I found my bond early.
Not exceptionally early. In eighth grade. I was thirteen; he was barely fourteen. And a matching mark appeared on our skin, meaning that he was my bond. He is my bond.
Our mark is made up of three dark black stars, charcoal black, pure black. The first one, the biggest star, is on both of our left breastbones, the segundo largest just under it and slightly to the left, and the smallest just a little lower down, directly under the first.
This year, tenth grade, I showed my mark to my teacher, Ms. Satari. She said since it depicts something that exists only out of this world, it probably symbolizes curiosity, the need to explore, the need to know things. I think that's accurate to describe us; I, and my bond.
His name is Mico, and I amor him.
* * *
In history, we learnt about how our world used to be. It sounds like a terrible place. People persecuted others just for the color of their skin, their gender or religion, or for being homosexual.
The faeries, the fae, they saw this and knew it was wrong. They blurred the lines of sexuality. Everyone still has a sexuality, of course, but even if you're heterosexual, you can still fall in amor with many people of the same gender.
They opened our minds, made us see that to be different is not always to be wrong. They made sure each gender was recognized for its abilities and strengths.
And they gave us our bond. So that when we met our bond, a mark would appear on our skin, a mark depicting the similarity between the two. To make sure, in this world the faeries had created to be a utopia, that if anything did go wrong, we would have someone there for us.
This was millennia ago. A blink of an eye to the faeries, and forever to us.
* * *
I stared at my desk. Someone had written on it in blue pen.
'Hi, my name's Saundai,' it read. The i's had hearts instead of dots. I picked up my pen, wrote a response: 'Hello. My name is Kein.'
The sino rang, signaling that class was beginning. Ms. Satari walked to the front of the room. "Hello, class," she said.
A collected mumble of greetings hummed in my ears. I propped my chin in my hands and yawned. It was still morning, and I take a while to wake up.
"Does anyone remember where we left off?" Ms. Satari asked.
"How the faeries changed us," someone called out.
"Yeah, a really long time ago," a female voice amended.
"Alright, thank you." Ms. Satari turned and began composição literária on the board. "Does anyone here know about the ten planes?"
A murmur of: "I've heard about them." and "I don't really remember."
"Alright. Well, there are ten different realities on this planet. We don't know about the other planets; only this one. Anyway, the different planes all share the same space, yet have no consciousness of each other. For example, in another plane, this school could be a zoo. This classroom could be a pinguim exhibit, but do we see any penguins? No, because they exist in a different plane. Does that mean there are no penguins? No, they're just in a different reality.
"We have no way of traveling to a different plane, at least none that we know of. The faeries are the only ones who can cruz between planes. In fact, we would not know anything about the other planes could we not communicate with the faeries.
"The faeries have told us that only five of the ten planes were actually altered, with the people's minds opened. Only five of the ten planes have blurred sexuality lines. Only five have bonds. We were lucky enough to be one of the five planes that was altered."
My eyelids grew heavy. I lay my head down on the escrivaninha, mesa and drifted off.
* * *
"Kein. Kein?" Somebody shook me gently. "Kein, wake up."
I opened my eyes, blinked twice. Mico's face came into focus: his adorable freckles, cerceta, verde-azulado eyes, tousled blond hair. I smiled sleepily and sat up. "Hi, Mic."
"Hey, Sleepyhead. I came down here to walk you to class. Good thing too, otherwise you might have slept for the rest of the school day!"
I stretched and stood up, grabbing my pencil case from my desk. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Just a bit." Mico grinned and picked up my backpack. "I can carry this for you."
"Thanks, Mic." I followed him into the crowded halls. As we maneuvered our way through the throng, I noticed something.
The topo, início two buttons of his camisa were unfastened, exposing the topo, início and largest star, the one on his breastbone. He walked with a slight bounce in his step, proud, happy.
Proud to be my bond.
Not exceptionally early. In eighth grade. I was thirteen; he was barely fourteen. And a matching mark appeared on our skin, meaning that he was my bond. He is my bond.
Our mark is made up of three dark black stars, charcoal black, pure black. The first one, the biggest star, is on both of our left breastbones, the segundo largest just under it and slightly to the left, and the smallest just a little lower down, directly under the first.
This year, tenth grade, I showed my mark to my teacher, Ms. Satari. She said since it depicts something that exists only out of this world, it probably symbolizes curiosity, the need to explore, the need to know things. I think that's accurate to describe us; I, and my bond.
His name is Mico, and I amor him.
* * *
In history, we learnt about how our world used to be. It sounds like a terrible place. People persecuted others just for the color of their skin, their gender or religion, or for being homosexual.
The faeries, the fae, they saw this and knew it was wrong. They blurred the lines of sexuality. Everyone still has a sexuality, of course, but even if you're heterosexual, you can still fall in amor with many people of the same gender.
They opened our minds, made us see that to be different is not always to be wrong. They made sure each gender was recognized for its abilities and strengths.
And they gave us our bond. So that when we met our bond, a mark would appear on our skin, a mark depicting the similarity between the two. To make sure, in this world the faeries had created to be a utopia, that if anything did go wrong, we would have someone there for us.
This was millennia ago. A blink of an eye to the faeries, and forever to us.
* * *
I stared at my desk. Someone had written on it in blue pen.
'Hi, my name's Saundai,' it read. The i's had hearts instead of dots. I picked up my pen, wrote a response: 'Hello. My name is Kein.'
The sino rang, signaling that class was beginning. Ms. Satari walked to the front of the room. "Hello, class," she said.
A collected mumble of greetings hummed in my ears. I propped my chin in my hands and yawned. It was still morning, and I take a while to wake up.
"Does anyone remember where we left off?" Ms. Satari asked.
"How the faeries changed us," someone called out.
"Yeah, a really long time ago," a female voice amended.
"Alright, thank you." Ms. Satari turned and began composição literária on the board. "Does anyone here know about the ten planes?"
A murmur of: "I've heard about them." and "I don't really remember."
"Alright. Well, there are ten different realities on this planet. We don't know about the other planets; only this one. Anyway, the different planes all share the same space, yet have no consciousness of each other. For example, in another plane, this school could be a zoo. This classroom could be a pinguim exhibit, but do we see any penguins? No, because they exist in a different plane. Does that mean there are no penguins? No, they're just in a different reality.
"We have no way of traveling to a different plane, at least none that we know of. The faeries are the only ones who can cruz between planes. In fact, we would not know anything about the other planes could we not communicate with the faeries.
"The faeries have told us that only five of the ten planes were actually altered, with the people's minds opened. Only five of the ten planes have blurred sexuality lines. Only five have bonds. We were lucky enough to be one of the five planes that was altered."
My eyelids grew heavy. I lay my head down on the escrivaninha, mesa and drifted off.
* * *
"Kein. Kein?" Somebody shook me gently. "Kein, wake up."
I opened my eyes, blinked twice. Mico's face came into focus: his adorable freckles, cerceta, verde-azulado eyes, tousled blond hair. I smiled sleepily and sat up. "Hi, Mic."
"Hey, Sleepyhead. I came down here to walk you to class. Good thing too, otherwise you might have slept for the rest of the school day!"
I stretched and stood up, grabbing my pencil case from my desk. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Just a bit." Mico grinned and picked up my backpack. "I can carry this for you."
"Thanks, Mic." I followed him into the crowded halls. As we maneuvered our way through the throng, I noticed something.
The topo, início two buttons of his camisa were unfastened, exposing the topo, início and largest star, the one on his breastbone. He walked with a slight bounce in his step, proud, happy.
Proud to be my bond.
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Say we’re up in space, and we remove all the stars or anything that is luminous. Light would be nonexistent. seguinte we’ll remove all the planets, minerals, materials, chemicals, particles, atoms, and anything in between. We remove thing, we remove matter, we remove time, we remove life. We remove substance. We remove dark matter. We remove reality. What’s left? o espaço and Darkness. There is no color. There is no thing. There is nothingness. There is darkness and space. If there exists no thing but something is present then is there really nothing there? o espaço is infinite so nothingness is infinity. There is only infinite nothingness. Life was a miracle. Now please define nothing to me.
Bonus Questions: What would be the temperature in infinite nothingness in the absence of (thing, matter, reality)?
Is reality really life?
Most Irritating Moments
- Morning Alarm
Most Difficult Task
- To find Socks
Most Dreadful Journey
- Way to Class
Most Lovely Time
- Meeting Friends
Most Tragic Moments
- Surprise Test in 1st Period
Most Wonderful News
- TEACHER IS ABSENT
Maybe this happens with everyone.Nobody likes school life but it get interesting with our friends playing tricks with others,not doing homework,tests ect.We learn lots of things from school and we doesn't know how time get pass spending time with our friends.
It's fun.
- Morning Alarm
Most Difficult Task
- To find Socks
Most Dreadful Journey
- Way to Class
Most Lovely Time
- Meeting Friends
Most Tragic Moments
- Surprise Test in 1st Period
Most Wonderful News
- TEACHER IS ABSENT
Maybe this happens with everyone.Nobody likes school life but it get interesting with our friends playing tricks with others,not doing homework,tests ect.We learn lots of things from school and we doesn't know how time get pass spending time with our friends.
It's fun.
Water
My only escape
Where for once my arms that are too pale and scrawny bend perfectly
Where I feel perfect
This is where my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where my legs that are too chubby or fat kick so strong
I feel perfect
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where pain only makes me only go faster
Better
Prettier
Perfectly
Water
Where my face that's not pretty in never seen
Hidden in waves that make me feel free
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
When I used to stab myself with needles
And let the blood bleed out
Suddenly is the last thing on my mind
And when I do spill blood
It's only on the days my mom says I can't go
To the water
Where my spirit will stay
When my body grows old and dies away
My only escape
Where for once my arms that are too pale and scrawny bend perfectly
Where I feel perfect
This is where my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where my legs that are too chubby or fat kick so strong
I feel perfect
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
Where pain only makes me only go faster
Better
Prettier
Perfectly
Water
Where my face that's not pretty in never seen
Hidden in waves that make me feel free
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away
Water
When I used to stab myself with needles
And let the blood bleed out
Suddenly is the last thing on my mind
And when I do spill blood
It's only on the days my mom says I can't go
To the water
Where my spirit will stay
When my body grows old and dies away
I sit and wonder…
Whatever happened to the days?
Watching BSG and lost with Charles,
Playing estrela Wars with him,
And Shortys?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of Josh helping me through the grief of my father’s death.
Whatever happened to the days?
Of chicken and egg salada sandwiches at the SUB and take-out Chinese for dinner?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of GIRLS NIGHT OUT!
Whatever happened to the days?
Of spring at KU?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of KU’s waterfall and walks at midnight…
Whatever happened to the days?
Of all my friends at KU, and what great friends they were.
Whatever happened to the days?
Whatever happened to the days?
Watching BSG and lost with Charles,
Playing estrela Wars with him,
And Shortys?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of Josh helping me through the grief of my father’s death.
Whatever happened to the days?
Of chicken and egg salada sandwiches at the SUB and take-out Chinese for dinner?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of GIRLS NIGHT OUT!
Whatever happened to the days?
Of spring at KU?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of KU’s waterfall and walks at midnight…
Whatever happened to the days?
Of all my friends at KU, and what great friends they were.
Whatever happened to the days?