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No Regrets Ch.1Cassandra stared at the empty space that had once been her sister. The blinding light disappeared and had taken her with it. 'Now that she's gone, I'm just standing her like an idiot. Why?!' The pain from the gash Bakura had slowly started was more annoying than painful. Blood was trickling down to her tunic and she just wanted to wipe it away.
Glancing up at her bronze captor, she saw that he was staring at the empty space too. 'Wonder if he had doubt in his own ability to do it?' She drew in a sharp breath and dug her elbow into his stomach. He released her and stepped back, more from shock than actual pain.
'That little bitch.' "Get her!" He growled at the man waiting near the end of the alley.
'Damn, I forgot about him!' She threw a wild kick at his groin, sprinting off again after he doubled over.
'This is insane! Where am I supposed to go?!' She wondered, stopping in the crowded market place. 'Back to the palace? I don't think the guards will
ImperfectionMy hair's a wreck,
My feet get dirty and my skin burns in the sun,
My lips they bleed, but I still sing my songs,
Takes me a minute to admit it when I'm wrong
Dawn dropped to her couch with a blissful sigh. Another week of school down, only a million more to go. Work didn't help much either, you wouldn't think a grocery store could get so busy with old people! Constantly having to re-stack things they knock over, point out specific items, and then reach those items for them was a hassle. Good thing she had study hall with a laid back teacher.
Pretty is as pretty does, but pretty's not my thing,
This is what you get, this is who I am,
Take me now or leave me, anyway you can
Sometimes I trip and fall,
But I know where I stand
And if you're thinkin about changin my direction,
Don't mess with imperfection
Tristan Taylor was a blessing and a burden at once. He was funny, easy to talk to, and could read her like an open book. The latter almost always came in handy
The More Boys I Meet This boy here wants to move to fast,
Sees my future like as havin' a past,
Well I don't think so,
I don't think so
Duke Devlin. He's charming at first, but I lost count of how many times I caught him looking in the mirror! Girls and guys alike were staring at me enviously! And he had more make up on than I did. Great kisser though, bet it comes with practice.
That boy there well he's playin' the fool,
He thinks he's funny and he thinks he's cool,
Well I don't think so,
I don't think so
Rex Raptor. I'm not sure if he was really that stupid or just...well there's no other word for it! And that cat he had kept licking my arm, it was rather weird.
Cheap dates bad taster,
Another night gone to waste,
Talkin' 'bout nothin' in so many words,
It's not like I'm not tryin',
Cuz I'll give anyone a shot once
Wevil Underwood. Dinner was at a ramen bar. And all we talked about was bug
The Sweet and the Sour Ch.23With the depressing festivities over, the two Thompsons strode outside into the slowly chilling air of the market place. Tints of pink and orange were gradually slipping into the dark blue sky, marking the ever slow begining of the sunset.
'I hope he wasn't serious about leaving on the dot. If we can really change time he won't leave us here, right?'
"Where are we going? We were just here yesterday." Carissa gave her a baffled look of utter confusion.
"A special place." She answered quietly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into an alley before she could protest.
"All I see is a dark all-"
"You're late." A rough voice growled from the shadows. The speaker stepped into the dim light, revealing his scar, tan skin, and spikey white hair. "I said on the dot."
"I know, but we had issues getting out of the palace." Sure it was a lie, she was trying to have as much time as possible with her sister. "You won't hurt her will you?"
"Of course not! On my honor."
"A thief has no honor."
The Sweet and the Sour Ch.22Cassandra sighed uncertainly, watching the sun's first rays creep into the room. 'Great, two more days until...Until what? I don't know what's going to happen!' She ran a brush through her hair for the twentieth time. 'I always wanted to get red streaks through this too. And go sky diving. And swim with dolphins in the ocean. And fall in love. And have kids, get married, go to college...' Her list went on for quite some time, until she shook her head.
'I'm not missing out on much, I'd have to get a job and move out on my own and watch my sister grow up. And see how evil people really are in that hell hole of a city.
Carissa rolled over lazily and her eyes fluttered open. "Cass, what are you doing?"
"Just thinking. How about we go for a horse back ride, go shopping, and eat out?"
"That sounds like an awful lot of together time."
Her unreadable expression became one of disappointment.
"Not that it doesn't sound fun! It's just weird for you to be asking."
"It's not we
The Sweet and the Sour Ch. 21The three girls watched as the gang of men disappeared into the desert. Mana had already started crying before she tied Mahad's body to her horse. A few merchants stared after them, but she only assured people he was asleep. Not that it worked much.
Carissa and Cassandra had taken up leading their horses instead of riding, the people were more likely to move out of their way atleast.
"Hey Mana, do you mind if we stick around here for a little while? I don't want to interupt um anything at the palace." More like she didn't want to be interogated again.
She nodded reluctantly. "Just be back before sunset, it's not safe after that."
Carissa was already looking at jewelry and various clothes being sold.
Cassandra went of her own way to find something to eat. For all that the palace food looked nice, it wasn't all that good to her. Smoked rats, something that looked like a cactus, and even worse, something that resembled a finger. All of this made her want to hurl rather than eat.
The Sweet and the Sour Ch.20"I'm bored!" Carissa announced after a nap and exploring the room. "Can we go outside?"
The darker haired sighed. "Well, Mana said we could." 'Not that she holds much authority.' "We should change first so we don't keep getting a weird stare though." Flipping through all the clothes in the closet she sighed. "Well, there's a bunch of fancy dresses." Finally she was pleased enough with a powed blue garment, void of any excess jewelry. 'No need to attract attention.'
Carissa had chosen a pale pink ankle length dress, and a gold necklace. She was still busy digging around in a dish of jewelry, finally producing a golden ring. "Here, you should wear this!" It was in the shape of a griffin, small rubies as the eyes, wings out stretched, and the clawed feet holding it in place.
'They sure were fans of gold in this time.' "Ok, fine. Can we go now?" She asked impatiently, slipping on the ring.
"Um how are we supposed to find our way outside? I can't remember all the twists
The Sweet and the Sour Ch. 19Cassandra stared wide eyed at all the lavish decorations in the halls. Tapestries, beautiful flowers at the height of their bloom, and even people that appeared to be priest were decked out in gold. 'I wonder if all of Egypt is like this? Surely the pharaoh wouldn't decorate so fancy if his people were starving.'
However, Carissa was in awe of the whole thing. 'How do they make it so much cooler in here? I don't think air conditioning has been invented yet!'
"Are you from a poor country?" Mana finally asked, the dazzling effect of the palace had worn off long ago for her.
"Not really...We've just never seen so much gold." 'Then again, I'm not sure I've ever touched real gold.' Someone else walked by, clipping her shoulder. "Hey! Watch it!"
He turned and gave an icy glared. "And who might you be? More prisoners?!"
'He looks fimiliar...'
"No Priest Seto, they claim to know the pharaoh." Mahad answered in a monotone voice. 'He's always jumping to conclusions
The Sweet and the Sour Ch. 18Bakura looked down at the girl suddenly hugging the tar out of him. The two soldiers traded blank expressions and laughed.
"What are you doing? Get off of me!" Luckily for her his hands were bound to the saddle horn of the horse by rope. If he had a little more slack, then he'd be able to strangle her.
"Ryou..." She stepped back, looking up at him with teary eyes.
"Carissa!" Her sister pulled her back, glaring at Bakura. "Are you crazy, don't touch him!"
"She's right, I wouldn't touch the dirty thief either." Mahad said, teacher and student joining them.
"Theif?!" Carissa stared at him. This Bakura was amazingly tan, but he still had the poofy white hair. He was taller, more muscular, and his eyes weren't that sweet chocolate brown. Maybe he wasn't Ryou after all. "What's his name?"
"Bakura." Mana supplied, looking ready to whack him with her staff.
"Your dear pharaoh's a muderer! Just wait until I get my hands on him!" Bakura growled, thinking of his lost home.
'If there's a
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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