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Beyong: The Spirit of a Warrior
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 Created on 12-11-07
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Chapter 1
I’m Hannah. I’ve always been a stubborn, bad tempered, mouthy, tomboy, who loves to run around, cause disturbances and keep everybody on their toes. I also never run away from a fight, fighting seems to be one of the things I’m gifted with, be it a physical fight or a verbal one. I hardly ever lose and I will tell you now that I am not a very good loser.
Sometimes I feel like I was born into the wrong era, because in this day and age a fighter is a troublemaker who must be tamed. This world tries so hard to put a bit in my mouth but I don’t let them. Maybe I am a little rebellious, but that’s still no reason to make me change all of who I am. I mean I know that I have a temper but I am working on it. I do get in trouble a lot, you know for fighting, but there is just something about a good fight that gets my blood flowing.
Even when I was little I was always picking fights with this group of neighborhood boys who would go around bullying kids. They deserved every black eye I gave them.
SO yeah, like I said I have always loved a good fight. I have loads of energy and I love doing active things. When I was nine I begged my mom to let me take Karate or fencing, or kendo, or Juno. Any type of fighting would suffice but my mom being the wise woman that she is put me in piano lessons and gymnastics instead.
My sister, Elizabeth, took these with me. She’s one year older than me, and my exact opposite. She’s patient, graceful, always polite, and pretty much gets everyone to fall in love with her. She is ten times more of a musician than I could ever be, but when it comes to gymnastics I totally kick her butt. She is more graceful than me but I am faster, more flexible, and the moves just come more natural to me. I suppose if I wouldn’t be allowed to learn fighting, gymnastics was a good alternative, (sigh) I guess.
We live in a suburb of Chicago with our mom and dad, we just moved here. I’m seventeen and a senior, I bet you’re thinking bout how lucky I am to have to start at a new school as a senior, let me tell you I was thrilled. (Please note the sarcasm). Yeah, it’s wonderful to be a stranger to everyone during the time in your life that’s supposedly the quote, “ greatest.”
My sister didn’t have it so bad. She’s 18 and is a freshman in the local college, she’s a people person and a real charmer so for her making new friends is a breeze. And let me just clarify that when I say she’s a “charmer,” I mean that she’s totally evil and manipulative. For one thing she likes to play mind games. She can get anybody to do pretty much whatever she wants them to. She also has dimples, and if you don’t already know, you always have to watch the people with dimples closely because they are always up to something. She is a smart, practical, well-organized girl, which is probably why we don’t get along. Come to think of it she’s really one of the few I don’t pick fights with much. Fights between us just happen automatically I guess. She and I just are so vastly differently. We just seem to get on each other’s nerves, a lot, and very quickly.
I’m not really sure whether our dysfunctional relationship is my fault or hers. Maybe it’s both. I would probably be able to stand her if it weren’t for one irritating habit that she had developed. She likes to out on a big production, with a “poor poor pitiful” me speech and everything. She acts all weak and flashes those dimples to get people to do what she wants. Whether its getting someone to hand her a napkin or getting someone to drive to the mall two hours away. People always seem to do what she says. I tell you she’s half manipulative, half ingenious, and all evil. I am pretty much the only one who sees through this. Maybe that’s why she gets so irritated with me. I don’t know. Most call our relationship “strained,” but I don’t think that we inter act enough these days to even have a relationship to call “ strained.”
Yeah, so that’s me and my sister. The parents and I get along fine when I’m not in trouble. And back before we moved I had an awesome group of friends. We still keep in touch via e-mail, telephone, and myspace, but it’s not the same. I miss them alot. I miss my old house alot too. Because the one we live in now is weird. It’s big and weird. I’m not really sure why it’s so weird to me but since I first entered the house it just seemed like there was something strange going on. And houses aren’t supposed to have goings on, other than someone living in them.
The house other than being big and weird is what I think is called a craftsman’s style house. Which means that there is lots and lots of wood used in various ways all through out the construction and interior and exterior design. I think someone killed an entire forest of trees to make this house, though it is really lovely to look at. I must confess to liking the wood floors extremely well. They are really good for sliding on in your socks. But still this place has two main levels and then a huge basement and a ginormous attic. Both of which was infested with rodents and bugs of all kinds when we first moved in. Now I’m a brave girl. I can do spiders, snakes, mice, and all that, but it I can hear the scuttling of rats above my head when I’m trying to sleep. I have a problem with that.
The house also always seemed to have a draft. No matter if the doors were shut and the windows sealed tight somehow random gusts of air would still find their way to my face. No matter where I was. It’s weird. I’m not sure what to think of it cause I am the only one who has noticed it. Mom just says that I’m being paranoid but I not so sure. I guessed that I’d just have to wait and see what comes of it. If anything would come of it.
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grrrrfffaaaccee!!! This thing always mushes my paragraphs together when I don't wan tit to. PLease forgive the layout of this story because I can't seem to get it to do what I want. |
