tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75948781831747274432024-09-24T21:23:55.740-04:00Stories of Sa5m and Kat's musi pack, mostly as they tell them to us.Kat Knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05693326401719700812noreply@blogger.comBlogger333125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7594878183174727443.post-67944342669644329522015-06-30T23:46:00.001-04:002015-06-30T23:46:26.783-04:00

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What’s my life? Karin                 Everybody knows that my older sister is the favorite. She can do everything. She’s dad’s favorite, she’s mom’s favorite, and even our little brother Lucas, is their favorite. Me? I’m just the family outcast. Human. Utterly human. I failed in Japan and floated through high school

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Where is it I Truly Belong? I wander through the halls, going unnoticed. Day to day, the calls of, “Hey, freak with the blue eyes!” falls upon deaf ears as does the laughter that follows. I am nothing but a shadow of my sisters—my normal, beautiful popular sisters. They are the normal ones. I watch them with envy, because they don’t get called names or is told they’re a walking freak show. I

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Damnit, how'd the rain get inside...

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I saw her when I walked into English. Her hair was brown with blue eyes, and it was up. She wore boots, a Sleepy Hollow shirt, camo shorts, a choker, leather bracelet on her left wrist and jelly ones on her right, with rings, a choker with another longer necklace and a studded belt. I took a seat in the back, and then the bell rang. Did I mention I’m the new student? “Alright class. Welcome to a

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Dwalin,             I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not someone that you need anymore. Ever since I got turned into a female, I feel like I can’t… I’m sorry that I have to write you a stupid letter instead of just telling you how I feel…             The thing is, though, is that I’m still

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Matt & Loki,        I  know I'm an emo bitch... And that you two hate putting up with that when it rears its ugly-assed head, and I'm sorry. I'm just not so good at having 2 or more mates... Yes, shitty reason, but it's the truth. I do love you both, though. Kat

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It's been awhile, huh? What to write, what to write?

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Tabs,             I know what you were probably thinking after seeing me at that café with Jodi. But trust me, it wasn’t what you thought. She needed my help with finding an apartment for her and her 2 month old daughter in the LA area and I had agreed to show her around. Did you know that she got married?     &nbsp

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Kat,             Do you have any idea how angry and hurt it makes us to watch you with Tabby? You let her move to San Diego when you would hardly let me, Adri, or Mikey do anything. We had to fight you at every turn just to go to the mall. You spoil her, too. Then you’d go all emo on us almost all the time. No wonder none of us wanted to

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Artemis By: Rio             Derek and I started a new school today. He looked a little nervous, but I just offered him a kind smile and told him that it’ll be alright. We didn’t have any classes together, but we had lunch. I handed my schedule to the librarian as she smiled at me.          &

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Artemis By: Rio             I groaned when I got my math quiz back. It had a big fat F on it. God, I have to be pretty damn dumb. I mean, I’m in my junior year of high school, for God’s sake. Math class got over as I went over to my locker. Math was my last class of the day, so I sighed and shut my locker, heading for the busses. God, my

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Dad,             God, I hate doing this sentimental shit… It’s so girly and unnecessary. Anyway, I guess the reason we clash so much is that we’re so much alike… I’m more like you than I am mom in more ways than I can count. My power is illusion. I can make you feel and see whatever I want you too. Like last night, I made you feel like

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First Day of School By: Micah             My alarm went off at 6:00 on the dot. I was not a morning person by any means, but that’s why God created coffee. For us people who aren’t morning people. I slapped my alarm off, got up, showered, and got dressed. Dante hated waking up early in the morning more than I did, so he tended to

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Micah By: Rio Dante Micah’s reply to Dante Micah’s thoughts             I look just like my father—except for the eyes. I have my mother’s blue eyes. I love my parents, don’t get me wrong. I have snake bites in my lower lip, my hair is black and I wear “gothic” or “scene/emo” clothes. Please. People are just afraid of what they don’t

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Saige By: Rio Saige             When I had realized that it was now summer vacation, I almost jumped for joy. Don’t get me wrong, I love summer vacation, I really do. Means I get to work all summer and take time off to do something, to maybe travel. Unlike my nieces and my sibling (Kimber), I’m not going to summer camp. I’ve always wanted

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Living a Fool’s Dream When are you going to realize that what you consider home, I don’t? When are you going to realize that I don’t care? You say that I’m too young to understand That I’ll know what you’re all talking about when I grow up But you don’t seem to realize that I have a clue You always loved her more than me Whenever she’s around, I become non-existent You can try to deny

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       I relaxed, smiling slightly as Jana explored the east wing, looking for a good room. I had a feeling she'd find the one Sam had fixed up for her and love it immediately. Thank god she and Az were willing to work with us on the price. And she'll have more room for her lab. Plus what Sam put in .        I followed Jinny and Sam as

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I woke up for school and treated it like any other day. I did my 4:30am routine and decided to go into the quiet game room to read my book for a while. My bus gets here at about 6:20, but I’m usually out there by 6:15, five minutes before it arrives. The bus is usually half full when it picks me up, so I just sit in my usual spot—in the middle of the bus.       &

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Jana,        Why don't you feel like you should be alive? I know I don't leave long responses... And I'm kicking myself for that. But I don't know what to say that won't upset you a lot. I know that sounds like a bullshit excuse, but it's the truth. Please... Don't stop sharing. You're a much better writer than I am. And I'm not kidding. Parker and Kira... They'd

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Dad,             I may only be 11, but I feel like I shouldn’t be here—living. I feel like I should just die and I don’t know why. I know your response won’t be very long, so I won’t have my hopes up like I did the last few times. Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ll share any of my writings anymore—or share anything that I do anymore. If I

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       I woke up, the other guy sensing that something was off with Jana. I got out of bed, careful not to disturb Jinny and headed to the living room to call Tony. I figured he'd probably still be awake and probably working on something. Fortunately, he answered on the first ring.        "What's shakin'?" I had to smile faintly, since

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After last night, I decided the next morning to just get up, shower, and head to school before anybody else got up. I got up at 4:15, showered, read for about an hour until 5 and left at 5:45. My parents get up at 6:30 and Parker gets up at 7. I decided to walk to school to try and clear my head and organize my thoughts. Parker and I watched movies and played video games for the majority of the

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To the pack, if you care,        I'm sorry I'm such a fuck-up. I'm sorry I go so damn emo all the damn time. You need someone who won't. Someone who's worth more. Someone who isn't me. Mark, you know this is true, so don't fuckin' argue. Sam... I'm not throwing away our friendship. But y'all need a better beta. Not someone completely fucked up. Kat

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       I can't help but wake up when Jana's cramps wake her up from her much needed sleep. I know she usually goes up to her attic lab and works on things to kill the time til breakfast, but I still wish her cramps would ease enough for her to go back to sleep... God knows she needs it.        I get up at six to shower and get ready to

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