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elydesiaSoooo excited for Pokemon Black & White to come out this spring!
For English homework we were assigned a short story, due Thursday with a minimum of 500 words. I am so glad this was assigned, I feel like this is my chance to show what kind of writer I am. I mean, yeah, we had to submit that autobiographical essay a few weeks ago... but that was nonfiction! My worst writing! Fiction is where I'm at 8D
I'm deciding to make it an AU spinoff of the ongoing title "candylace", so far called "candylace: alternative". I kind of like putting them in "not scary" situations, where they can let their happiness flourish. I might make a small spinoff series of the "candylace" cast set in a "happy" AU with each short story/chapter being a holiday in their grade 12 schoolyear. Of course their final "holiday" being their graduation and eventual parting.
My weekend was a fun but also busty one. Had two turkey dinners, one a Mum's and another, tonight, at Grama's. Tonight's was a little more filling, but only because there was Brussels sprouts and pumpkin pie&ice cream after. Oh! and ham.
I'm feeling really eager right now, so I'ma post what I have so far of my homework:
candylace: alternative
by kiwadoi daigo
Sun had set not long ago and Lachlan was pressed for time. If he did not get to his girlfriend's house on time they would be late for their dinner reservations. The promised place was the luxurious restaurant The Ruby Slippers, across the street from the luxurious Primma Hotel. Then again, everything was lavish and luxurious on Main street.
He rung the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to get the door, a small black velvet box weighing heavy in his coat pocket. As he waited, he gazed intently at the huge house his girlfriend lived at. Practically, it looked like a dark blue and white mansion, but it didn't hold the prime examples of mansion-life such as backyard pool, huge basement, and lovingly tended to front garden. Neither did it have the four- or five- or six-car garage; it held only three cars, which the Parker family happily filled with a Rolls-Royce, a Lincoln, and a Mercedes-Benz—the latter belonging to the only young female of the household.
The front door opened revealing the bright face of Charlotte Parker's mother, smiling and pretty and absolutely adoring. “Hello, Lachlan! It's good to see you,” she said and welcomed him in.
Lachlan nodded his head and greeted, “Good evening, Mrs Parker. It's good to see you, too. Is Charlotte ready?”
Charlotte's mother shook her head with a smile and said, “The stubborn girl refused my help and insisted she'd do everything herself. You know how independent she is, Lachlan, always one to do things on her own.” Laughing softly, Lachlan nodded his head and closed the door behind him: a chill was starting to waft through the home, even he could feel it.
As if on mark, Charlotte's father rounded a corner and started walking down a long hall, the one connecting the living room to the lobby. The whole way down, Lachlan felt a shiver down his spine and his gray sport coat grow tight around his shoulders.
“Hey, little bugger. You here to pick up Charl or to dump her?” the old man asked.
“Abe! Don't talk like that to him, please. Who knows, he might become our son-in-law one day,” said Mother. To this, Father growled and snarled, clearly showing his dislike of the boy. He crossed his arms and glared even sharper at the young man.
“And one year, he'll betray her again. Trust me, guys like him are no good. He's done it once, he'll do it again. Trust me, Mary, trust me,” he said to Mother, then turned to Lachlan and said: “Boy, you better get your act straight, because right now you're no good. Look at you: you're dressed as if you're going to a fracking party, not taking the love of your life out to dinner. Rethink your manners, kid.”
Mother sighed. “How he's dressed has nothing to do with manners. It's all common sense--”
“Which makes him even more stupid,” Father finished, insisting his view was the best one and only one.
But soon enough, before either parent got too into the debate-like conversation, Charlotte Parker, the prime lady of the night, appeared at the top of the tall curved staircase. The very sight of her took Lachlan's breath away and he stared stupidly at her, his eyes fixed on her figure.
As soon as Mother saw the short-sleeved dress she said, “Oh!” and hurried to the closet for a coat. As soon as Father saw the short-skirted dress he said, “Close your mouth, you're not a cod fish,” to which Lachlan quickly closed his mouth lips and all. Father rolled his eyes.
If one were to compare the two lovers, Charlotte was the better-looking one of the two tonight, but on a regular basis, it would have been Lachlan. He had told her they were going somewhere special, and to dress accordingly... He, unfortunately, did not dress as appropriately. She wore a burgundy-maroon short-sleeved dress with the skirt a little short, resting at least four inches above the tops of her knees. He wore black jeans, a white button up shirt, and a gray sport coat. He felt lacking; maybe he should've worn dress pants?
“That was a long time ago, Dad. We were still in high school. If you're going to blame someone blame the bimbo girl who seduced him,” she said, her own eyes sharp.
“Don't defend him! You're supposed to chide him!” Father was angry; at his daughter, at his wife, and at his daughter's stupid choice of a boyfriend.
Charlotte was surprised. “Why should I? I already got mad at him for it back then, what's the point in getting angry now? Unlike you, I don't hold grudges.” There was nothing her father could really say to come back with, so he shut his mouth and turned the blind eye.
Mother came back with a cable-weaved cream wool stole and draped it around Charlotte's shoulders. Smiling, she tied the light brown silk ribbon and kissed Charlotte on each cheek. “Have fun tonight, honey,” she said, and hurried to open the door.
“Thanks, Mum. I will,” Charlotte said with a huge grin, teeth beaming. She rested a hand on Lachlan's forearm and squeezed. They looked in each others' eyes and for a moment there was this shared ephemeral happiness, pure and sweet like the innocence of a newborn. It made a heated flicker ignite inside their chests and their eyes flared, something as strong as the world exploding, only doubled.
“Okay, lovebirds. Knock it off, will you? Not here,” Father said, and rested a hand on Lachlan's shoulder. He squeezed, tightly, and Lachlan jerked his arm away from Charlotte's hand. He looked up at his senior. “You got a car? What're you driving?” Father's grip loosened, and then fell to his side limp.
A little hesitantly, Lachlan replied, “An Acura, Mr Parker.” Obviously it didn't even come close to cutting the rich marketplace the Parker family bought in... plus, it was almost ten years old, belonging to his parents back in twenty-eleven. It was old, but it was still expensive, given to him for his twentieth birthday two years ago.
Mother placed a hand on the back of each youth's back and gave a slight shove out the door. “Go, shoo. Enough of parent-talk.”
“Get out of here,” Father said and walked away, back down the hall to the living room. Faint sounds of cheering and a TV could be heard. As the scene was dying it became suddenly apparent Father was watching a soccer game, and had a couple of friends over.
“Bye, Mum!” Charlotte called as she grabbed onto Lachlan's forearm and dragged him to his car. Her face was all smiles, a grin plastered on her face from ear to ear. Her eyes were bright and showed excitement. When they got into the white car, Charlotte became practically giddy. “So, where are you taking me?” she asked after she did her seat belt.
Lachlan smiled. He was happy for her, and grateful for getting rid of his playboy ways. He was grateful for meeting her, falling in love with her, and having her fall in love with him. He was most certainly grateful, and his smile, his shine, showed exactly that. He took his left hand and rested it on her left. Their fingers locked.
“Somewhere good. It might not be exactly your standards... but, it's a dream you've always wanted,” he said and then he laughed. She laughed, too.
“A dream of mine?” Her opposite hand patted at her flushed cheeks and then played with her hair. “That sounds fantastic!” Lachlan started the car, revved it once, and then started to drive away. “Lachlan, you don't have very much money compared to me and my family.” At this, her boyfriend sunk into his seat a little, suddenly feeling quite small. Like a single coin in a mountain of thousands, each somewhat similar.
“What's that supposed to mean?” He frowned and his pinky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I know the amount of money we have is different, but that's why I'm working hard at this new job. I'm working hard for you, Charlotte, so you can live with me and not have to change your tastes.”
Charlotte's good mood turned down. “My tastes? Are you implying I have bad tastes?”
“N-no! I wouldn't--” he started but she cut through, jolting her hand away from his and into an arm-cross.
“Lachlan, I'd change my tastes to suit your income. I'd get a job, too. Just because my family's filthy rich doesn't mean I am, exactly.” She sounded matter-of-fact, and Lachlan didn't know what to say next. The rest of the drive was silent.
As the car came to a slow roll and park, Charlotte's eyes light up. “The Ruby Slippers? Lachlan, it's fantastic! This is the place? Wow, it's expensive. You sure you can afford it?” She looked at him worriedly, resting a hand on his for a brief moment before undoing her seat belt. Lachlan glanced across the street at the towering Primma Hotel and then at his girlfriend.
“Yeah. My work gave me some coupons as an anniversary present. I mean, we're across the street, why not, right?” He laughed as he spoke and undid his seat belt, too. They both exited the car and went straight in.
They were greeted by a man, who showed them to a rectangle table with only two chairs. The lights were dim, and a red candle was in the middle of the table. The cotton table cloth was a dark rose red, and in the middle of it was a glow-in-the-dark fabric stitching of a star and moon.
Along the dark red walls were candle fixtures, each with a single red candle and a small green plant. From the ceiling hung giant glass lights shaped like objects in space; there was a sun, a moon, dozens of stars, and all the planets. Off in a corner was Pluto, the small misunderstood and then dislabled planet. Each had a small glow to it, allowing only just enough light to navigate the restaurant and to eat. At the far end opposite of the entrance was a bar with eight red and silver stools.
After only a few minutes of looking over the menu, the couple were ready to order and sent their messages to the chefs via waiter. Thirty seconds later, another waiter glided by with a green bottle of fine champagne and two glasses, pouring each a half glass. He rested the bottle on the table after pouring and glided out as easily and gracefully as he glided in.
“The waiters here are quite skilled,” Charlotte commented, and then took a sip from her glass. Lachlan made a sound of agreement and sipped his, too. “So,” she suddenly said, “do you have any other plans for tonight?”
The black velvet box in Lachlan's coat pocket was heavy once more and this time was burning a hole through the cotton. He stuck his hand in and grasped it tightly, as if suffocating the fire. “Yes, and no.” Charlotte laughed.
“What kind of answer is that!” She took a few more sips of her champagne.
---
For Halloween this year, I'ma be the White Rabbit from "Alice in Wonderland", except I'm the evil double. I eat flesh and dress in gothic clothing. Yeahhhh.
And, I have a shopping list:
That's all. Have a great night, I wake up in five hours. Light out!
For English homework we were assigned a short story, due Thursday with a minimum of 500 words. I am so glad this was assigned, I feel like this is my chance to show what kind of writer I am. I mean, yeah, we had to submit that autobiographical essay a few weeks ago... but that was nonfiction! My worst writing! Fiction is where I'm at 8D
I'm deciding to make it an AU spinoff of the ongoing title "candylace", so far called "candylace: alternative". I kind of like putting them in "not scary" situations, where they can let their happiness flourish. I might make a small spinoff series of the "candylace" cast set in a "happy" AU with each short story/chapter being a holiday in their grade 12 schoolyear. Of course their final "holiday" being their graduation and eventual parting.
My weekend was a fun but also busty one. Had two turkey dinners, one a Mum's and another, tonight, at Grama's. Tonight's was a little more filling, but only because there was Brussels sprouts and pumpkin pie&ice cream after. Oh! and ham.
I'm feeling really eager right now, so I'ma post what I have so far of my homework:
by kiwadoi daigo
Sun had set not long ago and Lachlan was pressed for time. If he did not get to his girlfriend's house on time they would be late for their dinner reservations. The promised place was the luxurious restaurant The Ruby Slippers, across the street from the luxurious Primma Hotel. Then again, everything was lavish and luxurious on Main street.
He rung the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to get the door, a small black velvet box weighing heavy in his coat pocket. As he waited, he gazed intently at the huge house his girlfriend lived at. Practically, it looked like a dark blue and white mansion, but it didn't hold the prime examples of mansion-life such as backyard pool, huge basement, and lovingly tended to front garden. Neither did it have the four- or five- or six-car garage; it held only three cars, which the Parker family happily filled with a Rolls-Royce, a Lincoln, and a Mercedes-Benz—the latter belonging to the only young female of the household.
The front door opened revealing the bright face of Charlotte Parker's mother, smiling and pretty and absolutely adoring. “Hello, Lachlan! It's good to see you,” she said and welcomed him in.
Lachlan nodded his head and greeted, “Good evening, Mrs Parker. It's good to see you, too. Is Charlotte ready?”
Charlotte's mother shook her head with a smile and said, “The stubborn girl refused my help and insisted she'd do everything herself. You know how independent she is, Lachlan, always one to do things on her own.” Laughing softly, Lachlan nodded his head and closed the door behind him: a chill was starting to waft through the home, even he could feel it.
As if on mark, Charlotte's father rounded a corner and started walking down a long hall, the one connecting the living room to the lobby. The whole way down, Lachlan felt a shiver down his spine and his gray sport coat grow tight around his shoulders.
“Hey, little bugger. You here to pick up Charl or to dump her?” the old man asked.
“Abe! Don't talk like that to him, please. Who knows, he might become our son-in-law one day,” said Mother. To this, Father growled and snarled, clearly showing his dislike of the boy. He crossed his arms and glared even sharper at the young man.
“And one year, he'll betray her again. Trust me, guys like him are no good. He's done it once, he'll do it again. Trust me, Mary, trust me,” he said to Mother, then turned to Lachlan and said: “Boy, you better get your act straight, because right now you're no good. Look at you: you're dressed as if you're going to a fracking party, not taking the love of your life out to dinner. Rethink your manners, kid.”
Mother sighed. “How he's dressed has nothing to do with manners. It's all common sense--”
“Which makes him even more stupid,” Father finished, insisting his view was the best one and only one.
But soon enough, before either parent got too into the debate-like conversation, Charlotte Parker, the prime lady of the night, appeared at the top of the tall curved staircase. The very sight of her took Lachlan's breath away and he stared stupidly at her, his eyes fixed on her figure.
As soon as Mother saw the short-sleeved dress she said, “Oh!” and hurried to the closet for a coat. As soon as Father saw the short-skirted dress he said, “Close your mouth, you're not a cod fish,” to which Lachlan quickly closed his mouth lips and all. Father rolled his eyes.
If one were to compare the two lovers, Charlotte was the better-looking one of the two tonight, but on a regular basis, it would have been Lachlan. He had told her they were going somewhere special, and to dress accordingly... He, unfortunately, did not dress as appropriately. She wore a burgundy-maroon short-sleeved dress with the skirt a little short, resting at least four inches above the tops of her knees. He wore black jeans, a white button up shirt, and a gray sport coat. He felt lacking; maybe he should've worn dress pants?
“That was a long time ago, Dad. We were still in high school. If you're going to blame someone blame the bimbo girl who seduced him,” she said, her own eyes sharp.
“Don't defend him! You're supposed to chide him!” Father was angry; at his daughter, at his wife, and at his daughter's stupid choice of a boyfriend.
Charlotte was surprised. “Why should I? I already got mad at him for it back then, what's the point in getting angry now? Unlike you, I don't hold grudges.” There was nothing her father could really say to come back with, so he shut his mouth and turned the blind eye.
Mother came back with a cable-weaved cream wool stole and draped it around Charlotte's shoulders. Smiling, she tied the light brown silk ribbon and kissed Charlotte on each cheek. “Have fun tonight, honey,” she said, and hurried to open the door.
“Thanks, Mum. I will,” Charlotte said with a huge grin, teeth beaming. She rested a hand on Lachlan's forearm and squeezed. They looked in each others' eyes and for a moment there was this shared ephemeral happiness, pure and sweet like the innocence of a newborn. It made a heated flicker ignite inside their chests and their eyes flared, something as strong as the world exploding, only doubled.
“Okay, lovebirds. Knock it off, will you? Not here,” Father said, and rested a hand on Lachlan's shoulder. He squeezed, tightly, and Lachlan jerked his arm away from Charlotte's hand. He looked up at his senior. “You got a car? What're you driving?” Father's grip loosened, and then fell to his side limp.
A little hesitantly, Lachlan replied, “An Acura, Mr Parker.” Obviously it didn't even come close to cutting the rich marketplace the Parker family bought in... plus, it was almost ten years old, belonging to his parents back in twenty-eleven. It was old, but it was still expensive, given to him for his twentieth birthday two years ago.
Mother placed a hand on the back of each youth's back and gave a slight shove out the door. “Go, shoo. Enough of parent-talk.”
“Get out of here,” Father said and walked away, back down the hall to the living room. Faint sounds of cheering and a TV could be heard. As the scene was dying it became suddenly apparent Father was watching a soccer game, and had a couple of friends over.
“Bye, Mum!” Charlotte called as she grabbed onto Lachlan's forearm and dragged him to his car. Her face was all smiles, a grin plastered on her face from ear to ear. Her eyes were bright and showed excitement. When they got into the white car, Charlotte became practically giddy. “So, where are you taking me?” she asked after she did her seat belt.
Lachlan smiled. He was happy for her, and grateful for getting rid of his playboy ways. He was grateful for meeting her, falling in love with her, and having her fall in love with him. He was most certainly grateful, and his smile, his shine, showed exactly that. He took his left hand and rested it on her left. Their fingers locked.
“Somewhere good. It might not be exactly your standards... but, it's a dream you've always wanted,” he said and then he laughed. She laughed, too.
“A dream of mine?” Her opposite hand patted at her flushed cheeks and then played with her hair. “That sounds fantastic!” Lachlan started the car, revved it once, and then started to drive away. “Lachlan, you don't have very much money compared to me and my family.” At this, her boyfriend sunk into his seat a little, suddenly feeling quite small. Like a single coin in a mountain of thousands, each somewhat similar.
“What's that supposed to mean?” He frowned and his pinky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I know the amount of money we have is different, but that's why I'm working hard at this new job. I'm working hard for you, Charlotte, so you can live with me and not have to change your tastes.”
Charlotte's good mood turned down. “My tastes? Are you implying I have bad tastes?”
“N-no! I wouldn't--” he started but she cut through, jolting her hand away from his and into an arm-cross.
“Lachlan, I'd change my tastes to suit your income. I'd get a job, too. Just because my family's filthy rich doesn't mean I am, exactly.” She sounded matter-of-fact, and Lachlan didn't know what to say next. The rest of the drive was silent.
As the car came to a slow roll and park, Charlotte's eyes light up. “The Ruby Slippers? Lachlan, it's fantastic! This is the place? Wow, it's expensive. You sure you can afford it?” She looked at him worriedly, resting a hand on his for a brief moment before undoing her seat belt. Lachlan glanced across the street at the towering Primma Hotel and then at his girlfriend.
“Yeah. My work gave me some coupons as an anniversary present. I mean, we're across the street, why not, right?” He laughed as he spoke and undid his seat belt, too. They both exited the car and went straight in.
They were greeted by a man, who showed them to a rectangle table with only two chairs. The lights were dim, and a red candle was in the middle of the table. The cotton table cloth was a dark rose red, and in the middle of it was a glow-in-the-dark fabric stitching of a star and moon.
Along the dark red walls were candle fixtures, each with a single red candle and a small green plant. From the ceiling hung giant glass lights shaped like objects in space; there was a sun, a moon, dozens of stars, and all the planets. Off in a corner was Pluto, the small misunderstood and then dislabled planet. Each had a small glow to it, allowing only just enough light to navigate the restaurant and to eat. At the far end opposite of the entrance was a bar with eight red and silver stools.
After only a few minutes of looking over the menu, the couple were ready to order and sent their messages to the chefs via waiter. Thirty seconds later, another waiter glided by with a green bottle of fine champagne and two glasses, pouring each a half glass. He rested the bottle on the table after pouring and glided out as easily and gracefully as he glided in.
“The waiters here are quite skilled,” Charlotte commented, and then took a sip from her glass. Lachlan made a sound of agreement and sipped his, too. “So,” she suddenly said, “do you have any other plans for tonight?”
The black velvet box in Lachlan's coat pocket was heavy once more and this time was burning a hole through the cotton. He stuck his hand in and grasped it tightly, as if suffocating the fire. “Yes, and no.” Charlotte laughed.
“What kind of answer is that!” She took a few more sips of her champagne.
For Halloween this year, I'ma be the White Rabbit from "Alice in Wonderland", except I'm the evil double. I eat flesh and dress in gothic clothing. Yeahhhh.
And, I have a shopping list:
- Pocari Sweat
- more tea!
- tea cookies
- new legwarmers
- rainboots
- drinks for school (soymilk box)
- food!
That's all. Have a great night, I wake up in five hours. Light out!
