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"And where do you think you're going?" Akumo blocked Tsubasa's path to class.
"I don't have time for this...." Tsubasa tried to walk around Akumo but he pushed her back.
"Go back to wherever you came from. Under a rock, maybe? This school dosen't like people like you." Akumo announced, pointing a finger at Tsubasa, "People like you are what started the war. people like you should be gotten rid of."
"Hey, I am what I am, and I can't help being anything else than that. Why can't you accept that? Why can't anyone accept that!?" Tsubasa wailed, then realising she was getting angry, she tried to calm herself. She did not want to get angry, that would be horrible!!
"Akumo, just let me get to class, please?" Tsubasa pleaded.
"No. Go back to the darkness you came from, witch!" Akumo yelled as his fist soared through the air. Tsubasa caught it with her hand and squeezed it, hard. There was a sickening crunch and Akumo squeeled.
Tsubasa let go of Akumo's fist.
Akumo stared at his hand, as though it was the first time he'd seen it in his entire life.
"My hand, you broke my hand...." He muttered to himself. Tsubasa walked around him and went on ahead to class.
((Not alot is clear yet, but it shall become so soon. please, don't feel afraid to comment.))

((HEY!! You ain't the boss of me!! LOL!! ok, things will become cleare as the plot progresses.))
Stupid boy. He got what he deserved. Tsubasa thought to herself as she took her seat for class. luckily, the teacher herself had been late so Tsubasa hadn't got a detention for her lack of 'time keeping.'
Tsubasa took her seat at the very back of the class room, away from everyone else. The ones that couldn't except her for what she was.
Tsubasa got her pencil case and books out of her bag.
History. Been there, done that. Tsubasa thought to herself with a smile.
Her happiness was broken when Akumo came into class, clutching the wrist connected to his broken hand. His hand had gotten worse and was now bleeding slightly.
"AKUMO!! What the hell happened to you!?" A concerned akumo-groupie gasped, when she saw the state of akumo's hand.
"The witch, she did this to me!!" He answered, pointing at tsubasa, then realising his hand was broken, he gave a slight wimper of pain.
"GET THAT THING OF EVIL!!" One class mate yelled.
"eep." Tsubasa gulped. She tried to escape via a near by window, but sevral students blocked her way. She tried to escape vie the door, but her path soon became blocked. The students began to close in around her, taunting and throwing things at her. Tsubasa tried to rebound some of the assailants with her wind magic, but Although she had powers, she was still a rookie so all the wind did, was slightly slow down the flying objects. Soon, The students ran out of things to throw at Tsubasa and resorted to using furniture. Tsubasa tried to duck as a flying chair came her way, and even then, it still scraped the top of her head. It soon became all too much for Tsubasa and she got....angry. This, resulted in utter chaos. Tsubasa regretted it later.
((More soon, I gotta go.))

((Glad to here it.))
Tsubasa lost control, she let her anger cloud her sight. She lost control and her consciousness was pushed to the back of her mind as the chaos begun. As the chaos raged, Tsubasa felt she was floating, light as a feather. It was a safe sanctuary from the chaotic reality She was creating.
But the light that surrounded her soon cleared she returned to the real world.
No, I don't want to return....Please let me stay here and never reawaken. Tsubasa pleaded with herself. She regained control and was over come with grief and guilt as she saw her surroundings. She was no longer in her clean and familiar classroom, She was in a smoking hole, with desks littered about the place and the foul stench of death oh so strong. Tsubasa clasped her hands to her mouth. This was the most destructive time she'd ever lost control. Tsubasa looked around at the ruins of her school, despretly looking for any sgns of life.
"AKUMO!!" She yelled as she ran over to the badly burnt boy. She tried turning him over and rested his head on her arm.
"Akumo, please, say something, anything, it can be an insult....just speak." Tsubasa wept.
"You hurt me," Akumo grunted, struggling to get the words out, "and I would never have done anything like that to you. It's true, you really are evil, you and the rest of you machine made witches!" Akumo spat. He began to choke on his own breath.
"No, Akumo, don't leave, please, No! Stay strong, you can do it! Stay alive, PLEASE!!" Tsubasa wept as she felt the life pass from the young teenager. Akumo's head fell side ways, his long black, singed, fringe covering his eyes. Tsubasa had to leave, before the villagers caught wind of her out burst. She had to leave, she had to go and never return. There was nothing left for her here anymore. By instinct, she left then and didn't look back. She tried to wipe away her tears. She didn't want to leave, but no one would ever be able to accept what she'd done, now. This was it, she was alone and that would how it would stay....or would it?
((Not so good as previous entrys. Bah, creative slump.))

((yeah, bad people get what's coming to them. anyway, I'm kinda in a creative slump, so I can't write the next part for a while, meaning that it'll give time for more members to read and comment.))

Like it lots! Keep going, please! I'm curious to see how things turn out...

*brings in a big bowl of caramel popcorn to share with every one*

I hate it when that happens, I was in the biggest artist/writer's block not that long ago, I'm sooooo glad I got out of it. Something that might help is, watching a bunch of movies, reading a bunch of books/stories look at cool pictures, and multiple other things.

(Yeah, I have a pretty good idea about how three of my stories are going to end (four, if you count the one I thought of making last friday...) I just need to start writing them the rest of the way. The problem is, they're soo long! I did a layout for my Remar story, and that's about 4 pages long(in Word), and what I have re-written is not even the first sentence of the four pages. sweatdrop Long winded I guess...)