Lady-JanetChan

My dear friend My "second granddaughter" The sweetest young girl I ever knew Oh, Addy. Why did you have to go so soon? Her escape from The Loser's lair Was quite a story After two weeks of Rape, Rape, Rape That brave little bitch Picked up a gun And ran away With full-blown AIDS With full-blown AIDS She got a settlement And justice And friends The settlement was okay The justice was nice But the friends, the friends That was what kept her alive The friends, the friends, That kept her alive Loved her like a sister A daughter And me, a granddaughter More than her rotten family Ever could Why, why the fuck Did she h

Four years had passed. The four best friends who made peace in the magic world graduated Renkhan. They came together again for a very important event for Cedric and Sydney. Sydney nervously tapped her foot, her hands clasped together. She wore a white strapless dress with a mermaid skirt and a train that she made herself with the help of everyone's friend—magic. April, in a red dress with off-shoulder sleeves and an opening down to the knees, adjusted the tiara upon Sydney's head that held the veil longer than the train, trying to block the exit from the back of the truck where they were waiting. Cedric was waiting and April knew he, t

With a burning pain in her torso, a throbbing head, and numb legs, Sydney stood up and groaned in pain when she felt the scars on both of her arms sting. Professor Wormwood's eyes met hers and she went up to her. "Miss Sullivan, you're awake," she said. "What happened?" she asked, lying back down. "Your imagination outdid Laurent's," she replied. "You singlehandedly killed him and he only hurt you…well, very badly. But you'll be all better by the time school is back in session. In about a month, the place has turned into a junkyard and we need a lot of magic to fix it all. It's not always a one-man job. Defeating Laurent was not a on

On Saturday morning, before school, Sydney scraped together forty bucks and walked to the drugstore. She bought the latest Us Weekly, People, Vougue, Elle, and some hairstyle magazines. It was gonna be awesome. On Sunday at one, Sydney was skimming through the magazines and heard someone creep by her. She turned around and saw April. "Aw, man, I was trying to scare you!" April said. "Too bad," Sydney chuckled. She sat on the floor with her and April poofed up yellow paper clips and blue paper clips. "Which one?" Sydney took the blue. They went through the magazines and clipped what they liked. Sydney noticed April was going a littl

After Wormwood's class, Sydney was walking with Cedric and she asked, "Are Nate and April like Ron and Hermione? Friends who tease each other but hook up?" "Well, Hermione isn't the word for April. But Nate is a Ron," Cedric said. "Um, they kiss once in a while, they don't identify themselves as together, Nate says a few things about him liking other girls around here and not April. I don't know what'll happen, but something might. I don't pressure them, though. They'll do what's right and what's right will be okay by me."  "I agree," Sydney said. "But you and me, we're not losing each other to Willie Aames or Laurent. Especially Willie A

Sydney dreamt of a little girl with curly light brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a frown on her face being teased by an older boy with dark hair, gray eyes, and a satisfied smile in a field of grass. The girl couldn't stand it. She cried, tried to run away but the boy kept at it. He took out a light brown stick with a skeleton upper body for a handle. He waved it and blood poured out her mouth. "Laurent!" she tried to say, more blood coming out. It turned patches of grass dark red and eventually her cute pink dress was stained. He waved the stick at her and she got hurt more and more until a man with brown hair and a suit pulled the boy a

Back at home, before Sydney could go to sleep, her father barged into her room. Oh, shit, did she forget to make it seem to her father that she was still there? "Sydney…" he growled, holding a paper. Report cards were e-mailed to parents every month. It was the report card. What could be wrong? Sydney was so good in school. "What the hell is this?" He threw the paper at her face. She read it. A- in French, Madame Dupont said the only thing wrong was a pop quiz but she passed the class. Science, B, Mr. Roberts said that she just wasn't good with the quizzes on natural disasters, only because Sydney was terrified of them but that wasn'