Arashiko/Terra's prompt - You started over with your life; became a respectable person. NOw, someone from your horrid past comes along and brings to light that you had killed a loved one with your own hands. As he stands there, facing you, daring you to deny the deed, you stare at him.

What do you do? How do you feel? Also, describe the surroundings.

Shijin's RP Sample:

Shijin sat a pond a branch of a large tree. In his hand was a half eaten fruit. The sky was dark; the only thing giving him any light was the moon. He was trapped on some island and had nowhere to go, and nothing to do. Around him was a jungle like setting. Around that was a large sandy beach, though on the southern part of the island there was a rocky cliff where the waves always crashed against. The young teen gave out a small grunt of annoyance as he threw the fruit on to the ground. "Damn it all!" he yelled out into the air though he knew no one was listening.

In his mind he was going through a different set of emotion. Though there were two emotions that the young boy was feeling: fear, and anger. He hated the idea of being trapped. And to make things worse there was nothing he could really do about it. There was no way to contact anyone. He probably could try to make a raft out of the trees on the island, but most trees here were too thick for him to try and knock down. So the raft idea wasn't good especially since he didn't know what was in the water.

Shijin's fear came from the idea that he wasn't able to get off the island. That he was going to be alone for the rest of his life; the thought of dieing here. All of these things caused him to feel fear. The young teen brought his knees to leaning his head against them as his rapped his arms around his legs as a cold breeze went by sending a chill up his spine. "Damn it all," he repeated quietly as he closed his eyes.

He stood quite continuing to think until a chuckle escaped from his mouth. “Is this some kind of punishment?” he asked himself wanting an answer though he knew he wasn’t going to get any. Another chuckle escaped his mouth, the young teen feeling insane for laughing in a hopeless situation. But then again it was soothing the idea of being trapped on the island.

As he laughed tears began dripping down his cheeks. For he was trapped and there was nothing he could do about it.[/color]

Thanks for the sample Shijin. Karena or I will get back to you shortly.

Raku -[/b] Your life has been very clear, until one day when you realize that the teacher you despise the most, and who seems to depise you as well - is actually father! The man who you thought was your father in fact is not related to you at all. How do you feel? What do you do? How do you react?

Jakita - After a year of separation, you are finally reunited with the man you love. Only one problem - he's turned into a heartless, cold-blooded killer. This is not the man you fell in love with, but you know he's still somewhere in there. How do you feel? What are you thinking? What do you want to do? No talking.

Sorry for the double post, people...

Rissei - While you are a good writing, and this is a good post, you defeated the purpose of the prompt you were given. In the prompt, the beast was ferocious and waiting for you to leave, so he could eat, but you seemed to completely ignore that, because you made it good. Also, the rules said no controlling other characters, and you did that, too. DENIED. Off to the Battle Training or Romance Training with you. Remember, you can sign up again after you do one round of the Battle Training.

Takano - While your post is good, there are a couple problems with it, in our opinions. There are some grammar errors in your post. You need to run them through MS Word before you post. Also, there is not enough about your surroundings and your sensory reactinos in this post for the prompt you were given. Also, it was a little choppy, and didn't flow too well in some places. Good try, though. DENIED. Off to the Battle Training or Romance Training with you. Remember, you can sign up again after you do one round of the Battle Training.

Yi-Feng - Wow. Excellent post. You kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I loved your writing style, and the situation your put your character in. And the ending... Wow. Great job. ACCEPTED.

Shijin - Good post. It is a tad short for the exemptions, but good nonetheless. I have a feeling that you could have done more than that, though. However, I am proud of how much you have progressed since you joined here over a year ago. Remember our first training fight together? Heh. Good job, girl. ACCEPTED.

Katsumi's Prompt - Your little sister, who is between the ages of 12 and 14, is dating a much older man, who is at least 23. She claims that they are in love, and you are sure that this is not true. You are sure that he only wants her for her looks, and she tells you that they are going to take their relationship to the "next level." She has not told your parents yet, and you're afraid of what might happen. What are you going to do? Do you tell your parents or keep it a secret? How do you feel?

Raku's RP Sample:
"Graduation in 2 months," Jack Franklin said, a smile stretched over his face so widely it actually hurt. "No more English class Nazi, Mr. Hughes!" he bellowed, as was quickly becoming a well heard phrase of his. He hated that man more than anyone in the world.

Jack was at the top of his class, Vale Victorian, and seemed poised to take college and the rest of the world by storm. Finally, things were coming together. It looked like his happy ending was going to be just the way everyone wanted theirs to be: quick in coming and long in going.

"Today is also the day," he said to himself, beaming, as he jammed his cold key into the rusty lock of his back door "that I get to open it." When he was six, he found a packet with his name in bold letters on the front, the contents of which he was not permitted to see. It had arrived somewhat mysteriously, but there was no doubt it was his. He poured over what the contents could be, and finally, after much nagging, he had convinced his father to allow him to open it on his 18th birthday.

Upon entering his house, he flung his small stack of books across the room and tore his baseball cap from his head, revealing his bright, buzzed, red hair. He ripped his glasses from his face and tucked them into the pocket of his loose jeans, and ran to the location of the package; he knew it off by heart.

Tipping over his father's bookcase, Jack let the many white trash beach novels of his mother slide across the room as he reached into the niche in the wall, where the envelope, yellow with age, sat.

He grabbed it fiercely, though the aged paper cracked, and ripped the top part off with his teeth, not even caring to wipe the dirt and cobwebs out of his mouth.The paper slid out quite easily, and Jack poured over it. Soon, the paper fell to the ground.

"Very funny, dad," he said, quickly realizing his dad must be making some manner of joke. His father wasn't really a jokester, but this was a king of all jokes. He smiled as he picked the document back up.

"Yeah, Hughes is my dad. And Hitler is my uncle." Then, he looked at the paper again, but this time the actual paper. It was aged, like the envelope. He had not even met Hughes around the time the paper would have been printed.

"It's not a joke..."

The paper dropped to the ground again, but this time, in several pieces. Jack's face swirled into a snarl as he let out a yell so loud he could hear his door bell ring. He turned around to look at the family room. He needed something to break.

Rushing over to the bookcase, he tore the top shelf from it, and held the rotting wood in his iron grip. Rushing over to the TV, Jack swung the wooden plank directly at the screen, making a large crack down the center. He flung the plank behind him, and, turning back to the television, continued to pound it with the flats of his hands, though it did almost nothing. Soon, he was using his fists, but only hurting his knuckles, until the skin on his left hand split open. In agony, he stopped his pounding and grabbed his hand, and proceeded to look in front of him.

In the dark, black screen, he could see himself. He was split in two by the crack in the screen, and blood trickled over his reflection. Looking closer, he saw he was crying.

In disbelief, he gently tapped his cheeks to see it was true. Suddenly, he knees gave way, and he fell to them, his eyes glazed and fixated on the ground. Tears continued to stream down his face, and he finally began to grasp the situation. Thoughts came in little hiccups, sometimes making him violently jerk, though he remained, for the most part, still.

"So, this is it?" he said, rising to his feet. "The bastard son of a bastard? Is that who I am? Who I'm destined to be?"

It all even made sense. He had had Hughes for every semester during his stay in high school. The man nagged him every day. Jack even looked like the old fart.

"Did he know? Was he just being tough on me to get me to pass?" Jack thought, walking through his hallway, placing his hand on the wall on his left, streaking it, thoughtlessly, with blood.

"Who am I?"

Finally, he made it to the living room. Though there was furniture all around, Jack sat down on the shaggy rug floor, and, hugging his knees, craned his head toward the ceiling.The tears had stopped, but he could still feel the crack of the television in his chest. It echoed there. His reflection had looked so foreign.

After about an hour, Jack stood up and staggered toward the door. It was storming outside, almost as badly as inside. His large front lawn spread out before him, Jack limped over to the middle of it and fell to his back. The rain, soaking into his shirt from both the grass and sky, felt cold as ice. His breathing remained steady, however.

Absently, Jack extended his wounded hand to the sky, and watched the rain cascade around his relaxed fingers. The blood came off with the rain, revealing the small cut which all the blood had come from. Jack smiled at how minuscule it was, and continued smiling, even when a drop of rain hit his finger on just the right spot that half of it propelled itself into his eye.

Soon enough, Jack went back inside. He had homework to do.
Reaching into his English folder, he pulled out the worksheet, and printed on top of it, "Jack Franklin Hughes."

Katsumi's RP Sample

“Damnit Sarah, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Raiya’s voice was just one level below all-out yelling. “He DOESN’T love you!” Her balled up fists flew downwards, slamming into her own thighs, making a dull thud that ended her sentence.

“He does too! You’re jealous! You aren’t listening!” Sarah broke down into tears. They flowed freely down her cheeks in frustration and anger. “I hate you!” The younger girl stormed out of the room, down the hallway, and slammed the door to her bedroom shut.

Raiya took a deep breathe and sighed heavily. She wanted to punch something. It couldn’t have gone much worse. Her little sister had told her she had something important to tell her, but she had to keep it a secret. I should have known better, Raiya thought. She was never keen on making promises before knowing what exactly she was promising herself to.

Falling backwards over the armrest, Raiya flopped onto the couch. The couch was large, and soft and fluffy. Its dark blue color offset the paler blue of the living room walls. Her feet still hung over the armrest dangling freely in the air, but the rest of her sunk into the softness. One arm fell casually across her stomach; the other was folded under her head. She sighed again as she stared upwards at the ceiling.

Sarah was only thirteen for crying out loud. There was no possible way some boy – no, some man - ten years older was “in love” with her little sister. Raiya rolled her eyes at the thought. How could her sister be so naive? Hell, even Raiya wouldn’t date a 23 year old. She took another deep breath and tried to calm down.

I shouldn’t have yelled at her. Raiya’s hazel eyes sought to find patterns in the chaos of the mottled ceiling tiles. But she just doesn’t understand. What the hell am I going to do now?

Raiya wasn’t in a great position – the proverbial rock and a hard place. If she kept her promise, her parents would be angry with her when they did finally discover that their youngest daughter was dating a 23 year old. If she broke her promise though, her sister would never forgive her.

Granted, she and Sarah didn’t have a perfect relationship, but it certainly was better off than most sisters. They did have a good 3 years between them, which meant they didn’t compete for grades, or for boys. That was probably best for both of them, and for the peace of the household. Raiya wanted her baby sister to trust her, to look to her for advice. She wanted her sister to listen to her. This was the first time Sarah had trusted her with something important.

Godamnit, she swore mentally at herself. If something happened to her sister though…

Raiya shuddered at the dark thought. If something happened she’d never forgive herself. She couldn’t see how her sisters “relationship” could possibly turn out well. “And we’re going to take the next step” her sister’s words echoed in her head. The next step. Honestly Raiya wasn’t sure which step was the “next” step in her sister’s relationship, but any step was bad. Eventually, that next step would mean sex, and Raiya was sure that would be a bad thing.

She always knew that Sarah was too pretty for her own good. Sarah’s silky black hair and slender figure made Raiya jealous. Her own hair was too unruly, so she wore it short; a spiky tousled mess that required no upkeep. Sarah was the one who spent 2 hours every morning getting ready. And she wasn’t even in high school yet.

Come on Raiya, think! Her feet thudded into the side of the couch as she brought her heels down in frustration. If she didn’t rat out her sister, and something bad happened, she could never live with herself. But then again, maybe she was overreacting. Maybe nothing would happen and if she ratted out her sister, Raiya could lose her trust over nothing. There has to be another option.

She spent the better part of an hour thinking over both options and trying to predict the outcomes of each. Raiya was a thinker, and could easily waste hours over-thinking even the simplest of problems, like how to apologize after accidentally insulting a friend.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much time. Sarah was going on a date with the jerk-in-question tonight. Raiya turned her head and checked the DVD player clock beneath the TV – only 3 hours left. She ran her fingers through her short hair and wrinkled her nose. She didn’t have time to set them up to get caught.

“Raiya! Sarah! We’re home!” The door was thrown open and the silence of the house broken. While she could have spent hours thinking it over, Raiya didn’t have anymore time to think. If she didn’t act now, she probably wouldn’t until it was too late. The date was only a few hours away now.

Raiya swung her legs down off the armrest, putting her feet on the floor. Sarah will forgive me eventually. She gripped the edge of the couch as she leaned forwards. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lower lip nervously.

“Mom, I have something to tell you…”

Jakita was curled up in a ball, the knees of her pants soaked. She was in the middle of a forest, hiding, and one false move she would fall to her death. Kumi Tachi came below, calling for her. He was her betrothed, but she recently found out a deep secret about him. It was hard to take in, since he was gone for a year. It sort of made sense though. Jakita stifled her sobbing until Kumi was a long ways away. She crept farther up the tree, starting to get scared. He murdered those people so brutally, but was it really him? The man she knew wouldn’t do that. But had he changed so much she didn’t know him anymore? Jakita wiped her cheeks dry, then looked at the dimming sky. It wasn’t possible for her to go back and face him, but her stomach growling told her she couldn’t stay here. Jakita took a deep breath, then climbed down. She headed to her Gran Gran’s house along the overgrown path, knowing it would be safe.

A tear dripped down her cheek. Jakita had told her grandmother the whole story, but Gran Gran told her that she didn’t have a choice, it was an arranged marriage. She just felt so tortured, torn in half between what she thought was Kumi and what he seemed to be now. Did she love him anymore? Walking home in the dark, she got Goosebumps. It felt like someone was watching her. Thinking about it, the way he had greeted her was strange. He was usually so warm, but now he was cold, glancing around and not making eye contact. His hug was stiff, automatic. He just wasn’t himself. A figure dropped down from an overhanging branch, and Jakita stopped, her mouth falling open. The figure slowly stood up, and in the moonlight, she saw it was Kumi Tachi.

Jakita ate dinner without any thought. Kumi Tachi had told her all about it. The scene replayed over and over in her head. He had sat her down, and she was frightened he would kill her. Instead, he started to explain it all. She summarized it in her head, to help her better understand it all. He hadn’t killed those people. It wasn’t his fault, he was framed. His story was believable. He was running from Earth Kingdom solders, and was looking around afraid they had followed him. They had framed him because of her. They blamed her for the success of an invasion, claiming she had stopped them. They were getting payback through him. She reassured him that she believed what he said. She finished her thoughts as she finished her dinner.

Lying in bed, Jakita heard her door open. Sitting up, she clutched the blankets to her chest and blinked in the light coming through. A shadow crossed into her room and the door slid shut. Her eyes didn’t like the dark to light to dark. Too tired to even speak, the shadow loomed over her. A candle was lit, showing it was a firebender. It was Kumi Tachi. Sleepiness clouded her thoughts, but emerged from the fog was unpleasant thoughts. He lied. He’s going to kill me. Because of the betrayal to the Fire Nation. He had to be brainwashed! Then, in one swift movement, he took out a rope and wrapped it around her neck. Jakita tried to get it off, but it didn’t work. Everything went black.

Yuki's Prompt -[/b] You wake up one morning in a strange house. There is a handsome man beside you that acts like he knows you very well. It seems as if you've been living here a while, but you are certain you have never seen the man or the house before in your life. How you do you feel? What do you do?

Moku - You wake up one morning, and everything looks different. Your body feels different. You walk to a full-length mirror, and your reflecction is that of a common house cat. How do you feel? What do you do?

Xiao Xang - You wake up one morning, and everything looks bigger. You - literally - fall out of bed, and realize you are suddenly very small. What do you do? How you do you feel?

Masami - You live in a Boarding School. You are walking the halls at night, when you see your worst enemy curled up in a corner crying his or her eyes out. He or she notices you, but doesn't seem to care. Do you feel sympathy? Do you ask what is wrong? Do you try to help? How do you feel upong seeing this? What do you plan to do?

Xiao Xang eyes kept closing and opening as he tried to comprehend what had happened. He blinked his jade eyes again, before lifting his hand and rubbing any sleep from his eyes, in case he happened to still have some in there. Still seeing the same thing he had just moments ago, Xiao Xang sighed. Looking around at the huge bed that he had just fallen out of, Xiao Xang observed how while the clothing he was wearing had shrunk, his most important clothing had not. His shaman garb was still laying on his bed, the onyx dead eyes of the sealdog's head that made up part of his headdress, stared at him mockingly.

"Oh shove it....." Xiao Xang murmured as he glared at the headdress, shaking his head letting his hair fly all over the place. Giving the headdress one final glare Xiao Xang turned away from his bed, and began to think.

Xiao Xang thought about what could have caused his size alteration. Thinking of nothing out of the ordinary Xiao Xang, decided that this must be a message from the spirits. And as a shaman it was his job to interpret what that message was.

Taking into account that he was small and wanted to be big again, since regardless of out wards appearance, he was very weary about this whole......vision........, Xiao Xang assumed that what ever the spirits wanted it had something to do with growing or an increase in something. Since the shaman garb had been "mocking" him, it meant that this problem could be solved with out spiritual powers or duty involvement it had something to do with personal goals.

Xiao Xang let his personal goals consume his mind, something shaman's were not supposed to do, but right now seemed to count for something. Then Xiao Xang understood.

He had NO personal goals.......

So the spirits wanted him to do something for himself, huh? letting the corners of his mouth tilt upward slightly, Xiao Xang had a personal goal in mind, dealing with growing and mockery. Looking around the huge room that had now returned to full size, or was it him that had returned to full size? Regardless Xiao Xang knew what he had to do.

"Time to get married......"

Yawning, Moku slowly awoke from the darkness of sleep. Standing up, he felt to strange. Instead of two legs, it felt like he had four. Yawning again, Moku noticed his breath smelled weirdly like fish. I dont remeber eating any fish last night, he thought,remembering the night before.
. Getting off his bed, he felt shorter than he was. What is going on? Walking over to a mirror, which was akward because of his four feet, he saw his reflection.
"MOEWWWWWWWWWW!" came the noice, that was suposed to be his voice. Looking again into the mirror, he had black fur covering every part of his body. A tail was sticking out of his backend, and two pointy ears on his head. He had wiskers sprouting out of the ends of his face. "Moeww, Moeww, moewwww, MMoew!" He tried to speak, but all that came out was this moewing! Impossible! He was a cat!!!!

He had to do something. Looking around, he just noticed that everything looked different. Each color stood out, and his smell too was amazing. He could smell anything, right down to the bottle of body spray on his dresser. Maybe some good could come from this, he thought. But no, he would not stay like this. He had a date tonight with the girl he had liked for sometime. But how is he suposed to. He didnt know what to do.
He sat down, but got back up again because of the feel on his butt on the bare, wood floor. Opening up his memory, he tried to remember what had happened. Searching, he felt a blocked off part of his memory. Pushing harder, he felt it give a little, but not all the way. This time, he rammed it with all his might. It gave away, and a rush off over whelming memories over came him. Pasting out, he saw all the objects in the room swil, then get smaller........

A couple of hours later, he regained consceincness and lifted his throbbing, aching head from the bare polished wood floor. Picking himself off the floor, he went to the mirror, seeing his body bare and he was, well, human. Testing his voice, he said, "Wow, this is amazing. Must be a strange deam." He said. His door opened, and a yelped followed. And his mothers voice followed.
"Honey, you really should stop sleeping in the nude." She said, embaressment in her voice. "And Sarah called. She said she cant wait for tonight."
The door closed, and Moku got dressed. He could not wait for tonight.

Terra/Arashiko's RP Sample:
"One must survive." For years Arashiko had repeated that phrase to herself, keeping those words in her thoughts even when she had lost her beloved foster grandmother, Yi Ze. She had followed them closely, breaking her rule of pacifism to stay alive. The young woman often thought of her grandmother and what she sacrificed to that the girl might survive... This man standing before her claimed to be the old woman's son. Normally, Arashiko would be ecstatic that she had someone to share her memories of the woman with, but...murder? Surely he couldn't have said that she had killed Yi Ze?

Arashiko was frozen to the spot, a lump in her throat as she stared into the eyes of the accuser. Her son...Grandmother had a son... The earthbender felt sick, physically sick, as if all of the mountains of the Great Earth Kingdom had settled themselves in the pit of her stomach.

<No!> a sickeningly familiar voice shouted at the girl, <It's not true! Tell him it's not TRUE!!>

For a split second, the earthbender stopped breathing. All of the blood in her face drained away, leaving her skin as pale as the ivory tusks of a saber-toothed lion moose as the girl's lips parted just barely enough for her to mummer "I thought you had..."

<Left?> finished the voice, dangerously calm now. <No,> the entity continued, it's voice dripping with poison, <Why would I leave? 'One must survive,' no?>

Hearing her own words spat back out at her in such a...diferent context made the girl feel a strange sense of...guilt? <But I didn't want you to die!> she protested, <I just wanted to be left alone!>

The entity laughed again, mocking the earthbender. <Of course you did. But I was the one holding back your abilities, now wasn't I?>

Arashiko paused. Holding back her abilities? The latent earthbending master had always figured her lack of training had led to her seemingly weak powers. But...holding back--?

As if on cue, an image--rather, a memory--hit the young woman, taking her back to the fateful day the Fire Nation took her Grandmother. <But it wasn't the Fire Nation, was it?> gleefully chimed in the voice.

Tears were streaming unchecked down the young woman's face. The old woman, the troops--it was--

<I was the one keeping you safe!> protested another voice--a new voice.

"N-NOOOO!" erupted Arashiko, her light brown eyes turning yellow as the ground around her shook. Columns of earth shot up in rough prisms, rising and sinking rapidly in a random pattern. She remembered everything; the feeling of power as her abilities exploded, the soldiers tripping over one another as they tried to escape the massacre, the cries of the old woman...

Sense came back to the earthbender as the tremor calmed. Her half-open eyes scanned the scene as breath came back to her again, though it was lost a moment later. Rubble and debris was everywhere; Yi Ze's son was not in sight. Granted, her tired eyes weren't looking very hard...

The Fire Nation soldiers must have heard the blast. Her tears gone, Arashiko lay down on the broken earth, bringing her knees into her chest. They would be coming soon...

Areoni's Prompt - In the society that you live in, everyone looks out for themselves. They will kill a higher ranking person than themselves to advance in society. Would be a coward and flee from the society that you grew up in? Face the world unknown for a better life? Or would you stay behind in the only life that you've ever known? Describe how you feel about your society.

Areoni's RP Sample
John's fingers gently brushed his green satin pack. He ran them down it ever so slowly, deciding if this was the right choice. "I can't keep on living here- like this," John muttered to himself, "without her..." A small tear started to form around John's green eye. It slowly ran down his smooth face, as it went to drip off his face he stuck out his hand to catch it. As it touched his hand he turned his open palm into a fist. "Damn all of them!" He shouted with a sudden rage and slammed his fist into the table on which his pack sat. A picture frame fell over. Slowly, John wrapped his fingers around the wooden frame and lifted up the frame. There he stared at the haunting image of his mother. The image showed his mother in one of her finest moments, she stood smiling holding the head of his twisted town's mayor. In the cruel society which John lived, by slaying someone of importance, you were then given that title. By slaying the mayor, his mother was bestowed that title, making her rich, but also the number one target. John had always seen this method as idiotic, but as far as anyone knew, this town was the only town, and there had never been any others and never will be any others. This is what they were taught, this is what everyone thought, except John. He just somehow knew there had to, just had to, be other towns out there, more peaceful towns where killing wasn't rewarded and honored. He had decided the night after he had found his mother's disembodied corpse in the gutter outside of his house, that he was going to leave and never come back. "I'd much rather take my chances in the unknown then in here, where any day could be my last..." he thought as he hoisted his pack onto his back. This pack had everything he owned in it. That consisted of two pairs of pants, three shirts, ten dollars, one pair of worn down shoes, minimum provisions of food and water, and a necklace his mother had bought for him, just hours before her death. He checked the clock hanging on the wall, 2:00AM. "Perfect." He thought, " Everyone will be asleep, I can sneak out of here no problem." Taking one last look around his small, worn down house, he trudged slowly to the door, grabbed the knob and began to twist. The locks clicked and he pushed the door open. "This is how it has to be." He told himself. With a deep breath, he stepped out into the cold autumn night. With a quickened stride John headed towards the town's outskirts. He felt his heartbeat increasing with each and every step. What in reality was only a few minutes, felt like several hours to poor John. Part of him kept saying, "STOP! Turn back! It could be worse out there then it is here!" He'd quarrel this thought by responding, "That's a risk I'm willing to take." Once he was on the outskirts of the town, he turned around and looked back at what was once his home. "So you're just going to leave everything behind?" A voice in his head whispered every so slightly. "There's nothing there to leave..." He responded. With one last deep breath, he spun around and headed out into the unknown. What lay out here? He had no idea; all John knew is it had to be better then this.

Makoto's Prompt[/u] - You and your girlfriend decide to finally express your love...so to speak... at 2 AM. Unfortunately, right in the middle of the deed, her dad wakes up. So you're both screwed (figuratively and literally), because she's in trouble. The gal is gallant and faces her folks, but she sends you home. So, you're in your car, driving back to your house. What's going through your brain? How do you feel? Etc. Try not[/u] to go into the pre-car details, please.[/i]

((Late I know I'm sorry but atleast I have psted. Also it is set in the late 1800's just to clear up the whole reaso to why they are wearing dresses and the bonnet))

My heart sank as I stared at them from across the field of sunflowers. Had everything I ever told her just gone in one ear and then out the other. All things that she had said to me, all the nasty things she has done. Let alone the things that she has done to others. I felt my eyes swell with water as they began to walk further towards the edge of the woods, and away from me.

It seemed to have happened in a matter of seconds, my best friend and I were sitting and talking in the field of sun flowers like we often did. When the school house had let out and the sun still shined high we would disappear from the village into the field to talk about things past. We thought no one knew of our secret hiding place where we confided in one other but yet it others did. The one who had spent so much time and energy to make me feel insignificant came into the woods by herself as if it had been a surprise to find us here. But I knew better, though I was still only a girl of 8 my mother had taught me well and those who are your enemy never fall open you with surprise, but more so with a plan.

I never thought Catalina, my friend the one who I considered my sister would betray me so but yet she had. I always knew she often wanted to be friends with those who didn’t want to be hers but yet I never thought she would sink so low as to want the approval of June the girl who had taken a knife and cut off half my hair claiming there was something in it. Now my auburn hair was so short that when I pulled it back it was little stub, not the lushes locks that it used to be when it fell down my back in corkscrew curls. The girl who had taken it open herself to blame me for my father’s death, who had claimed it to be my lack beauty and friends that had driven him to be so ashamed of his only daughter that he had killed himself with poison rather then that of a heart attack which the doctors had said.

I stood up from my seat in the patch of sun flowers and I walked over to the tree and brushed off the dirt of my dress as I leaned against it. I stood in the shade of the tree hoping it shadowed my face so June and Catalina couldn’t see the tears that now flowed from eyes. I have never felt such betrayal and treachery in my short eight years.

Catalina had sworn to loath June all her life and here she was giggling with her as if they were sisters. When June had appeared in the field Catalina had made a rude remark to her presence but said nothing as the girl who had been so cruel to me approached us with what was supposed to be a friendly smile. June spoke to us as if nothing had accrued between the two of us and it almost appeared that Catalina had forgotten everything too. Soon June requested that Catalina help her find some sun flowers for her mother, and in seconds I was left by myself sitting in what felt like a prison of sun flowers. I watched them as they picked flowers and made sunflower crowns and place them a top there heads. I watched as the giggled and laughed about things that I could not hear. Jealously soon rushed through me and I called out to Catalina but I was ignored, and jealousy soon became hurt and sadness.

I take my sleeve and wipe the tears from my amber eyes and I stare at them for a moment, them not even noticing that I was not where I had left, I watched Catalina start to break down in laughter again and fall over into a pile of sunflowers. I let out a whimper for I now know that Catalina does not care as much as I had thought for me. I pull out my white bonnet that clashed with my blue with pink stripe dress and put it a top my auburn hair which only fell a little bit down my neck. I tied the string under my tiny child’s chin and scratched the back of my neck where only a little of my hair came out and I turned to leave. I heard one more laugh from June echo across the field as I enter the path through the forest on the edge of the village, and I know that it is a laugh of victory. For she has finally hurt me in every way possible, though I know this is not the end of her torment.

Akira's Prompt - You are an All-A Student at your school, and always get the highest grades. However, on a test you studied real hard for on your best subject, you get it back only to find out that you got a failing grade! The teacher assures that it's correct. What do you say? What do you? How do you feel? Remember to only say your feelings and reactions, no one else's.



Raku –[/b] Good job. You did a good job of portraying your character’s feelings in this situation. Nice and emotional. Good job. ACCEPTED.

Katsumi – Good! I liked this. Realistic and emotional, and also, a good decision, too! Good job! ACCEPTED.

Jakita – Good job. I felt that you could have made it longer and done better, but it was good. Nice job, and I liked the ending. ACCEPTED.

Xiao Xang – Your post was alright, but you hardly had any feeling at all in it. You simply talked about what you were going to do about it, instead of how you felt in this traumatizing situation. I mean, you’ve shrunk! Sorry, but we felt you just didn’t give enough. DENIED.

Moku – There are some slight grammar problems in your post, and I felt that there wasn’t enough emotion. Also, you made it out to be a dream, which defeats the purpose of the prompt. We felt you didn’t do enough. DENIED.

Arashiko – I liked your post. The way you went about it is different, but it’s good. Nice job on the post and interpreting your prompt. ACCEPTED.

Areoni – The first thing we noticed was that it was one long huge paragraph, which made it really hard for me to read. You need to separate it into smaller paragraphs based on separation of thoughts and new ideas. Secondly, you need to put more emotion in your posts, because we felt that there wasn’t enough. DENIED.

Rajana – Good job! I felt you did a good job interpreting the prompt and your character’s feelings. Nice job. ACCEPTED.

For those who were accepted, remember that if you slip in the regular RPG, you will be forced to go through one of the other methods in order to post, and you will not be allowed to do this again.

For those who were denied, either go through one round of the Battle Training and try again, go through one of the classes in the RP University, or the Romance Training in order to move on to the regular RPG.