BANG! BANG!A shill cry; a scream.
It's funny, anda never feel your death creeping closer. It's not like anda feel the silent breaths of your death tip-toeing toward you. And if anda did, like it would matter. Most people reach out to grab their world when they see it falling... then again, I'm not most people.
Hi, I'm Ever Flarez. I was- I mean, I am? - an average girl. The thing is, my life kinda clashed with the whole average thing.
Here I am. I'm not alive. But I am something. I'm ... well- dead, anda could say. But the thing is I'm not gone, gone. It's like my life is gone- not me.
I know anda what anda think... I used to think it, too. anda think: My last words would be...- Well, let me cut anda off there. Last words don't exist most of the time.
No matter how much anda plan to say them, when you're on the ground, bleeding, screaming, crying, fighting to stay alive I can almost promise anda that your over-planned last words will be your last thought. I take that back, your last thought is probably something like holy shit,.
Last goodbyes are something people really over think too. Its not like anda wake up the morning of your death thinking; Well since I'm gonna die today, better go tell mum how much I cinta her and that I won't be seeing her ever again.
No.
Its an average day. Besides the death part, of course. For me it was an average Monday. I never told my family and friends I loved them. I spent time perfecting my make up instead of that. I wasn't aware that I was gonna die. And, coming from a dead chick, anda won't be aware of it either.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It's a Monday morning, a week into the new school year. The first thing out of my mouth is an annoyed, complaining grunt and the first thing I do is press the snooze button and cover my head with a pillow.
Funny, anda don't realize how precious time is until anda have none left.
Groan.
Wake up.
Out of bed.
Spend 45 menit perfecting my look.
Grab a bite.
Bye mum.
Shorts too short?
Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Dad.
Shake a crying sibbling off leg.
To school.. bleh.
Slam door, and I'm out.
Well, there went most of my morning.
So yeah, off to school. anda know. To get some homework I'll never turn in and flunk a kuis that will never really matter.
I hop in the car and turn the AC on high. I drop oleh Jocelynn's to offer her a ride.
Blah, Blah, Blah.
See, there's nothing different. Its all the same. Your last hari is nothing special except the fact that its the hari your life ends.
Jocelynn and I talk about the normal. College cuties, upcoming hot parties, annoying brothers, annoying sisters, trends, celebrities, music....
Its all the same.
Everything.
After all the gossip and useless chatting, I pulled into the school parking lot. It was overflowing, as always.
We were late, so we had to park in a lot across the jalan, street and walk. That only make us later. And only to make matters worse, it was raining.
Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop.
The rhythm was mocking. Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop. You're, late. You're, so, late.
So much for perfecting my looks all morning. Thank anda rain, for making my face even awfuller than it was before I put the makeup on. We trudged off to class in our smudged make up. Of course my locker was jammed.
After some nerdy 10th grader helps me out, I make my way to class. Mrs. Lawson asks why I'm late. I ask him why he's not. The class laughs. I wasn't trying to be funny.
See? Am I right? It's a boring, normal, day.
It's funny, anda never feel your death creeping closer. It's not like anda feel the silent breaths of your death tip-toeing toward you. And if anda did, like it would matter. Most people reach out to grab their world when they see it falling... then again, I'm not most people.
Hi, I'm Ever Flarez. I was- I mean, I am? - an average girl. The thing is, my life kinda clashed with the whole average thing.
Here I am. I'm not alive. But I am something. I'm ... well- dead, anda could say. But the thing is I'm not gone, gone. It's like my life is gone- not me.
I know anda what anda think... I used to think it, too. anda think: My last words would be...- Well, let me cut anda off there. Last words don't exist most of the time.
No matter how much anda plan to say them, when you're on the ground, bleeding, screaming, crying, fighting to stay alive I can almost promise anda that your over-planned last words will be your last thought. I take that back, your last thought is probably something like holy shit,.
Last goodbyes are something people really over think too. Its not like anda wake up the morning of your death thinking; Well since I'm gonna die today, better go tell mum how much I cinta her and that I won't be seeing her ever again.
No.
Its an average day. Besides the death part, of course. For me it was an average Monday. I never told my family and friends I loved them. I spent time perfecting my make up instead of that. I wasn't aware that I was gonna die. And, coming from a dead chick, anda won't be aware of it either.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It's a Monday morning, a week into the new school year. The first thing out of my mouth is an annoyed, complaining grunt and the first thing I do is press the snooze button and cover my head with a pillow.
Funny, anda don't realize how precious time is until anda have none left.
Groan.
Wake up.
Out of bed.
Spend 45 menit perfecting my look.
Grab a bite.
Bye mum.
Shorts too short?
Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Dad.
Shake a crying sibbling off leg.
To school.. bleh.
Slam door, and I'm out.
Well, there went most of my morning.
So yeah, off to school. anda know. To get some homework I'll never turn in and flunk a kuis that will never really matter.
I hop in the car and turn the AC on high. I drop oleh Jocelynn's to offer her a ride.
Blah, Blah, Blah.
See, there's nothing different. Its all the same. Your last hari is nothing special except the fact that its the hari your life ends.
Jocelynn and I talk about the normal. College cuties, upcoming hot parties, annoying brothers, annoying sisters, trends, celebrities, music....
Its all the same.
Everything.
After all the gossip and useless chatting, I pulled into the school parking lot. It was overflowing, as always.
We were late, so we had to park in a lot across the jalan, street and walk. That only make us later. And only to make matters worse, it was raining.
Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop.
The rhythm was mocking. Drip, drop. Drip, drip, drop. You're, late. You're, so, late.
So much for perfecting my looks all morning. Thank anda rain, for making my face even awfuller than it was before I put the makeup on. We trudged off to class in our smudged make up. Of course my locker was jammed.
After some nerdy 10th grader helps me out, I make my way to class. Mrs. Lawson asks why I'm late. I ask him why he's not. The class laughs. I wasn't trying to be funny.
See? Am I right? It's a boring, normal, day.
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing lebih people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen tahun old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen tahun old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen tahun old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
