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 Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 7:24 pm
Powweh insisted that he would take care of the little mess he had fashioned, so it was decided that he would take Sanyu home, clean her up further, and let her reside with him. The silver locked woman of the mansion who went by Catzi was swarmed by little girls like Sanyu, and seeing as Pow was far from swarmed- more along the lines of isolated in his condo with many a spare rooms- he would be able to take her off her hands without any trouble.
However, this did not mean that Sanyu wasn't going to concoct some for him.
"Are you finished with your ice cream, then?" Powweh asked. Another five minutes had drawn by, and the moon had already taken the sun's place in the sky.
"Obviously. I don't even like ice cream." A lie- she didn't mind it if the right flavours were available. Plus waffle cones suited her fancy much more than bowls and spoons. She crossed her arms across her chest, and stared bitterly at Powweh, who quirked a brow.
"Ya know, you don't need to be so blunt, it's not very polite." was his response with a light earnest smile.
"It's not very polite to pee on someone you don't know, either." She quickly glanced at the bottom of her dress, which was still damp. Before they set out, she rinsed it in one of the sinks and dried it off with a towel, but it still had to be washed.
Pow snorted within his mind, and pushed away at the smirk tugging eagerly at his lips. Perhaps it was alright then to urinate on someone you do know? He softly shook his head and sighed. "I told you I was sorry. I'm real, real sorry, and you're right, that wasn't very polite of me now was it?"
"No-not polite at all." Her gaze didn't waver and she nodded affirmably.
"Well then, I think we should both take some time to practice our manners, don't you?" He stirred at the ice cream and grinned- amused. She was pretty sure of herself, this orchid haired girl.
Sanyu took a few seconds to consider her answer. He wasn't too bad, and he seemed sorry like he said, so maybe this once she could forgive him. He did buy her ice cream, out of guilt or not, it was pretty nice. Perhaps if she did 'practice her manners' and ask nicely enough, he'd find her another dress or some clothes to replace this slightly stinky one. "Mm, I guess so- um.." what was his name again?
"My names Powweh, you can call me Pow- or whatever you like for that matter. As long as we keep our manners in mind." he winked and extended his hand to her.
Sanyu blushed and shook it twice before letting go. "My names Sanyu.. Mai. But I hate that name, lots'a other girls have it, so you can call me Sanyu.." she remembered- swiftly adding a hushed "please."
"Alright then Sanyu," he nodded. "How about we try out our manners here- then get home?" his gaze snaked over to their young waiter who made his way to their table.
"All done here gang?" he asked breezily, looking from one to the other, his eyes lingering curiously on Sanyu for a moment before shooting back to Powwehs'.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do believe we are, thank you for asking." Sanyu grinned at his reply as he handed him the ice cream bowl and leaned back against the turquoise upholstered bench. "How much do I owe you then, this fine evening-" he read his name tag- "Dear Stan. Short for Stanley is it?"
Stan coughed and nodded, furrowing his brow uncomfortably. "Four-fifty.." he muttered.
"Oh dear." Powweh ruffled through his wallet, and pulled out a purple bill. "All I have on me is a ten." he pursed his lips and looked to Sanyu, who's face was turning red with laughter bottled inside. "Ah, take it, you were a most splendid host." he nodded and slid the bill into his front pocket of the uniform apron. "Now, we must be off Stanley dear. Have anything to say to the lovely young gentleman, Sanny?" He stood up and looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would play along. A goofy grin was scribbled across his face, which made him appear even more like a flake.
Sanyu followed suit and stood, bowing before their waiter. "Thank you very, very much Stanley. The ice cream really hit the spot." She snickered as they skipped out of the shop, leaving Stan with nothing but a nice tip, and a puzzled expression.
Side by side the two strolled home- Pow leading the way. "Now, there we may have gone a bit overboard, but not too shabby for a well needed practice- hm?" he grinned.
Sanyu nodded and yawned, gently grasping his much larger hand with her own. He blinked down at her, and shyly smiled until they arrived at the front gate of their condo, hand in hand. She's pretty cute, he thought to himself. Sanyu oohed- it was so pretty. The walls weren't made of brick like their neighbours- they were smooth- and baby blue with navy shuttered windows. (The moon shone happily onto the house, leaving its' colours vaguely distinguishable). Thorny red rose bushes bordered the house- like a moat- Sanyu imagined the interlocking stone pathway that led to the door as a medieval drawbridge. She fingered the cold metal doorbell as Powweh unlocked, then shooed them inside.
"Let me give you a little tour!" Powweh chanted eagerly while hanging up his sweater on the rack and flicking on the lights in the first room. "The kitchen- if you didn't guess already." he waved at the stainless steel appliances and then to the cupboards. "There's food in just about everyone of these, you'll probably like them stuff more than what's in the fridge. You know, cookies, gummy junk, chips." he named then off his fingers, "anything and everything that will stunt a few years off your life and help you become a gluttonous sumo- so that being your aspiration."
Sanyu blinked, confused. She'd never heard those words before. "Right, sorry. I'll tell you what those words mean later. Now, in heeere.." he disappeared through the next door frame, as Sanyu scuttled closely behind. "Here is the living room."
"Wowww" she breathed. Beautiful, gleaming hardwood floor allowed two triple cushioned crimson sofas, a fairly large television plopped accordingly to them, along with other mentionables and a computer setup in the corner of the room to rest upon it. The pretty canary yellow walls contrasted perfectly with the seats.
"Thanks. T.v., computer access, you can spend as much time as you want in here. Just be careful not to make a mess out of anything, cleaning up this place is a bitc-.. a bit of a challenge. Yes." He coughed at the back of his throat and sped up and to the next door. He should try to watch himself now that he was to be all 'respectable' and 'role model-y'.
Through the hall, they stopped at the bathroom door, stepping inside. "Toilet, shower and bath, whichever one you prefer. I hope you'll use them." he eyed her for a moment. "I'm not one for washing sheets every morning."
Sanyu snorted, her brow creased slightly. "I hope you try ta', too then." A teeny grin pulled up and over her frown as he chuckled and shook his head.
"I'll make sure I do. Through this door is my room, so if you ever need me for whatever reason, don't be afraid to come in." The pair passed a shut door that San was told is storage space, and they stopped in front of their last one. "Your room. Now, it's not much yet, just plain necessities for guests. Mind you, I try to discourage guests from staying over night.. it might not be to your liking.. anyway. After you."
Sanyu blinked, a broad grind stretched across her face as her blue eyes lit up like little tongues of cool fire. She rubbed her hands together excitedly, he said it might not be to her liking, but so what. It was a room all to herself- her very own room. And he didn't know what was to her liking, now did he?
D-drrrring. D-drrrring.
Pow scratched his head the way he did when something annoyed him. "I'll go answer that, you go ahead and take a look for yourself. I'll come back with some sheets." he darted off towards the kitchen. She frowned, a bit sad that he didn't want to tour this room for her as he did happily with the other ones. She shook the silly thought from her mind, and as Sanyu heard a jingly 'hello', she turned the knob and stuck her head through the crack she made.
(( To Be Continued... OoOoOh~ ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 8:06 pm
"Hello?" Powweh repeated into the receiver.
"Oh my," a chain of shuffling could be heard from the other end. "Hello dear. I was just looking for my bobbin set, and you surprised me- you normally wait for the machine to go off before you pick up, no?" the raspy, aged voiced spoke.
"Yes, yes, hello Nan. You're right, I normally do, but at the moment-o I'm busy, so-"
"Busy dear? With what?"
"With- well," his mind quickly mauled over whether telling the old bat was a good idea, "- well with the laundry, yes." What an excuse..
"You hate doing laundry." She pointed out.
"Right, and its piled up. It's like a garment monster spewed all over the house." He wouldn't be able to hide Sanyu from this woman. Not for long, anyway. Would he have to stuff her in a closet the next time she came around?
"Of course.." she replied dryly. "Well, my good seam ripper was in the box along with the bobbins. The girls and I are frantically trying to piece together our next quilt, and without my materials I'm like a machine without her needle. I'll come by to see if I left them at your pl-"
"What? I mean no, it's not here. I'm looking everywhere-" he opened, then slammed a cupboard shut- "they're nowhere in sight."
"Maybe that's because that garment-monster-do hickey made a mess at your place."
Pow sighed, defeated, and began to wind the phone chord around his finger, wondering if the girl was still alive.
Sanyu blindly ran her hand along the wall until she found and turned on the light switch in her new room. Her interest-thirsty eyes hungrily took in the room as quickly as they could. Squealing excitedly, she bounced to the first thing that caught her attention- her own twin sized bed, right next to the window which peeked out onto the street. The windows' long scarlet drapes billowed as a cool breeze whooshed in against her face. Her rosy cheeks perked as she smiled serenely, flopping onto her belly.
She rolled onto her side, and blinked at the large oak armoire that sat on the opposite end of the decent sized room. If she ever played hide and seek, she could fit two of her in it! Cautiously she crept up to said armoire, keeping her distance from it as her hands slowly eased the doors open. She could just imagine a mummy popping out and gobbling her up, which caused the hairs on her neck to stand up as the only thing in it- an empty hanger clanged against the pole it hung from.
A gentle rapping at her door made Sanyu jump and snap it shut. Powweh stuck his smiling head inside, and nudged the door open with his foot.
"Whadd'ya think?" he quizzed as he scooted in with a puffy black comforter and a couple of matching pillow cases.
"It's nice." she returned a soft smile- her ears turning a light pink as she realized how swiftly she responded.
"Well I'm glad someone thinks so," he chuckled. "If you ask me, a nice rug and a mirror would spruce it up a bit." he began to set her bed. "We can both get on that sooner or later. Anywho, I know it's alot at once, but I'm sorry to say another surprise- a bit more grey and wrinkly- is on it's way."
Sanyu sat on the edge of her bed, and caressed the pretty, smooth blanket with her fingertips. "Wrinkly and.. grey?" she scrunched up her nose as she thought of what that had meant. Her eyes widened, as she gasped and threw her hands to her chest looking absolutely baffled. "An elephant?!"
Powweh froze and blinked at Sanyu, brushing a lock of brown hair from his eyes. He laughed, imagining his grandmother stampeding around their house with the body of a gigantic African creature. He quickly shook his head as she gave him a 'what's-so-funny?' look. "No, it's definitely much worse than an elephant." he joked. "Kidding, it's my Nan. Yours too now, I suppose." He made a face between a smile and a frown as Sanyu pouted, not a clue as to why she did.
"You're getting me.. a nanny?" she whined. "You promised. You said that you were going to take care of me." Envisioning a crazy, old, bony lady with wispy, pure white hair commanding her around the house like a slave made her shudder fearfully.
"Noo, I'm not getting you a nanny!" he reassured her. "I know what I said." Sitting down beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder he frowned lightly. "See, a Nana, or Nan- my Nan- is my grandmother. You're great grandmother- in a way. Get it?"
"Ohh.." Sanyu did get it. "Well why don't you just call her that- instead of something that sounds like a banana?" Some girls back at the mansion told her all about family relations and stuff. Even about how some brothers and sisters make babies, so they're really uncles, aunts, moms, and dads. She forgot what that was called though, she made a mental note to ask Powweh later. She absent mindedly picked at her nails as she watched his face while he processed a response.
He pressed his lips together and folded his hands neatly in his lap. "Well-" he furrowed his brow- "I guess it's more loving- the way I call her that. She was more of a mother to me than my biological one every was, ya know. And I guess when I call her that, she doesn't feel as old." he snorted. She was pretty old after all.
"Oh. So you're daddy is your grandpa?" She squeaked. No wonder he acted like such a weirdo.
Powwehs face flushed. "What?"
"Your-dad-is-your-grandpa?" She questioned slowly, nodding with each word.
"Thank god, no. Lets not talk about that guy, kay princess?"
She smiled and nodded again. She liked being a princess. "Well.. then if I- with you- called you something- um.. more what you said.." Her smile washed away and her face went serious.
"Loving, ya mean?" he watched her, realizing how deliberate she'd become.
"Yeah, that. So I think.. I think that I should too, with you though. Does that make sense? You won't feel old either." She needed to know, looking anywhere but his face- which she feared would burst open with laughter any second.
He blushed, honestly smiling, lovingly for the first time in a long time. He wasn't old, but the suggestion was real genuine. "It makes sense. You don't have to or anything unless your comfortable with it. Ya don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with Sanyu, mmk?"
She sighed, relieved that he didn't make fun of her, and nodded. Her hands danced in her lap. It was weird trying to open up to new people. She didn't have to do that back at the mansion. Lots of girls there were her age, so when she did- it was almost easy.
"Well-" he stood and streched, "lets go wait on the porch, kay? Nan will be by soon, best get rid of her quick so we can get our beauty sleep."
"Kay." She hopped up- yawning on their way.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 9:27 pm
The elephant didn't come last night, she called Powweh and said she'd come by this morning to meet me and get to know me and stuff. That's what Powweh said. I like calling her the elephant, it's kinda funny, and an awesome nickname. Just like how princess is a nickname for me. Only Pow calls me that though, so it's not really awesome but more special, and it makes me feel happy. Powweh said if I was going to call her elephant that I would get into trouble. But he laughed, so I probably won't get into too much trouble.. I think I won't around her, just incase.
Sanyu kicked her legs on her stool. She felt tall, and a bit scared because she felt like she was going to fall over, but she managed to stay aboard while she finished off her of cereal. It was sweet and crunchy, and a weird purple loop shape-colour thingy. Powweh was outside on the porch, talking to the elephant. She saw her through the window after she rang the door bell. Sanyu had to go wake Powweh up in his room and tell him someone was at the door, and since then he was still outside. She didn't say hello or anything yet. She wondered if she should've before she found some breakfast.. feh. She looked a bit boring from what she saw anyways.
Powweh lead his Nan into the kitchen and stopped in front of Sanyu, as she pushed her empty bowl into the center of the table. "Sanyu, I want you to meet my Nana. Now, I told her about your- or our situation, and she is excited to get to know you and help out with some things." His eyes looked from the youngest, to the oldest in his company, then back again.
Sanyu hopped down and hesitantly stepped towards the tall woman, stopping beside Powweh. She had a confident air, and the way she stood made her look very proper. Sanyu straightened her dress which she slept in, and slightly dipped her head.
The elephant- which resembled more of a giraffe in a grandma looking dress to Sanyu, was the first to introduce herself. "Hello, Sanyu. I do hope I said that right. I'm this boys Nanna, and I hope that with time you'll see me fit as yours too. Because, you are a part of this family now, dear." When she said boys, she nodded to Pow, and had crouched to be at eye level with the girl. A small smile adorned her face, that seemed somewhat forced. Maybe making any kind of expression for old people was hard because of their crinkly skin, Sanyu thought.
"Yes ma'am, you said that right." She was going to try to make a good impression. She was a part of a family she hardly knew, but the old woman in front of her had a sort of presence that almost commanded respect. It was cool, she thought. Maybe she'd be able to have that kind of presence before she got all saggy. "Are you and Powweh the only people in.. in this family, ma'am?" She kept her eyes focused on the old woman's pale, aged blue ones, folding her hands behind her back. She wondered if her eyes would turn like that when she got old. Maybe they would turn completely white- like a dead persons! Or like some cartoons where they only have the black dots- what were they called? She blinked and focused as she replied, not wanting to trail off and not be able to keep up a conversation. That wouldn't help with her impression.
"No, I have three grandchildren. Powweh being only one of them. You have two aunties. I also have one great grandchild around your age, lovely boy named Leon. Asides from that, your other set of great grandparents are unknown, ghastly people wouldn't bother replying to our calls- or any means of contact." She straightened to her full height. "The other, my daughter and her.. we'll say quick loves are long gone. The men also unknown and my daughter passed."
"Oh, wow.." She breathed. That was alot to process. She would have never guessed that Powweh's parents were gone.. he was like her, but he did have a great grandma. That counted for something. She had aunties! And a cousin? She wanted to meet him already, he had a pretty name. Maybe they could play together if Powweh let them! "I'm sorry about your daughter.." she added quietly. She was excited, a bit happy, and sad too, for elephant and Powweh.
"Me too. She worked hard to support her children." She looked to Pow who averted her gaze, tapping at the countertop, seemingly agitated about the topic they were discussing. He heaved, and scratched his head as she continued to stare.
"Right, then. Sanyu, Powweh asked if I could help out with things." She shifted her black leather hand bag over her shoulder. "I'm going to take you to the market. You need basic toiletries if you're going to live anywhere; and if you'd like, we can pick out a couple of shirts or outfits that you'll be able to live in until Powweh takes you shopping. I think that I have a few patterns at home that I'll be able to use to make a few things too, if it sparks any interest."
Sanyu nodded, a bit unsure of what toiletries were- but it had toilet in it, so it probably had something to do with bathroom things. "You can make clothes?" She blinked. Maybe she made the dress she was wearing. She probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"I can." And as if she could read her mind, she added, "In fact, I made the very dress I'm wearing." She swung gracefully from her right to her left, allowing the skirt of the gown to flow with her movements. "Now lets get moving, I don't plan to be out all day."
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The word market didn't really fit the place that the two drove for fifteen minutes to. There was an outdoor shopping area that looked like a little neighbourhood of stands with no more than two aisles at most. There was also a big department store with automatic doors and carts and lots and lots of different things in it. There were bicycles, water hoses, watches, slippers, movies, CD's, food. So many things in one place to Sanyu.
The two stepped into there first, through the doors that invisible men had slid open for them. The first aisle they swerved past was a whole section full of make up. Pencils, sticks, compacts, lots and lots of pretty colours. There was pictures of pretty ladies with fanned out eyelashes and bright powder on their eyelids. The purples and bright greens were Sanyu's favourite though. It was kind of scary how much some people could wear. They didn't stop to look. Elephant didn't look like she wore make up, Sanyu thought. They stopped a few strides away from the aisle, in front of toothbrushes, paste, hand mirrors and brushes. Elephant helped her pick out both a tooth and hair brush in co-ordinating lime green shades. Sanyu spotted the scrunchies and elastics as they were about to leave. The old woman picked up the package of skinny elastics that had every colour of the spectrum which Sanyu had ogled for several minutes.
Finished with the air conditioned building, they weaved through the stands for about an hour. By the time they got back to the car, Sanyu had chosen five articles of clothing that would last her a good week if she managed to keep them clean. Two plain brown and purple wife beater styled tank tops, a zip up black hoodie incase it got cold, a pair of black capris with neat red plaid patches sloppily stitched on, and a ruffled yellow skirt. That last one was more of the Elephants suggestion, and Sanyu felt if she blew it off she would be offended. It would go with the purple and green shirts, she didn't mind the colour too much either.
Sanyu hung the sweater in her armoire, and folded the rest, placing them on the bottom shelf. Powweh offered her an old tee to sleep in instead of the dress she met him in, so she changed into that when she got home, and tied her hair up into a pony tail with a blue elastic that matched it, letting a few strands of orchid to frame her face. She felt more comfortable without those stockings on and in her bare feet. She felt more comfortable with Powweh too when they ate dinner (macaroni and hot dogs) for the first time together, knowing a little bit more about him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:27 pm
Holding a co-ownership of something means that you share an equal amount of responsibility for it with your partner. If it doesn't work out that way, problems may flourish. Thankfully, if your partner happens to be your best friend- a friend like Devon- he wouldn't mind taking charge of your end of the rope while you care for your new daughter, girl, child, whichever term your most comfortable with.
Powweh had stayed home with Sanyu, looking into the local schools in the area, one which he would enroll her in, and making sure she had help when she needed it- even if she was keen to taking care of herself. This, while Devon would fill in his shoes at the novelty bookstore they both managed together. She had taken a liking to watching and learning about what was happening in the world through the television and news broadcasting sites on the Internet. The big words that stumped her brain from finding its definition fascinated her, and she'd casually throw them into conversations she had with Powweh.
If they ate lunch together, with the little help she accepted from Powweh, they would try to read the nutritional values on the containers the contents came from. He wasn't much of a chef, and almost anything he stirred up from scratch failed to pass the taste test; the days he felt creative, she felt like a guinea pig. This soon became a habit, and once she knew all about minerals and vitamins she became somewhat picky, and complained that anything with more than sixty percent of iron in it made her belly itch inside. Only days earlier they had watched the x-men trilogy, and she feared that Magneto was going to find her and pull the iron out of her body in little bloody marbles for his own amusement.
The news station she liked best always had a health minute in the program about nutrition. The news talked about alot of things- one that confused her was a story that the lady with pretty brown hair and red painted lips began to talk about. She showed live footage of people protesting around an old synagogue to stop the construction men in their yellow tractors from breaking it down. Reels of questions and interest spun in her mind- asking what would drive them to do that for things that aren't real, breathing, or proven like the dinosaurs were. She lived and breathed for the discovery channel and programs on it of the prehistoric monsters. They were usually on late at night though, once Powweh had fallen asleep, so she had to sneak into the living room once all the lights were off. They were real at one time, Powweh told her it was a long, long time ago though. Then there were these people who believed in a stupid book from a long time ago. It wasn't pieced together like the fossils of the stegosaurus and pterodactyl were. Anyone could've written it, and it talked about stories that weren't humanly possible. The religious channel blabbed about all of it. How could a man make a couple of fish turn into thousands, a few loaves of bread into hundreds? How did one person make the whole entire Earth and everything on and in it? There's no way he could've made so many people, if he did, why would he make bad ones?
It didn't make sense.
She kicked into the kitchen, and leaned against the granite countertop, blue eyes followed the tall figure who had taken her in quietly as it wiped down the place mats where they had recently eaten breakfast. Cooked in a frying pan this morning instead of the microwave. It was one of those domestic rodent days.
"I thought you were watching the weather report for the week, bored of all the jolly sunshine and warm fronts are we?" He snapped the damp rag over the faucet.
"I was, and no. The sun's good for the roses." She replied in her casual monotone voice.
He swiped a hand across his forehead before saddling onto the nearest stool. "Sure is, but rain is too. I think they need a good watering. Its gotten hotter around here."
After a brisk moment of silence, she changed the subject. The stagnant climate didn't intrigue her as the question that was poking at her brain had for some time."Do you believe in God?"
Powweh blinked, until then content with their small talk. He bit the inside of his lip, and stared through the orchid head. "I do believe in God. It's difficult sometimes... but I do."
"How can you believe in something that's not real?!" She exclaimed, her voice raising as she tossed her arms heavenward.
Unshaken, he pushed off the smirk that begged at his lips. Sometimes she loved to express herself with both her words and high flying arms."Princess, love is hard to believe, it doesn't mean it's not real. Life is hard to believe, you can ask any scientist in the world. God is hard to believe too, just ask any believer. Don't ask me how can I believe in something, ask yourself what's your problem with the hard to believe?" He patted the stool in front of him.
"I'm being.. reasonable," she sat, "that's the word, right?"
"That's the word," he nodded, "reason is the best tool kit. But be too reasonable and you risk throwing out the universe with the bath water."
"What? Why are you talking about bath water?" She frowned, confused. "I don't get how people can believe in something they've never seen."
"Have you ever seen the bacteria that lives on your skin before?"
"No.."
"You can't see them with the naked eye. But scientists can see them with a microscope. Think of the microscope as someone's faith. They have faith that they will go to a better place when they die, some people believe that someone is watching over them. They believe there's more to life than just living it."
"That's kinda weird, but.. I think I get it." She focused on his words, picking at her fingernails. He was so cheesy, she grinned, but he managed to prove a point. She was too serious sometimes, it was puzzling how her imagination could run wild, but the whole faith and religion thing she knew of had pricked at her nerves because it was fueled by stories apparently written thousands of years ago. It would've been easy to believe in God if she'd let it. The idea that one giant, powerful figure that 'created all' ruined the fun of witches, unicorns, aliens, imps, elves and dinosaurs. Did the stories even acknowledge that dinosaurs existed? Everyone knows they did at one time. Alligators, crocodiles, lots of reptiles descended from them. How could he have power over them all? Over her? The thought made her squeamish.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:06 pm
I've been talking alot about God and religion to Powweh lately. He says that the way I see God in the 'Catholic' faith is fuzzy. He seems to know alot about the topic. He told me that he was born and raised as a Christian. He told me that God doesn't control everything and everyone the way I thought he did. He told me that we're not puppets and that we have a free will. He told me the Bible wasn't written by God. I had to ask about the dinosaurs. He told me that when the Bible was written it was long before anybody knew about dinosaurs.
Then he taught me the stupidest story I've ever heard in my whole life. He said it was called the creation story and he actually read it to me from a dusty old bible he remembered he had stored away in the smelly storage room. It took place over seven days. He made the universe, day and night, sky, land, sea, living creatures, then man in his own image. Powweh told me that he wasn't a practicing catholic, and that he himself didn't go by the creation story 100%. He said that evolution lead up to us. He told me I'd learn all about evolution eventually once I get to go to school.
He hasn't told me yet when I'm going to school, but I know it's going to be soon because his friend who works with him has stopped by the last few days. I'm guessing another week or two. We already went shopping and bought a plain brown backpack, some pencils, crayons, paper and three ring notebooks. The whole idea of learning sounds really fun. He told me I'm going to be starting later though, the other kids my age that I'll share a class with have been there for a month already, so I have to catch up.
I'm worried that the other kids won't like me. He told me not to worry though because he talked to the principal more than a couple of times and she's really nice, and that she 'talks highly about her pupils'. I don't know what that meant, but I was too sleepy to ask much more. He did tell me it's a Catholic school though. He said it was the best choice because it was around the block from his store, so after school he'll be able to pick me up and take me back there until he finishes working.
I don't have any religion. I don't want to pretend to even like God. Powweh told me not to worry about it. He said as long as I can think for myself, nobody is going to force me to believe anything. I think that God is a fake, but I don't think that will help me make friends at a stupid Catholic school..
Sanyu twirled her purple crayon upon the crisp sheet of paper she had been doodling on for the past half an hour. The sun had set hours ago, and the only light that helped her distinguish between her canvas and the hardwood flooring beneath it was the moonlight which shone in from the window behind her.
Sleep was harder to come across lately as she continued to spend more time thinking about school and the rules that tagged along with it. Powweh had gone through the list with her that afternoon. No lights on past 8:30pm, homework- even though little was expected, was to be started as soon as they set foot into the shop, and they were to be ready in the morning and out the door by 8:00 am.
The rules made were there to help her manage time but they seemed to put a limit on what she would rather do. So she decided to get the most out of staying up late and sleeping in until her personal alarm clock Powweh set off on her first day of school.
Sanyu yawned, cupping her hand over her mouth. She stood up and stretched her aching legs. Climbing onto her bed, she curled up into her comforter until her dreams whisked her away, her colourful artwork that still lied on the floor seemed to glow peacefully in the bath of moon glow.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:53 pm
Sanyu timidly glanced around the cold playground that moved with many bodies of a variety of shapes. She heaved and wiped a sweaty palm across the side of her pants. She didn't much care for 'school' already. Much too many people running around, screaming and laughing; wasn't this a place to learn?
Like an army of soldiers fighting some kind of war overseas, she imagined. Small soldiers, secret weapons of the government, trolls, brainwashed- "Oouf!" She clutched her stomach as the gray ground flashed into a dizzy-star dotted sky and all she then noticed was a sharp pain in her bottom, and her backpack spilling out her lunch to her side.
"Whoa, I didn't see you there! You shouldn't get in my way like that, you were lookin' right at me! Are you okay? Hey whats up with your hair are you bleed in'?"
"Ugh. I wasn't looking at you, I didn't even see you until now.." She moaned, in too much shock to get upset at boy with such a stupid look on his face. Short, dark skinned with almond brown eyes and the most ridiculous red pair of running shoes that reminded her of the circus.
"Blood isn't pink, she didn't even land on her head!" His comrade pointed out.
"You think I broke it maybe? I mean I was runnin' so fast I coulda'!"
"No way, don't be stupid no body's that fast! You slammed into her stomach anyways." He replied sharply, kicking Sanyu's orange which had rolled by his foot into her pack.
Circus snorted, "Yeah people are! Like me- I beat you all the time!"
"No you don't you stupid liar, the only way you could beat me in a race was if you was on top a' cheetah on top of a race car!"
"Race me then!"
"Okay, but there have to be rules-"
"Ready, set-" The boy who had knocked her down shot off as the other hollered, sprinting shortly behind.
"You didn't say go!!"
Sanyu winced as she climbed to her feet, brushing off her sandwich which had collected some gravel after its launch into the sky, and buckled her bag shut again, leaving out a small Tupperware container containing a mysterious substance Powweh had dug up from the back of the refrigerator that previous night. Better to be safe than sorry, this stuff looked dangerously homemade.
She scowled and clipped the hair that fell in front of her face to the side. She determined that watching the news in the safety of her home was a much less painful way to learn things. This was not going to be fun.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 5:41 pm
Light tremors quivered through the girls body.
The shaking soon stopped and the most cautious sound would've broken the silence. She mumbled sleep drunken words.
Stretching and yawning in a snare of bed sheets, Sanyu opened her heavy eyes and looked to her window. "Oh!" she gasped. The sun had risen already, its gentle glare warmed her naked feet. Looking to her nightstand, she studied her alarm clock that rested just beside her new lamp. Both were gifts from Christmas, old fashioned; the clock form Powweh, plain but convenient, the lamp antique looking and floral from her Nana.
The red numbers read 12:16pm. She had slept in, luckily it was a Saturday afternoon and not a school day. She snaked closer to her stand and slowly opened its drawer. An uneasy creak came with it. She paused for a second, then rummaged through the contents. Pushing away scrap papers, small toys and trinkets,
pencils,
loose change,
oddly enough some dental floss,
to finally reach her notebook.
Shutting the drawer silently, she slipped back into her mess of blankets, a chewed pencil taken too. She began to scribble down what she remembered from her dream, pushing back a mop of tangled magenta hair from her face. She had been practicing doing this for about a month now. From the learning network she found out that some people believed that there could be subliminal messages within them. She was determined to find and decipher a secret code too! Sadly though, her dreams didn't seem to have any relationship to one another. Every reel of imagination she viewed or experienced while she was asleep was new, or different from the last.
Some nights she would wake up in a cold sweat, the hairs on her neck standing on end. Black monsters without a face would grab and try to swallow her whole. She swore that she could feel their cold flesh cling onto her own. Then there were the dreams where she was out in the middle of a beautiful secluded meadow that had just been greeted by spring. Fragrant, bright wild flowers and grasses bloomed all around, trees were in blossom- graceful butterflies would dance in the warm sky like figure skaters did so easily on ice.
Those she could sort into nightmares and happy dreams. Of course there was the random, indeterminable ones that made absolutely no sense. Just previewed a slide show of unfamiliar faces and objects, both big and small, simple and outrageous.
She enjoyed writing about these visions in her imagination. It was another sort of way that she could expand it and explore it further. It also kept her busy when she felt that there was nothing interesting to listen about on the news, wasn't in the mood to look up references in the dictionary, and once she had finished all her homework and Powweh wasn't around. He had applied to many work places all over the surrounding area recently, and was busy trying to make up for lost hours at the book store while Devon had taken over. A part time job would earn him some extra cash which he'd be able to spend on the house and on things that Sanyu needed.
All of this running about lead to the decision that Sanyu would stay at school until he finished up with shop business, in a sort of 'day care'. She had begged him to let her walk home from school, insisting that she was old and responsible enough to do it, pointing out that the building wasn't that far away from home. He said that he'd feel more comfortable if she were under supervision. Sanyu dragged Elephant into the matter and pleaded that she picked her up from school, not wanting to be left with all the older and younger-bogey faced kids that couldn't define words or make good conversation for any amount of money. Of course she had to ask 'What did Powweh say, dear?'
She almost hated how nearly every sentence she breathed was accompanied with the term dear..
With a gentle poke of her pencil, Sanyu capped of her note with a clean period. Nothing that amazing to record.. however a tropical shish kabob seemed to be the most captivating above anything else. "Hm, doesn't spell out any secret code except maybe lunch..." She broke off, noticing she was talking to herself. With a nimble gesture and shy smile, she slid off her bed and padded towards the kitchen.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:59 pm
"Whining about it won't help you finish your work. I'm getting tired of your little side comments Missy. Test me again and I won't hesitate to send you to the principal, where you can complain to him." Her words were powered by a bitter glare, and she hastily turned on her red pumps to the side of the classroom. The pink frames that rested on her razor sharp nose matched the hue in her cheeks. They only turned that colour when she was really, really angry.
Sanyu sunk into her chair and every few minutes shot ominous looks to her on looking peers. How could her teacher always so gentle and soft spoken embarrass her like that? In front of all the kids, she thought angrily. What might've been potential friends probably saw her as a complete loser now. Frowning, she tried to think of a witty comeback all too late. Well they weren't any smarter than her, trying to prove herself for them would be a waste of time.
Just because they didn't mind writing a two page essay on Jesus Christ, the son of God- how he impacted their lives and all that crap. Sanyu quietly kicked at the leg of her desk. It wasn't the length, it was the topic of the thing that made her belch her distaste.
Red shoes scribbled on his natty three ring notebook like there was no tomorrow. Sanyu folded over her desk and imagined all the ink already on everyones project. She closed her eyes and counted each tick of the clock before the bell rang, debating on what Powweh would say this time when Ms. Limner called about her attitude and performance in class. Maybe he'd finally see what a waste of time sitting in a chalky room was when she could be learning twice as much from the old foreign stains on the rug in the living room.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 4:25 am
Quote: It has been over a two months since your last post.
This is not acceptable.
You have 2 days to make a post up to my standards, or Sanyu will be *frozen.
This Warning and its Requirements are Not Negotionable.*Frozen: When a pet is forced to remain in it's current stage indefinitely due to an owner's failure to comply with contractual obligations made and understood prior to the purchase of the pet. Additionally, the journal is locked and ownership is still retained despite the frozen state.
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