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Everyone’s favourite edgy hacker boy! (Also, can’t wait to get enough hourglasses to start his route!)

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A bright blue sea, shimmering and sparkling.
Turquoise waves capped with froth the colour of fresh snow.
The glitter of the sun dusts each tranquil wave with a golden gleam.
It stretches to infinity.

A harsh growl from deep underneath, a chill seeps into my bones.
The waves are tall, towering above my insignificant existence.
They crash on the beach, nearly devouring me whole.

I am left to face the cruelty of the oceans in his eyes all alone.

 

Consumed

I am consumed

By torrents of emotion that rage through me

Gripping my very being

And twisting out a scream of pain

By my scream is silent

For they all are watching me

Searching for any sign of weakness

I catch it in my throat

Forcing it down

Telling myself no

Because

What if everyone saw?

What if everyone knew?

Would they like what they see?

Most likely,

They’d hate it too.

Hands to my throat

Force it back down now

No.

Stop!

I can’t!

I can’t.

I can’t scream.

I can’t cry.

I can only smile

And choke down that scream

By whom I am consumed.

But then I feel it.

Hands, eyes, words

That chain my throat

Hands of fake friends I am forced to keep

Judging eyes that search for my soul

But worst of all – words.

Words that society has forced on my mind

Festooned into rough ropes

That cut my neck

When I try to move

Choking my scream,

Making sure I’m inaudible

So no one can hear

My plea for help

No one can pull me out of

The scream

That consumes me

And the ropes

That bind me.

Zara, Leave

“I can’t quite contain, or explain my evil ways, or explain why I’m not sane, all I can say is this is your warning.” – Duality, by Set It Off

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Zara, leave me alone!

No, I won’t go.

Zara, go be free.

No, I won’t leave.

Why can’t you see,

The monster is me,

The end of my sanity.

Why won’t it go?

Oh, I don’t know.

Why can’t you stay?

Zara, please don’t play.

I know, you warned me
But it’s here I’d rather be,
Than somewhere safe and free.

I can’t quite explain how or why!

I know, I won’t pry,

About the monster inside.

The Case of the Stolen Strokes of Heaven: An Annoying Teenage Misadventure

Keith lifted the wooden lid that covered his desk only to recoil in shock of the sight he beheld.

“My sketchbook,” he noted. “It’s gone.”

He had barely been gone for a matter of ten minutes, but those ten minutes that he spared to eat his lunch had turned out to be a grave mistake, as he now realized.

“Hey, Eris?” he spoke. “Are you seeing this?”

“If you mean the fact that your sketchbook is missing,” she said, with the roll of her eyes evident in her voice, “yes, yes I am. However,” she spoke, raising her nihilistic tone to one that now mocked the boy standing by her. “If you mean that I am seeing the fact hat you’ve lost your sense of normalcy, then I noticed that eons ago.”

The boy rubbed his pale temples in disdain, sending a glare worthy of only a child of Medusa towards the curly-haired tower of sarcasm above him.

“I’m serious, Eris. That had spoilers for my manga in it. It could get leaked and my spotless reputation would be soiled forevermore!”

“You don’t even have a manga,” she shook her head sadly. “It’s just a little comic you doodle about an angel and a devil who fall in love. And its on your Instagram, not even physically published.”

“But Eris,” he pleaded. “Help me find it, at least.”

“I can’t say no to that face.” She sighed. “Fine, at least give me a minute to find Zack and Connie.”

Ten minutes later four middle-schoolers were grouped around the crime scene, stating the fact of the case which had now come to be known as the ‘Case of the Stolen Strokes of Heaven’ as Connie dubbed it.

(‘But Keith’s art isn’t that great”, Eris complained. ‘Yes, it is,’ Connie declared. ‘So there.’)

“So you and Keith went down to eat lunch,” Zack summed up. “For ten minutes, and then he returns to find that his sketchbook has disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“That’s pretty much it.” Eris concluded. “Connie seems to have no input on the matter though, do you, Connie?”

“Nope. Nada. Zilch. Nahi.” Connie affirmed in four languages.

Eris rolled her eyes. “I wish I didn’t ask, you braggart.”

“Guys,” Keith spoke, for the first time in 10 minutes. “It’s been a while and we haven’t got any closer to figuring out suspects.”

“For once,” Eris noted. “Keith is right.”

“For once?” Keith exclaimed in outrage.

“Oh my God, would you two stop? Look, kids are coming into the class right now.” Zack rattled off. “We’ll scan them for any guilty faces. Eris, try not to look like you’re going to murder everyone in cold blood. Connie, stop grinning like an escaped mental hospital admittance, and Keith? Just, try not to cry? I guess?”

“I’m too tough to cry.” Keith spoke.

Connie coughed into her fist. “Just yesterday you were crying about snakes.”

“They don’t have proper eyesight! They can’t read manga!” Keith wailed.

Just then, the most petrifying danger, even worse than hurricane Irma, stormed into the class with a sour look of resignation on her face, her eyes flittering from student to student pronouncing, I hate that, I hate that and I really hate that.

It was math class, and Mrs. Johannesburg was back.

Who is Mrs. Johannesburg, you may ask? Well, you’re certainly been lucky to not know her. She was the principal of the school, nicknamed ‘The Demon Teacher’ by her pupils, who doubled as a math teacher for, well,  let us just call them…special classes. In particular, Eris’ class.

She despised Eris and her gang. Eris with her curly hair, rude demeanor and sarcastic behavior; Keith with his lack of interest in the subject and constant doodling in class; and Zack  with his tendency to identify loopholes, ask stupid questions and distract the class, they were the absolute worst.

But she loved Connie, for no apparent reason other than the fact that she kept finding more and more excessively complicated ways to do a simple sum.

Eris groaned, and Keith shifted his seat behind her to be shielded from the demon teacher as much as possible. Zack leaned back in his chair to leisurely think of the worded pranks he would pull this lesson.

Connie sat up front. Teacher’s pet, Eris thought, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes.

“Aargh!” Keith whisper-yelled to the dark-skinned girl to his front. “What am I supposed to do in class?”

“Look on the bright side,” Eris remarked. “You’ll listen today and scribble some notes, hopefully, instead of doodling all the time. At least you could pass the upcoming Maths teat this week.”

“Very helpful,” Keith snorted. “Especially since you’re going to sleep all lesson.”

“No, I’m not.” Eris retorted. “Now take out your book, she’s already started.”

“No, I won’t.” Keith snapped. “In fact, I’m going to-”

But we will never know what Keith was going to do, for it was Mrs. Johannesburg who did something, and that something was rapidly whipping around to face Keith and deliver one of her famous snide remarks.

“Mr. Katana,” She sneered. “I’m sure we’d all love to take a lesson from you in Maths, wouldn’t we? After all, not many of us have received the honor of getting straight F’s in this year.”

Keith visibly winced. “Sorry.”

Keith dug out his notebook and sighed, he honestly hated this class from the bottom of his heart.

Five thousand zillion bajillion years later, or maybe not, it just felt like that to Keith, the class was over. Keith stuck his hand back inside his bag to pull out his science notebook when his hand clasped around a familiar shape.

“My sketchbook!” He exclaimed in surprise.

Eris burst into peals of uncontrollable laughter as she looked into the camera of her phone.

“And that is how to trick a Keith!” She beamed into the mike.

“Oh. My. God.” Keith’s jaw dropped onto the floor. “It was you! You lying, sneaky, dirty, piece of-”

“And this is the part where you-” She was cur off short but a guttural yell from Keith as she sprang to her feet and sprinted in the direction of Zack.

“RUN!” She laughed into the phone as they darted around chairs and dived under desks.

Eris was stopped short by Keith catching both her legs as she flailed her arms and planted face-first in the ground as her other friends gathered around.

Keith placed a leg on her head, retrieved the phone and put in the ending shot.

“Okay, so, Zack and Connie,” Keith stated. “What have we learned today?”

“Never mess with Keith’s sketchbooks,” They solemnly spoke in unison. Or, you’ll get it.”

“Well spoken, my friends,” Keith spoke smugly. “Understood, Eris?”

“Get off my face,” Was Eris’ groaned response. “God, you’re such a dork.”

13 Reasons Why- You Never Really Needed to Die – A Poem Based on the Novel by Jay Asher

“13  Reasons Why” is a riveting read, no doubt. But I guess , for me, the most important thing about this book is to realize that it is 13 reasons why not to..

(Given my rebel gene, I would have said, 13 reasons you should have been a serial killer , but I digress..)

This poem is a result of  that feeling …

If rumors based on a first kiss spreading is your first reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have stood up for yourself, been bold and strong
Go on, give it a try.

If getting your name on a list in a perverted kind of way is your second reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have thought to yourself, it’s just a list,
It doesn’t determine the way your life flies.

If your best friend betraying you because of a rumor she heard is your third reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have steeled yourself, not accepting fault for none of yours,
Not cried to yourself, she did this to me, why?

If someone taking nude candid shots of you is your fourth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have slapped that intruder across his face,
And exposed him for all his ‘passionate fire’.

If a friend being fake is your fifth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have left her alone, for that’s all she’s worth,
Entertaining a fake friend is like sitting on a live wire.

If your date leaving you hanging is your sixth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have known that it didn’t really matter to you,
Made him realize his consequences were dire.

If someone stealing your positive compliments is your seventh reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have believed in yourself, not relied on others,
Because in this game of life, you shouldn’t ever tire.

If the school dissecting your personal poem is your eighth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have stood tall, unfazed, by the commotion of it all,
Even if, by now, your mind has gone haywire.

If not having a shoulder to cry on but too many emotions is your ninth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have written them down and torn them up,
Let them go like the wind flies.

If not standing up to a rapist is your tenth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have told some, confided in authority,
Bring it up, don’t let the issue slide.

If being witness to the incident that caused the death of a student is your eleventh reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have called the police right then and there,
In secrecy, do not confide.

If feeling so done you give into wrong doings is your twelfth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have strengthened your spirits, shown what you’re made of,
Into a night of guilty pleasure, don’t capsize.

If not being offered sufficient concern is your thirteenth reason why,
Then you never really needed to die.
You should have searched for comfort from yourself, or others you can trust,
Don’t add fuel to the funeral pyre.

Don’t ever give up.

Don’t give up your entire life for someone who is not even worth a moment of your time!