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One of my favourite classes is Global Perspectives. The class is all about learning to become more empathetic with the people around you, and learning how to be an authentic person. Recently, my teacher asked us a question: What do you want to become? Since I was eight years old, I felt that all my ambitions were exceptionally solid. I wanted to become a famous writer and live in a quiet place. I was on a pretty stable path. I entered contests, and I won Spelling Bees, Gold Keys, Scholarships, and a huge Julius Caesar complex. I was so overly confident...
Then I got expelled. It was like someone took a sledgehammer to my ego. I began to become more aware of the fact that there were over a billion people in this world, and I wasn't the best of them. Now my dreams aren't really as solid. I still want to become a writer, and I still like quiet places. But I really want to make a change. I'm not too sure how, and in a way, I'm not to sure when. But I'm aware of myself and of people.
Now then, I'd really like to get some comments on this. I'd like to know what YOU want to become. I have to write a huge midterm essay on this subject, and I really liked the calm feeling of awareness that followed me. I want to see what other people think. I just want to see how far I can get by posting a lonely entry on a quiet profile. That's all I ever do.
The Unforgiving, Ch 7, Whoever Brings the NightChapter 7, Whoever Brings the Night
It had been two weeks since Amy's confession, and still, Sonic would not say one word to her. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't say one word. Nothing at all.
Things were awfully quiet in the green hill zone. Nothing happened at all. No attacks. No ambush. No nothing.
But that wouldn't be for long.
On a quiet autumn evening, while Tails was once again busy on the X-tornado (which had suffered serious damage during the fight) a letter came through the door. It was easy to hear the sound of the letter dropping to the ground in the silence of the house. Curious, as he got little post, Tails left his plane and headed to the door. On the floor, was a pale, white envelop, Tails bend down to pick it up. On the envelop it had fancy calligraphy it read
To Miles “Tails” Prower
It was usual for Tails to be named by his proper name, this must have been something important. Tails opened the envelop. Inside, it was once again writ
|I am a crazy little bisexual outcast, who enjoys writing and poetry. I love art (the drawing type), which doesn't mean I good at it. If you wish to catch then I'll meet you in an hour. However when you see me singing (horribly) over the line of normal, then you will no longer want to meet me. I don't usually post since DA doesn't seem to like my computer (it can't be me). I love getting requests for art and fiction. If you want a particular fandom, then let me know. I have nothing better to do.|