[So your back for more are you young ones, well as long as you don't interrupt I'll tell you the next part.] Sam sat in the headmasters office staring at a still unconscious Drake, while the actual head master stood ripping Jake to pieces for putting Drake ' under' as he put it. Jake was sinking down into his chair, the fear of the head clearly showing on his face trying to say," b-but he wouldn't co-" but you could see the head just wasn't having any excuses. "JAKE GET OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW, I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER!" the heads booming voice shouted at Jake, and Jake took his chance to run out of the room into a hall full of 10 or so sympathetic faces. The head turned his head towards Sam, his face changing from angry to kind in an instant, and said," hello Sam, welcome to the academy for... er gifted children, oh and I'm sorry for Drake being put under, I'll just wake him up shall I." He quickly picked up his notebook and blue pen and started to write. Sams eyes opened with shock when Drake slowly started to wake up as soon as he'd finished writing.
Drakes eyes opened when he saw where he was but luckily for him the head butted in before Drake could start screaming obscenities like he was prone to do." So as I was saying Drake welcome to the academy for gifted children...(under his breath)yes thats right gifted... so what do you know about your powers so far?" he lent forward as he asked the question. Sam answered first," what powers? we haven't heard of any powers, sir," Drake still looked pretty annoyed but answered anyway," I think I know what he's talking 'bout Sam, are the powers the way whatever we've been writing lately has been coming true... like the kid who heard voices." The head nodded and opened his mouth again," ahhhh so you do know a bit them. Well I will tell you all about your powers right now, so you are what we call the saviours they are people who have the powers of light, life and truth in their souls but most importantly they hold a power that very few hold, the power of writing and whatever you write will happen. So at the academy we teach the few remaining saviours to hone their skills and make what they write happen faster, like with you right now it should take about 2 weeks for whatever you write to happen... am I right." Drake and Sam look at each other for a split second before Sam answered," no sir, our ' powers' have been working roughly 2 days after writing them, nowhere near 2 weeks."
The heads eyes opened with shock as he heard the news." Well it looks like we need to put you 2 in the advanced writing classes but the beginner light, life and truth classes." He said after snapping out of his shock. Both kids nodded not really knowing what that meant, the head spoke again," I'll get someone to show you to[ OY you back there stop talking or you won't hear the rest. The boy moaned loudly] your classes right away.' Audrey could you please send in the advanced writing teacher through please.' She should be here any second." Roughly one minute later she walked through the door and the boys recognized her right away...it was their writing teacher Miss Reynolds. The head started to introduce them to her," boys this is-" but the boys got there first," Miss Reynolds." She said," why hello boys." Sam and Drake almost telepathically sent a message to each other," Miss Reynolds b-but she dies 4 months ago."
well hope you like it and it will get better trust me so keep on reading
Drakes eyes opened when he saw where he was but luckily for him the head butted in before Drake could start screaming obscenities like he was prone to do." So as I was saying Drake welcome to the academy for gifted children...(under his breath)yes thats right gifted... so what do you know about your powers so far?" he lent forward as he asked the question. Sam answered first," what powers? we haven't heard of any powers, sir," Drake still looked pretty annoyed but answered anyway," I think I know what he's talking 'bout Sam, are the powers the way whatever we've been writing lately has been coming true... like the kid who heard voices." The head nodded and opened his mouth again," ahhhh so you do know a bit them. Well I will tell you all about your powers right now, so you are what we call the saviours they are people who have the powers of light, life and truth in their souls but most importantly they hold a power that very few hold, the power of writing and whatever you write will happen. So at the academy we teach the few remaining saviours to hone their skills and make what they write happen faster, like with you right now it should take about 2 weeks for whatever you write to happen... am I right." Drake and Sam look at each other for a split second before Sam answered," no sir, our ' powers' have been working roughly 2 days after writing them, nowhere near 2 weeks."
The heads eyes opened with shock as he heard the news." Well it looks like we need to put you 2 in the advanced writing classes but the beginner light, life and truth classes." He said after snapping out of his shock. Both kids nodded not really knowing what that meant, the head spoke again," I'll get someone to show you to[ OY you back there stop talking or you won't hear the rest. The boy moaned loudly] your classes right away.' Audrey could you please send in the advanced writing teacher through please.' She should be here any second." Roughly one minute later she walked through the door and the boys recognized her right away...it was their writing teacher Miss Reynolds. The head started to introduce them to her," boys this is-" but the boys got there first," Miss Reynolds." She said," why hello boys." Sam and Drake almost telepathically sent a message to each other," Miss Reynolds b-but she dies 4 months ago."
well hope you like it and it will get better trust me so keep on reading
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
No matter how much you wish for more it happens like the hour glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to swallow me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that you will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. Next time, I invite you to join with us on our battle. And it will be even more life-consuming, if you know what that means.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.