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Postby Nonexsitent » Thu Dec 08, 2011 9:01 am

Since my other journal isn't going as well I might remove it but I hope this one will be more normal!! I hope you guys have the time to read this one!! Ty for reading on if you decide to so here it is the diary of Majenda a rebel in the making!!

Dear Jornal,
My life was pretty normal before it cascaded in to a whirlpool of pain and misery beyond the normal amount. My name is Majenda and I am currently 15 years of age and I have only been give three years to live thanks to my step father who has given me 'the mark'. It marks all evil and people will come and kill you in the dead of night if you wear it. Scary I know but in three years time my step father said they'll come for me when I sleep unsuspecting in my bed with no where to hide or run to. My mother has cancer so she is too weak to do anything my older brother died on a skiing trip in alaska and my younger sister died after falling off our balcony when she was 6. My step father caused these deaths he was there when they all happened, he caused my brother's skis to break as he hit the slope, he pushed my sister off the balcony as she smoothed our cat. He has tried to kill me twice but somehow by a miracle I survived that is why he branded me with 'the mark'. For some reason he sees me as a threat to his money and his love when my mum is laid up in a hospital bed with cancer he is prancing around acting mopey and getting himself a girlfriend to replace mum when she's gone. I know horrible and cruel but is currently lunch at school and I need to hurry if I am going to making to our form tutor.

Hey sat in tutor with Miss Grap babbling on about I dunno alot of boring things like how to avoid cyber bullying. I guess it is intresting if your getting bullied but I'm not so I am sat at the back of the classroom writing in you, I dunno what inspired me to write a journal I think it must of been Miss Grap who said that writing down your worries in a diary or journal actually helps ease them...If you could tell I have alot of worries so I will write alot of them in here, I will also write how my life progresses and takes a massive dip as it goes on, I will let you know alot of things fellow compaion. I have no friends at school so I a guess your the only one I can confess my deepest thoughts, worries and...etc to. Miss Grap is a wonderful form tutor if you have good grades she is kind to you, if you have bad grades she supports you and if you have a troubled life like me then she tries to help you but if you are a person who bottles it up and is a bit stubborn like me then she finds it hard to help so she helps as best as she can. People all around the school fellow students treat me like a freak and I find it hard to socialize with them so I don't I usually go and sit in the libary till end of break and lunch, but now I got you to keep me company so I can tell you alot of things.

"Do you know how much money you cost me!!" My step father screeched angrily, I looked at him with bitter hate and shook my head then held my hand up. "Ooh let me guess millions." I spat nastily, my step father's eyes widened at my back chat and he back handed me round the face I stared at him and ran up to my room tears streaming from my eyes my cheek stinging from where he hit me. "Come back here now you little cow how dare you speak to me like that!" He screamed thundering up the stairs behind me. I rushed into my room and slid the wardrobe over the door and grabbed my mobile I called the police, my step father started thumping the door screaming swear words at the top of his lungs and demanding me to open the door. "Hello what is your emergency?" The operator asked.
"It's my step father," I wept, "I think he is going to kill me." I screamed as the wardrobe came away from the door then toppled back towards it.
"Okay the police are on the way we have tracked your call and are on the way." she said quickly.
"Thank you." I cried as the wardrobe again came away from the door but didn't fall.
"Majenda you spitful cow open this door." My step father yelled bashing into the door.
"Leave me alone, stop it." I yelled as he bashed the door again, the wardrobe toppled and I found myself hoping it wouldn't fall and leave him clear access to kill me. The wardrobe fell crushing my bed I screamed as the door burst open and shot to my feet. My step father looked at me in pure rage I ran to the window and struggled with the latch. I felt him grab my hair and yank me back the pain was agony, I struggled and managed to elbow him making him release me I shot back to the window and yanked it open I scrabbled out onto the roof and shut the window behind me. People who were walking past the house began to look up at me as I clung for dear life trying not to fall. The window burst open and my step father made a wild grab for me I instantly let go of what I was holding and slid down the roof and onto the concrete floor. The impact made me wince and I reached up to feel my head which was hurting and stinging I felt something wet and sticky, I pulled my hand to my face and saw my hand was covered in blood not a little drop but I was wearing a crimson glove. People pulled out their mobiles and called ambulances, I craned my neck up to look at my step father to see the look of horror on his face my neck ached and I relaxed it. My thoughts began to swirl and I embraced the bitter darkness hoping on the other side I'd see my family.

Majenda ^_^
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Re: Dear Journal

Postby takane » Thu Dec 08, 2011 9:58 am

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Re: Dear Journal

Postby Nonexsitent » Fri Dec 09, 2011 4:14 am

here is more of Majenda as promised.

Dear Journal,
I might have to choose another name for you because journal is a bit boring so I will have to think about that.

I slowly opened my eyes and cried out when a girl leaned over me, "Hi." She said kindly. I stared at her then pushed myself up into a sitting position and winced with the pain my head still swam and it ached. "Uh...hi." I said uncertainly she smiled and took a seat next to my chair. "Your step father is in taking a trial and your coming with me and Konjo to the childeren home a couple of blocks away." she explained.
"Okay who the hell is Konjo?" I asked her confused, she smiled and pointed to the fat middle age guy talking to the doctor out front besides myself I giggled. "A bit big isn't he?" I said to her, she nodded and stiffled a laugh before imitating him, I laughed and the doctor came in. "Hello Majenda how are you feeling?" he asked.
"Better than I was 10 minutes ago." I told him, he nodded happily.
"She can go when she is ready but anything happens you bring her straight back in." He told Konjo who nodded.
"Course Dr Frotty." he said nicely, by his voice it was hard to tell if he was a kind man. Dr Frotty nodded happy and walked away to look after his other patients. I nodded and climbed out of the bed and looked at the girl she had long brown hair and warm brown eyes she looked very pretty and very kind. "I'm ready to go." I said nicely. Konjo and the girl nodded and we set off.

When we arrived the girl took me straight upstairs and showed me my room "You have to share a room with me I'm afraid." she said nicely.
"It's okay..." I said but hesitated because I didn't know her name.
"My names Zeelea." she said kindly I nodded and smiled at her. "I know your name Majenda." she continued. I nodded and looked around then I headed for the dark purple bed as Zeelea sat on the sky blue. Zeelea picked up her hair brush and started to comb her hair she smiled at me nicely. "Your hair is unique." she pointed out. I smiled and sat on the bed. "I know." I said nicely. Zeelea looked at me then smiled kindly she came over to me and started to comb me hair I froze and pulled away. "Sorry did I hurt you?" she asked, I shook my head.
"No it is just that no one has done that before." I told her I sat back down and she continued, I looked at the mirror and saw my pale reflection. I had short brown hair with purple highlights, my eyes were a torquise colour and rare colour in eyes. Zeelea continued to comb my hair intill someone knocked at the door. Zeelea dropped the brush and rand to the door she opened it a crack and spoke softly to the person the otherside of the door. She sighed and came back over to me the door flung open and I gasped in shock at who stood there.

Majenda ^_^
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Re: Dear Journal

Postby Kinchovi » Fri Dec 09, 2011 8:43 am

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Re: Dear Journal

Postby AbbeyDawn » Fri Dec 09, 2011 8:44 am

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Re: Dear Journal

Postby Nonexsitent » Fri Dec 09, 2011 12:33 pm

here is more of Majenda please post ideas for people she could meet and if they are evil or nice.

Dear Journal,
I think I have a name for you, Hope as in a hope in a million to get out of here out of my life. I like the name hope it suits you. I am glad I got a name for you now you don't sound boring.

The person stood in the door was my younger sister the one I believed to be dead she looked at me a wide smile on her face, "Majenda." she exclaimed rushing over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I blinked at her in shock and hugged her back "Oh my god Berry..." I gasped, Berry looked up at me "After I was pushed the hospital made me better but Konjo thought it would be better to deliver the news I died so our step father wouldn't come after me." she explained, I nodded realising that Berry had survived so there was a fifty, fifty chance my brother had survived too. Zeelea swallowed hard and her eyes looked glassy as if she was remembering something. Berry's smile slipped and ran out the room calling for Konjo. Zeelea's face contorted into rage and she swung for my head. I gasped and ducked then tackled her she collapsed to the floor then looked at me in bewilderment. "You fought back?" she quizzed in amazment.
"Why? Shouldn't I?" I asked puzzled.
"No one usually fights back. Where did Berry go?" she said, I looked at her.
"She ran to get Konjo." I told her, Zeelea eyes widened and she covered her face and on cue Berry and Konjo came in. "How did you calm her down?" Konjo asked amazed.
"She fought back." Zeelea told him, Konjo blinked and smiled then walked out the room Berry was looking at me and I shrugged. "Majenda the rebel in the making." Berry muttered. Zeelea nodded standing up and blinked at me she whipped out her mobile and walked out the room talking to someone. Berry shrugged and sat down on my bed she was looking at me "I think your going to make an excellent rebel, your going to save people from the grim reapers, I'm proud of you Majenda." Berry whispered. I stared at her completely confused. What is a rebel and what did I do for everyone to act so strange. I thought puzzled. I looked around and saw how much berry had changed her long blue hair had been cut and place in pigtails, her eyes were the deepest blue. But I guess 6 years really does change you. I excused myself and walked towards the stairs I heard Zeelea on the phone "She is the one I swear she will be the best rebel ever." her muffled voice said, I placed my ear on the door and continued to listen. "No I swear my swing happened and she literally calmed me down straight away." Zeelea continued. I frowned confused and backed away from the door and tripped over and felt my self tumble down the stairs.

Majenda ^_^
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Re: Dear Journal

Postby Sentoki » Fri Dec 09, 2011 1:26 pm

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Re: Dear Journal

Postby Nonexsitent » Fri Dec 09, 2011 3:16 pm

okay Weed-Sama here is more.

Dear Hope,
I really do like your name!

I closed my eyes and fell into someone who grabbed me I opened my eyes and looked up to see a boy about my age he looked a bit bemused, I pulled myself out of his grasp and muttered thank you for him catching me. He smiled at me "Um...it's okay I usually save people who throw themselves down the stairs, it's my job." He joked, I giggled. Zeelea was at the top of the stairs staring at me in shock "I swear you want to kill yourself." she joked. I laughed and looked at the boy he had brown hair and blue eyes. "The names Cate and you are?" he asked I was about to reply when Berry came rushing down the stairs "Majenda are you okay?" she asked. I nodded at her. Cate smiled as she hugged me again. I patted her shoulder, "So your Majenda the rebel?" he asked me. I snapped then I felt my blood boil "What the hell is a rebel and why has everyone started to call me that?" I shouted. Berry jumped a little, "Rebels are people who fight the grim reapers the one that kill people with 'the mark'." she whimpered. I looked down at my right wrist and pulled up my sleeve "This mark?" I asked her, she squeaked and nodded then in return showed me Zeelea's right wrist which had the same mark Cate showed us his too it also had the mark. I blinked and pulled my sleeve back down "Why am I a rebel and you guys aren't?" I asked.
"I am but I am a low rank." Zeelea said, Cate nodded.
"Same here I am waiting to be picked to go on a team but..." he explained I nodded knowing what he meant it was like this at school before my accident. Konjo began to call us for dinner and we all rushed to the table I was hungry, no that is a understatement hope I was starving. We all ate a decent meal and then a man walked in he was wearing a police uniform I guessed this meant bad news he spoke with Konjo who looked over to me with tears in his eyes "Majenda we have bad news." He said and my blood froze in my veins.

Majenda ^_^
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Re: Dear Journal

Postby ~Waffles~ » Fri Dec 09, 2011 5:10 pm

Oh My Holy Burritos! You Have To HAve To write more I'm In suspense!
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Re: Dear Journal

Postby Nonexsitent » Fri Dec 09, 2011 5:56 pm

here is more cupcakebaby!

Dear Hope,
"It's your mum..." Konjo continued, my heart began to pound in my chest it felt like it was going to break through "She was murdered in hospital this morning." Konjo looked at me and Berry gasped it was her mum too but the police only told me. "Murdered." I exclaimed, "By who and why?" I sat there waiting for an answer, the police hung their heads and shook them "That we can not say but we will investigate." They explained.
"Thank you." Konjo said quietly herding them back to the door, I sat there in shock every memory of my mum flooding back to me. My whole family with my real dad, our first trip to the beach, the first time I met my little sister, when I learnt how to ice skate, my first christmas. I felt tears cloud my vision I heard Berry weeping and I wiped my tears away I had to be strong for my sisters sake, "I bet it was the grim reapers." Zeelea muttered eating her pizza. I looked at her then my blood boiled "Take me to the rebels." I instructed her, Zeelea choked on her pizza and let it fall to her plate. "What now?" she asked.
"Take me to the rebels." I instructed again.
"No need they are on the way here to interrigate you so they can determine your rank you will probally be low rank like me and Cate but it depends." she explained. I nodded and relaxed in my chair if the grim reapers did murder my mum they were going to pay big time and it was going to cost them a lot. Konjo came back in and sat at the head of the table "Dig in kids." he grumbled and everyone started eating except me and Berry, my stomach was like a massive ball of lead at the moment my appetite had vanished completely. Zeelea kept looking at the clock and I sat there in silence till I heard the door go and two people in suits walked into the room they were wearing sunglasses. "Who hired the secret agents?" I asked.
"They are the rebels." Zeelea hissed, I smirked.
"Cool." was all I said. they smiled at Konjo who stood up.
"Majenda they need to ask you a few questions so please go with them." Konjo instructed. I instantly stood up and walked up to the people and they led the way to the conference room one opened the door with his key and I walked in. "Take a seat." The man said, I sat down in the nearest chair and the Interrigation began.

After two long hours they finally finished with me and let me out of the room they walked up to Konjo and whispered to him and he stared at them in shock and gaped at me, I went up to Zeelea "That went badly." I told her. She sighed and nudged Cate "We got ourselves a fellow low ranker." she informed him, he sighed heavily and sat on the stairs. Konjo walked over to me, "Wow Majenda one of the highest ranks you must be proud." he said. I stared at him. Zeelea gaped at me and Cate smiled, "Choose your team and you can go." Konjo said. I blinked at him confused. "Go? Go where?" I asked.
"Well to fight the grim reapers of course." Konjo beamed.
"Oh right, well I choose Zeelea and Cate for my team." I exclaimed.
"Right you two pack your bags your off." Konjo sai happily, Cate wooped and jumped up giving me a hug then legging it up the stairs. Zeelea smiled and also gave me a hug and ran up the stairs after Cate, Berry walked over to me tears in her eyes "Your leaving?" she asked.
"Yep but listen if it is okay you can come too." I told her, her eyes lit up and she looked at Konjo who looked worried then nodded. "You are sisters I don't see the trouble." he said, Berry hurled herself up the stairs to pack. Now we are all ready to leave I'll let you know when we reach a place to either eat or rest so bye hope and I swear you are my lucky charm.

Majenda ^_^
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