i did a few quizes today on my livejournal.
if u wanna check em out heres the link >
www.livejournal.com/users/hoshi_chakaratook the day off today cuz itz the second day of my period. meaning major blood flow. despite it looks like a nice day and i wish i could be outside.
o wells.
i make a magazine today but the more pressing issue is doing a PP (powerpoint presentation) for HSP. >( tomorrow im presenting it.
yay.............
i wrote a short story for writers craft and put illustrations, the only good illustration is the last one which is a pic of the baby.
but ne way ill post the story here...itz not so great.
Theboy’s Name
By: Renae McCann
The days were getting hotter, but that didn’t stop the PIGs from making weekly attacks. The attacks were small, just one or two of them; sometimes they managed to bite and sometimes they didn’t.
I gave out a short chuckle that turned into a gasp of air – PIGs, I’d always think that silly. Pigs were meant to be eaten; they were fat, pink, and somewhat cute at times. Well, they were supposed to be, anyway. Pigs didn’t have a human-like body, with long sharp claws and razor like teeth, with soulless, predator eyes. Their bite wasn’t like a vampire who could change you into its own kind. No, a pig was nothing like the PIG that lay on the ground before me. But that didn’t mean that it wasn’t eatable.
None of the others even took a glance at me after practically choking up the PIG meat. They were all too hungry.
Jamie was leaning up against the boarded windows, looking through one of the cracks and seemingly watching intently. Her mouth was curved in a way that I had always seen: a mixture of anger, disgust, sadness, and rebellion. I didn’t blame her though, no one could – we were, after all, feasting on her late husband. But she knew we had to survive, she knew that we didn’t care about her husband.
The men were fast eaters, Natalie was struggling, but they weren’t fast enough for a starved pregnant woman. I reached for a nice juicy chunk only to be hit away by Clarence. David in leader-like response gave the kid a nice, clean, smack in the face. Blood smeared across his cheek, but it wasn’t his own. He stared at the ground, blood dripping out of his mouth and a pesky fly buzzing around his lips.
“She’s pregnant, you little brat! One of the only hopes for this dammed human race!” David roared, giving Clarence a shove away from the food.
“Screw off!” he cried, lifting himself up from the mass of hungry people. “There are plenty of sluts to get pregnant here anyway!”
The six of us went silent and stared at Clarence, even Natalie who usually just lowered her head. Amal and Arthur only took a moment to glance at one another uneasily before turning to the boy. Jamie did the job of slapping him in the face.
He flinched before marching out of the office. No one bothered to watch where he was going.
“Good riddance,” David mumbled, “The boy needs some discipline.” His wife Natalie agreed.
I decided I’d never want my son to be referred to as, the boy or that boy, if I had a son, that is. I had actually planned to have a daughter, one I’d have liked to call Raychel. It was all because of a young lady I’d met at the mall, back when I was engaged. She had run up to me with my purse, claiming I left it on one of the food court’s tables. What a nice kid, I had thought, and call it mother’s intuition, but I instantly knew that if I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like this girl.
But, as I sat there, chewing through raw meat and swatting flies, I suddenly thought, what if it’s a boy? Well, if it were a boy, I decided, I’d never want him to just be called, the boy, so his name would be Richard. Richard; the name filled my heart as if the child had already been born. Richard.
In the evening Clarence returned. He stormed in like a drunk – for all I knew he could have been on anything. Instead of going into his room, which was really just a separate office within the main office (we each had a separate room) he went straight for David’s whom was right across my own. I scooted closer to the door on my back, pressing my ear closer in order to hear better.
“What’s your problem Clarence?” David asked with evident concern. He was probably worried about a PIG attack.
“You know, I think we’re going about this all wrong,” the boy replied a little shakily.
“What?”
“I’ve been thinking,” – he paused – “I’ve been thinking these PIGs are really smart creatures…and…”
“And?” David prompted with annoyance.
“And if they are so smart and so much stronger then us, maybe we should try to negotiate, or at least ask them if we can go on their side, in order to survive, of course.”
There was silence, one so deep that it seemed to consume the air around me; I held my breath.
Clarence continued speaking, sounding unsure and frightened. I could just picture the face that David was making, the thought made me grin. “And yeah…I think we’ve been going about this all wrong. They’re obviously going to - !”
The boy gave out a sudden cry.
“You’re crazy!” Clarence cried; there were rough movements.
“Get out of my face!” David shouted, “If you want to try, be my guest! I’m sure you’d make the perfect PIG!”
The door slammed shut. My heart raced in my chest. After some time I faintly heard Clarence walking away.
The next morning he was gone.
A few days passed and no sign of Clarence, everyone was relieved but I was somewhat anxious. Maybe it was because I was due soon?
We tried to strengthen out defenses. Long ago when there were enough people to fill every room in the school, we had fortified every single entrance; we’d even had a series of guards. With seven people, though, (now six because of Clarence’s absence), we could only defend so much as the office. The windows were boarded up except for tiny slots so we could look through. We had several objects that could be used as weapons all piled up at the back; the objective was to cut of the PIGs head, as far as we knew.
Because of our lack of resources there wasn’t much we could do. We knew it somewhere deep down inside; we wouldn’t last.
A week after Clarence left he returned, happier then ever. He even apologized to everyone, especially David; ‘course David sucked it all up like a sponge. But Clarence made me uneasy; Jamie felt it too.
That night I started to have contractions. The six of them started rushing around to make me comfortable.
“Don’t we have any clean blankets?” Amal asked desperately.
“Of course not,” Arthur replied – those two were best buddies.
“I’ll go get some,” Clarence offered with a large smile.
Everyone stared at him, even me who lay on my back, face pointed straight up at the ceiling.
“When I was outside I saw lots of things.”
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” David snapped, a sudden look of disappointment sweeping over him.
Clarence lowered his head. “Guess I’m stupid, sorry…”
Natalie gave David a look.
“All right, go on, we’ll make do until,” David said, looking down at me, but instead he seemed to be staring off into a world of his own.
I stared past him at the ceiling, focusing on the dirt that hung on the rotting plaster.
Clarence said with enthusiasm, “Don’t worry Mary, you can count on me.”
The words echoed in my head; I really didn’t like that guy.
The night was hell. The birth is difficult, all night I just kept on thinking of the name Richard, my lovely Richard. Everyone has forgotten about the boy, Clarence – I never want my boy to be called the boy.
Richard, I think, please never forget your name, your beautiful, beautiful name.
There’s suddenly a loud series of crashes. Everyone except Jamie rushes to the window. Around me I see blurs cross my glossy vision, as the world seems to erupt into panic.
What’s going on? Tears fill my eyes as Jamie falls, writhing on the floor.
Behind her is Clarence looking down at me with a great, big, cocky smile. PIGs surround him; I give out a cry of pain and sorrow.
“Thank you, Mary, you and your to-be child made the perfect distraction,” he said, stumbling over his words.
He steps over Jamie and leans over me. “Turns out they were smart enough.”
I know what anyone else would do in this situation; they would probably spit in his face. Instead, I grab his shoulder and stare at him with a mother’s crazy eyes. “His name is Richard, dammit.”
Clarence looks at me strangely and yanks himself away.
“Do it,” he says, and one of the PIGs lunges forward, biting my stomach.
I start screaming my lungs off. “Richard!” I cry desperately, “Richard!” I scream and scream until all goes dark.
Alexander wandered cautiously through the school. The PIGs that had been there were nowhere in sight. He wandered around towards the school office, hoping to find anything that the previous residences had left behind. A surprised smile graced Alexander's face as he found the child. A baby with monster's eyes – the eyes of a PIG.
the format is f-ed up but try and see if u can understand it. lol ne way im off to get changed and eat something...then ill decide from there wat to do...man im so sleepy/groggy.
-hoshi
