Leaping Off The Page (Blue)

[Leiko Kondo]

The beginning of any school year felt a bit stifling once the first week was over, but there was still that same little rush as it came closer to the end of the school day. Leiko happened to like school a decent amount, and even she felt like the day began to drag after a while, sitting at lunch and knowing that the school day was only half done. At least the second half of the day had some more interesting classes. 6th period was photography, which she’d always enjoyed, and this year she was excited because of the teacher that was leading the class through the lessons. He had taught her last year in creative writing and she had loved him, and so far he had been just as great as her photography teacher. He apparently spent his summers trekking all around the island and getting great nature shots with his camera. She was sure that he would like to be getting great photographers from all around the world but, of course, he had the ability of clairvoyance, and therefore was permitted from leaving the island, like the rest of them.

Then came creative writing, a class that Leiko still greatly enjoyed. As a hobby, Leiko had actually created a Roleplay website based around the world of the movie Sucker Punch, which was Leiko’s absolute favourite movie. She enjoyed writing as the character Baby Doll, as well as a few other original characters she had made as well, and in general she loved to both read and write creative fiction, though it wasn’t something she considered as more than a hobby. The teacher that was in charge of creative writing this year was a female, an older woman who actually didn’t have any strange powers but was here on Cashile Island voluntarily because she just loved teaching that much and teachers were needed here on the island. Every couple months the seating arrangement in the room would be changed, but the class didn’t have any assigned seating. This month the desks made a big U facing the blackboard and the teacher’s desks, with some desks in the middle facing forward. This wasn’t exactly ideal for Leiko, since she wasn’t a fan of sitting right next to people to the point where you were forced to bang elbows and make small talk while the lesson wasn’t going on.

Luckily, there seemed to be two students absent today, and Leiko grabbed a seat by the middle of the U, with an empty desk on either side of her. The teacher soon began the lesson, teaching them a thing or two about alliteration before announcing what assignment they would be working on that day. Their task was to ‘partner up’ (a phrase that made Leiko’s eyes widen and her stomach drop) and one of them would start writing a story with the first line, ‘I never believed that this day would ever come’ and write for two minutes, without stopping or talking to their partner, and then their partner would continue the story from where they left off without any discussion on what should happen next. She was at least glad that the room was going to be silent, and discussion so far wasn’t going to be necessary. Leiko knew from the first week of the teacher taking attendance by calling out the name of every student that there was an odd number of students in this class, and with two students absent that was going to be the same. She had never been very eager to partner up, and that was why she knew that if she didn’t take the initiative that she was going to be forced to do this assignment with the teacher herself, something that always left her feeling embarrassed even if she didn’t particularly care about the opinions of her classmates.

Sighing, as people began to screech my moving their metal desks so that it was easier to write together, she quickly scanned the heads of the usual suspects. Her eyes soon landed on the back of a red head that she recognized from her photography class she’d just had last period. Thinking about it, she was pretty sure she’d never physically spoken to the girl before, and deciding she was as good as anybody, she leaned forward to where the girl was sitting in front of her and tapped her on the shoulder. When she was sure that she had gotten the girl’s attention, she asked her, ”Think we can save each other from the option of having to get paired with the teacher for this assignment?”

[/color] It was a bit of an odd way to phrase her request, but at least she wasn’t being rude. While Leiko was anti-social at best, she was always respectful and used her knowledge of manners to their utmost potential.
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Word Count 810
Inspiration Watching ‘Friends’
Tags Bluebell
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[bluebell wild rosenthal]

It was always startling having the week come so slow, yet so fast. It was insane; you feel as if the weekend was not too far off, but you couldn't wait. Bluebell always loved to just walk around the island or just relax at home during the weekends, without any real interaction with other living beings, and this she liked very much. Not like she really would mind loud crowds; other than the odd looks when she spoke. And the way they usually tried to be the loudest possible, not even minding the fact that some may like, the peaceful silence.

When she was younger she earned the nickname Mouse, it was always one of those things that you wanted to act as if you weren't. Acting as if it was perfectly normal to be the most silent in the room; to not be the first striking up some type of conversation. And at times, she wished that she could move on, but it was a part of her and if she did, who would remember them? What if they were completely forgotten? These thoughts always were protruding their way into her mind; as if they weren't something that was self-depreciation. From her guilty conscience, that she had a part in making the crash possible, made her sure that she didn't deserve happiness.

Nature was nice, it was neither uplifting (which would provoke unhappiness from the activity) or completely depressing (which would create her own thinking that she should be unhappy from such things) so photography really worked for her. It was just pictures, it wasn't black nor white, and that was why she loved it. Blue noticed some other students, somewhat like her, not so outgoing, but not exactly little mice like her. They were, as it seemed, just anti-social, not rude, just not as friendly as some. Sometimes she thinks that it would be a lot easier to just forget her past and just think about the future, the fact that she was stabbed in the back (which she believes she somewhat deserved) once she actually became close to someone. In photography, she took beautiful pictures, and noticed a brown haired girl, she figured that she as well wasn't as social as the rest. Not shy, but anti-social, and she too appreciated the nature. She seemed to be gifted as well, one of those elementals that she remembered hearing about, due to the fact she seemed in-tune with the earth. Not heard, but eavesdropped to learn about, she hadn't know much about the other types of gifted people, she hadn't been taught about them yet.

Creative writing was after, that was always very nice, the woman seemed to be a normal, a human. One of the things that not only she used to think she was; but what her parents were. That was one of the reasons she liked the woman, besides the fact that she had willing decided to join the island. Cashille wasn't that bad, it really wasn't, they were with other people they could relate to. People that they could just understand and wouldn't name them freaks or spread rumors about them, and they could use their powers. That was one of the nice things that she learned to appreciate, the understanding patrons, and not having to worry about being called out about being a crazy. Today, two people were absent, leaving the room in an odd number. And from the teacher's thoughts, they would be working in partners with other students in class. As long as it didn't require her to speak, she'd be alright, she usually worked with students that had trouble. In math, she would work with some not-so-smart students so collaboration wasn't needed, and she would just mentally tell them what to say. Like, their answer to the math problem that they had quickly solved 'together' and how both of them were able to find the solution. Being a genius paid off in those regards and with her condition.

When the teacher talked about alliterations, simple enough. What would she create today? How difficult could that be, to make one, she could just write it down and sit back to her seat in the back. For once, no ice-breakers. This would most likely be simple enough, and not too hard. The teachers usually were proud that she was able to overcome her situation to be able to physically speak understandably to others to help the other 'pupils' in the classroom. It left her a bit guilty, but she had decided it was her way of staying true to her parents. And she was required to do this to remember them, simple as that.

Then, the bubble popped. Now, not only would she have to partner up, as if that wasn't enough, but she would have to non-stop speak as they wrote. Oh, that wouldn't be good for her, only riddles in a story? What type of book would that be? That would be unbelievably horrible academic suicide, and it would make her appear to be some type of 'rule breaker'. She sighed, it would be what it was, a very confusing story, that had multiple errors on it. The one thing that could even save the embrassment, would be using her gift. Then she could say one thing, think the other, and it wasn't disrespect to her parents, it was different. It was more like, not saying, but thinking, and that was a different catagory. At least that was what she wanted it to be.

The girl sitting behind her, was the same one from earlier. Maybe it would be simpler to talk to an anti-social partner? At least they could understand why she was who she was, or at least she could a bit. The girl proposed that they would work together, that would save her the work. She decided to use telepathy to start a conversation, much better than just saying some odd riddle that would confuse her. She sent the message mentally, "I think that would be great," And gave a nod to her, as if she didn't hear her answer.


Notes: I love it! Not sure about my post though. Word count: 1046

[Leiko Kondo]

As the teacher began her lesson on alliteration, a concept Leiko was already familiar with, she played around with a few examples of alliteration in her notebook, just for fun. She wrote, ‘She was simply a silly, sensational starlet who sold her soul for some sincere seconds of solitude’, and she also wrote, ‘Flowers are fantastic, with their fabulous fragrance, and feel soft and forlorn’. Clearly she was a bit bored during today’s class. The assignment was certainly an interesting one. Speed writing was something she recommended on her roleplay forum to those who lacked muse, to try and pull out an idea or two to get the ball rolling. But to combine it with having to follow another person’s work made it doubly interesting. With the way roleplay was structured, this was a familiar concept of writing to her, so this was definitely not going to be in the least bit difficult for her. Of course except for the idea that would come up later, where more than likely they would have to discuss what they had written once the teacher asked them to stop writing. Leiko was hoping that wouldn’t happen, but with them being into the second week of school she was already getting to learn the usual routine of the teacher’s lessons.

Leiko felt grateful that the girl in front of her didn’t seem to be too eager to get up and start searching for a partner either. She sincerely hoped that she wasn’t the type of suck up to actually have a desire to partner up with the teacher for assignments. Taking the risk, she tapped the girl on the shoulder and offered herself up as a partner. Leiko waited for the girl to say something in response, but instead was surprised to hear a quiet, mousy voice in her head instead. ”I think that would be great.”

[/color] It didn’t take rocket science to figure out that the voice belonged to the girl, and to figure out just what this girl’s power was. Most of the classes Leiko was instructed in involving powers specifically talked about elementals, but in early years she was taught about many other powers possessed by residents of the island. Obviously this girl was a telepath. Finally nodding in understanding, she picked up her notebook and pencil case, moving to one of the vacated desks in front of the girl’s and turned it so that the front of their desks were touching. It would be easier to write and pass the paper back and forth that way.

A male student was picked to distribute the paper, about two sheets for each group, and they were those longer pieces of lined paper without the holes in the side that were usually used for writing exams. Leiko put both pages together, one in front of the other, and pulled out a mechanical pencil to work with. She had to wait until the teacher gave them the go to write, and it was a bit hard to sit right in front of this girl with the bright hair colour and ignore her. Deciding to truly be polite, she extended her hand to the girl, something that perhaps was an outdated gesture, but it was still one she liked to use. ”Don’t think we’ve ever met before, I’m Leiko Kondo.”[/color] she waited for the girl to shake her hand and introduce herself. At least if she was going to say her name mentally she was more prepared for it now. For a moment Leiko wondered why the girl would go straight for telepathy first instead of speaking out loud to her. After another minute or so, when everybody was settled, the teacher told them to begin writing, and Leiko already had the paper in front of her, so she would go first. As she wrote she decided she wanted to test the girl a bit, not for any particular reason, but really just for curiosity’s sake, to see how she was going to respond to it.[/justify][/size]

I never believed that this day would ever come.
I have waited years for this moment. It seems as if all of my life has amounted to these twenty-four hours that I am now facing as my eyes open for the first time today, the light from the morning seeming gentle but still managing to pierce through the blinds of my bedroom window. My muscle silently ask me to stay in bed a few minutes longer, but I know that it would be best to get my day started sooner rather than later.
I still move slowly, pulling the blankets away from my body, the wood floor feeling cold under my bare feet. I move with little motivation towards the bathroom, taking in the sweet scent of an orchid sitting alone on the counter next to the sink. The flower’s fragrance has a way of giving me a bit more energy as I move to turn on the hot water for the shower. It doesn’t take long to wash away any remains of the previous day from my body, and once I am finished and am dried off I decide to sheath myself in a white terrycloth robe that was previously hanging on a hook on the back of the door.
Instead of moving through the usual business of starting my day, I walk from the bathroom to the backyard that I have managed to upkeep with a certain level of skill. The grass under my feet is green and lush, and there are flowers peeking up at the sun along with a large willow tree that provides incredible shade during the summer time, the long flowing branches moving gracefully in the wind. I find when I stand out here alone that the nature around me holds a certain kind of melody that flows high over my head but somehow manages to reach my ears. It’s something I rarely get to enjoy with how busy my life has been as of late, but I feel grateful that I get to enjoy it now.

It was then that the teacher told her that her two minutes were up. The point of the assignment was to create a situation that the partner would have to then continue, but Leiko felt slightly bored with that basic concept and had decided to take it a bit further. She kept the first sentence in mind, but kept the rest of her writing vague on purpose because she would leave her partner to now get into the specifics that still somehow fit what she had already written. Maybe it was a bit obvious that the references to nature came with Leiko’s own sense of community among the earth, but it helped to give her something else to write about for the other minute. Before she gave the paper to her partner, she wrote a note, off to the side, in the margins, because it was something she was curious about, but nobody was allowed to be speaking out loud right now. She handed the papers over so that she could read what she had written and wait until the teacher gave the go ahead for her to continue writing the story, but she would also see the small note.
So how long have you been living on Cashile Island?[/font][/size]
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Word Count 1,230
Inspiration Watching ‘Friends’
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[bluebell wild rosenthal]

Bluebell wondered if Leiko was good at such tasks, she didn't know much about the other girl, that was for sure. As well as Leiko didn't know about her, this was the first time that they ran into each other, or had spoken. She always was able to notice the how the other student was able to be so in touch with her surroundings, to be able to have the eye out the best pictures. Somehow, that wasn't as easy for Blue, not at all. Even if she loved photography, she just didn't think she was as good at it as Leiko. At least it was interesting, and not too bad for little Blue.


A nice looking boy gave each group two papers, and Leiko changed positions. The girl moved her desk to face hers, so that it would be easier for both of them to collaborate. That was something that was going to be almost impossible, almost. Blue took a moment to just thank the world for making her have the power, but then regretted it. She sent herself on yet another guilt trip, she had a guilty conscience. It was her gift that let the situation become that bad. Because of her big mouth and her power, that was why her parents were dead. She sighed to herself, what was the
point, of even trying to act happy, and it wasn't the girl, not at all, it was just one of those somber moments for her.


Blue was startled out of her thoughts enough for her to shake the girl's hand after she introduced herself. Her name was Leiko, that was a nice name, it wasn't just boring, it had a connection to some country. Which one? It didn't seem American, maybe it was Asian, then again it was jumping to a random conclusion. For all she knew, it could be some expression for the word Earth or about a fire sparking itself in young hearts, about love. She honestly didn't know, she was curious, or another possiblity was that it was one of those made up names. Those she always loved, but was unable to create, she just wasn't good at such things. All she was able to reply, mentally was, "I'm Bluebell, or Blue. Nice to meet you Leiko."


When the girl began writing, without a word, it occurred to her a fact. They were going to have to discuss the work that they submitted, that was going to be a bit difficult, she'd have to create some type of reason for the writing. Maybe it was the inspiration they both had, and the natural beauty of the earth? That would be believable to many, she hoped that the teacher wouldn't notice that she didn't write a sentence so far. What would the correct thing be to do? Well all that she knew, she wouldn't be saying a word to the class or the teacher, she wasn't that developed yet at using her powers. Not yet at least, she wasn't able to just send out a message like a beacon, or she hadn't tried it before. I might just have to do that.

Luckily the girl left enough time to respond on the paper how would she reply to such a beautiful writing? The only thing that would work for her was to use her brain. And she realized that writing was going to be different than usual; she felt as if it was a bit of a riddle. As if a few riddles fit into the text, naturally, it was intrigue; it was suspense. Noting some of the in-tune qualities, she had decided that it was about the Earth, and this could hint as to what she was. In all honesty, that was just an assumption, it had been a logical guess, but it wasn't exactly completely random. Maybe the truth would unfold itself like it always did.


Because I have lived through terrible times, like so many have before, and I act as if I am truly breathing. The melody starts to cease to be heard and I remember; remember what I have gained and all that I have lost. The past opens wounds like an earthquake does to the ground, and I began to feel the aftermath of the actions. I feel the bubble begin to pop and the ground shift under my legs. What is breathing without the air? I am the only woman that has never lived even years after. What am I? Not the devil, but I do not live like an angel. So I wonder, if I should have left as if there was no end, nor beginning. I began to hear the scamper of the creatures of the forest, and the smell of fresh flowers; I know that once again, I am still a shell. The cast of something that was more whole, something much more beautiful. I take a breath, and once again fool myself that my heart is whole, and beating as it should. How long can someone live in a lie and not get hurt? What am I without my silver tongue? Shall I know the truth? Do I want to know what I have done? I know none of the answers, and yet all of them. And I leave the garden with plants wilting all around me, as if I effect them as I do many.


The words came to her as she wrote, it was as if she felt that it was true. That it applied to herself, that it had a meaning that she just couldn't admit. Possibly the truth to her life did lie between the words, just as the riddles did. The inspiration was the melody, everyone hears something of the sort; no matter if it was truth or something of the sort. It was stupid to think that everyone didn't hear the obvious harmony of sounds that made them get a wake up call. Blue was still waiting for the phone to ring for such a discussion.


Blue noticed the side note in the margins after Leiko let the teacher still a look at the papers, and Blue felt a bit of pride. She was happy with her response, it helped the reader understand what was happening, to subtle put the truth in the words. Heart break, was that what the words were meant to let you feel the narrator overcoming with? Or were there different things that were true about the theme? That was something to think of much later, not now. So she decided that it was her turn to respond to the question on the paper. It was only polite that she did. She wrote to her, "For three years now. You?"[/color] It was a question, how long had she been here? Was Blue so blind that she didn't notice what people thrived on the island?


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