Hello to all

Hello to all
Well I am finally gonna start the story sorry to keep you all waiting but I think it is gonna rock and also I am gonna start writing POEMS!!! Yay well hope you like it when it finally comes out

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This I believe

So in Humanities, we have to write "This I Believe" essays. Basically it's a saying that you keep close to your heart, and why. So here's mine.

My... Shining Armor

When you break a bone, the break grows back stronger. When you get sick, your body becomes immune to the sickness. When you work out, you're literally tearing your muscle fibers. What happens? It grows back stronger. It just goes to show, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

That's how I've become who I am. I've been called a number of things. Lesbian, bi, gringo, nerd, snitch, hippie, too skinny, too fat, retarded, too smart, teachers pet, flat chested, many various names referring to my excessively dark arm hair, weirdo, and my personal favorite, prissy rich white b****.

I remember these things just tearing me to pieces. My world would end right there and then. I'd break down right there in the classroom. Peers would yell to the teacher: "Rosie's crying! Rosie's crying!" That never really helped by the way.
Their words didn't mean anything to me. It was how others reacted to it that bothered me. They all acted like it was the worst insult they could ever think of. Many “oosh!”'s and “Ooh, burn”'s would filter through the air. And me being me, I was extremely undereducated in MTV and cracking. The come back I came back with was always laughed at, and repeated to me for weeks.

Teachers and counselors told me that if I ignored them, that they'd leave me alone. Apparently all that they wanted to do was to make me cry. So I did that for a very long time. It only added fuel to the fire. I quickly realized that it wasn't helping. However, there was no other option. No other strategy was presented to me but fighting, which I refused to do.

Why? Because many of the people that I looked up to and respected would be disappointed in me. I hated it when people were disappointed in me. Besides, I'd probably lose the fight, and end up more hurt than the person I was fighting. So, this went on from 2nd grade to 7th.

This year I've been thinking of ways to build more armor, because I've run out of metal, and I am in desperate need of repairs. Thinking about my goals for the year, I look down at my armor. It's burned, dented, and dirty. It's falling apart. And, I've come to realize, it no longer protects me. My years in battle have done me some good.
They throw their words, and I easily laugh them off, or turn them around on the opponent. It has taken me a while, but I can keep my poker face, even if hurt. I shed my armor. My skin is tough, my soul has become immune to the words that they throw at me. I am not dead, but stronger.

Rosie Speck

Intro to Meruhen

Tiarresse : a very powerful faerie told of in a great many song and stories, Tiarresse is belived to be a myth

Emil Zebari: an orphan faerie with the powers of sorcery, powers she hides for fear of how people will react

Xano: an orphan faerie, like Emil he has strange powers only he has the power over the Earth

Zoren: the keeper at the orphanage a mean guard who takes what little the orphans have