Sorry.

I will put up the next little piece of "The Mark" when I finish editing it I swear! XP So, yes, I will do that right now. It might be up tomorrow or the next day. With school you can never know. But no later than Friday! :)

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The Mark

As I promised. Sorry I didn't do it yesterday! X)

She was here, even when I was a baby. My first word was “Stephanie”. I had always known someone was there. Watching me. Helping me along the way. My first encounter with her, that I remember, was when I was seven. She came to me in my head, talking to me. Telling me that she was here to help me. Help me. Protect me.
My parents were away, heading to work. And the babysitter was supposed to be there. Oh, why hadn’t the babysitter been there? She told me her name was Stephanie, and that she had been looking out for me my whole life. I was a bit frightened, but the voice was and still is memorizing. So I did what she said. I had to do it, or else. That’s what she always told me, and I never disobeyed her, ever.
I set my house on fire, when I was seven. Because Stephanie told me that she would protect me. Protect me from the fire and more importantly death. Which she did, for the most part. Because she protected me, I didn’t burn completely. I stayed in my room, and did what I was told. To swallow the fire. To make fire. And to become it myself. That’s how I got the mark.
When I was eight, I threw my cat on the roof, and it stayed up there. They found the body a few weeks later. I choked my dog to death, when I was eleven, while still managing to gouge out the other one’s eyes. Thirteen, I broke my arm, I smashed it with a hammer. My new cat came in at the wrong time. Saw everything. Stephanie told me to throw the hammer at it, because if I didn’t, the cat would tell everyone. That was the end of pets.
I feel like Stephanie told me to do those things for a reason. I feel…inhuman. Sounds crazy, believe me. I’m surprised my parents haven’t locked me up in a padded room. But they are just too busy, when it comes to me.

My name is Valerie Ali Belial, and Stephanie is who I worship. Hello. She’s like a god, but yet a sister. She has always been there for me. And with me, for my whole life. 15 years. She is not human. She talks to me. Through my head. Rare occasions does she talk to me out loud. I have medium length, dark brown wavy hair, piercing blue green eyes, and I’m 5’6”. She’s very beautiful. I can’t really describe Stephanie. One of those reasons is that I haven’t seen her full form. She won’t let me hasn’t showed me her yet.
I think of her as my mother, even though she sounds like a goddess. But I’ve never really asked her much about herself. I just have a gut feeling to trust her. Which I completely do, or I wouldn’t have done previous wicked tasks for her. Some of them are for me to do with body, and some well they are harmful helpful to others but mainly me.
Stephanie wouldn’t/hasn’t hurt me. Ever. Never would think about it. Ever. When she tells me to “dream”, I know that I must search for whoever she tells me to, in my mind. It’s a thing she gave me. The mark. It’s a burn. On both of my arms. They are only visible to me and her. It’s a gift. Sure is. That’s what I like to call it. Ahem? We, I mean. Some may say I’m cursed, or crazy. Well when I do my little “search”, I get episodes. The episode is usually about the person, or is related to them somehow. Sometimes they get pretty bad.
Sometimes like now….

Okay, so tomorrow night I will post the other part, which happens to be my favorite part, so far! >)
C ya!

Sample Time!

Here's a sample of my writing:

Security Office:
“You three have to call parents. Alex Weekly, correct?” The security guard asks Alex, she nods. “You can go first, explain to them why you running around cutting other people, and threatening them. They can sue you, you know that?!” The security started to turn red, trying not to yell at her. While the security guard handed Alex the phone, Alex is worrying about calling her parents. She dials, her hands shaking.
“Hello? This is Alex.” she asks, shaking, hoping this works.
“Hey Al….” The other person on the phone answers.
“Mom? Hey this is Alex, I’m in the security guards office.” Alex looks up to the guard who is standing over her, pointing to the phone. Hopefully her friend can pull it off. “Um, he wants to talk to you. Okay?” She hands the phone to the guard.
“Hello, ma’am, my name is Joseph. I’m calling to tell you that…yes I know…why? Well because she well…yes Mrs. I’m sorry for wasting your time. Yes, she will…okay, thank you.” Joseph put down the phone flabbergasted, and sweat was forming on the side of his face. “Okay your mother said to let you go, so after they call their parents, we can all leave.” He started to head towards to the door. “I’ll be right back.” He nods then leaves.
“Well this is bull. My name is Kevin Brook. I’m 14.” He smiles. “What’s your name?” He says to the youngest looking girl.
She clears her throat. “My name is Lucy, Lucy Rivers. I’m 13.” She smiles back, but then her whole face turns blood red, and criss crosses her legs.
“Why are you guys here? I mean what did you guys do to get here?”Alex asks.
“Well I tried to set the curtain on fire, while they were trying to set up, but I got caught because some kid, named Noah, ratted me out.” He chuckles, but Lucy gasps, and her face drains of all color. “What? What is it? Is he like your brother or something?” She nods. “ Oh well he was a cool kid, no hard feelings, though.” Kevin says. When Lucy looks up she’s greeted by a warm smile, but this time she doesn’t return the favor.

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Umm, I wrote that one in the beginning of summer. In June, I believe.
How are you? I'm good, just sneezy. If you want to get a better description than the one I'm about to give you, go to my other blog.

Name: Elle
Occupation: Student. Writer. (Am I really a writer?)
I like music, blogging, writing, shopping, not sneezing, making bloggy friends, texting, and that's about it. My life revolves around those things, oh, and school (sadly) XP I like making smiley faces, too. So expect those a lot. They are just so very fun! Eh?
Age: Ahhhhh. Gotcha there. I like to keep it a secret, on the DL, I'm mysterious that way.
Favorite #: 18 and 13.
Favorite Color: Don't have one.
Favorite Song: Don't have one.
Favorite Band: Guess...Don't have one. There are just too many in the world, and I don't think it's very nice to exclude the rest. That includes Color, Song, Store, etc.
Umm, that's about it...Oh, I live in Chicago. Have two younger brothers. I'm a very hyper person. :) And I babble a lot, like now, for instance. Eek.
Oh, I'm a sporty person, and in practice today I pulled my arm muscle. Too much spiking. So for today, and tomorrows practice I can't spike the ball. :(((((((

Well that's about it!
Check in with you guys tomorrow. Also! I will post "The Mark" tomorrow. If you want a sneak peak of it, here ya go! Bcuz i'm nice like that! >_<

Have a good...ahhh! This is tricky, because there are different time periods (duhh elle). Umm good ________ to you!
(Get it? Fill in the blank?) Hahahaa.