Dear JOURNAL!!!!

Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Cant say that it isn't a nice day. Cause it was soooo worth waking up in the morning and just feel the fresh breeze coming out of your A.C. It was fun today, since I bougth this cute drawing, (kind of) book like Diary of  a wimpy kid. but its SKELETON CREEK. It's so thrilling and full of suspense. CHILL TO THE BONES!

=^-^= <--------------I FREAKIN LOVE THIS EMOTICON. XDDDDDDDDDDDDD Im in drugs, so .... work with me. Well. My name is actually Park Ae Byul but being called ByulAe is really ummmm..... well no one actually calls me that .... so I GO ALONG WITH KID!!!!!! but even though I'm named KID. I like to use, YUHAE/LENA for ....unknown........reasons. 

Well enough about the nice stuffs and on with the bad stuffs. (NEGATIVITY COMING BELOW YAAAAAAAA)

= WEll, I am the type of person you just cant angrify. I do get angry but only a matter of minutes. And I hold no grudges to anyone (since they slowly move away ^^) So i consider my self a  very NICe, HAPPY,HYPER,MATURE,ANNOYINg,WEIRD person. It can be both negative or positive.. I just don't get why other people like try to bring you down when KNOW that their 10 levels above you.
Im talking about a particular person here. 
I really............really try to get along with everybody. I DO. and for all i know no one likes to be enemies with anyone RIGHT!?
Well I guess with that SHEBEAST.... lol im sorry. with her, she's trying to ALWAYS compete with me in what I know im good at. And  I'm always like 

"THAT'S ALL I GOT , WOMAN! GET ON WITH IT!"
Its just so effing annoying~ I mean shes like Top 7 or 8 out of 230 0r 180 students (its within that range) and its seriously not fun when someone is trying to beat you at anything you do. She's already like.............. smarter than you but to compete with you in like "MUSIC or ARTS" thats where I draw the line. 
But since I'm such a good person. I let it go and be awfully submissive. IT pains me. literally. Cause one time. we were both in this Religion group report and the teacher was asking us what was the meaning of REFORMISTS. I stood up because I knew the answer. AND I KNOW THAT SHE SAW ME STAND UP. but like her evil face did, she simply took the glory for herself. I LOOKED LIKE AN IDIOT LAMB INFRONT of everyone. especially HIM. But its just so rude, how someone can cutoff someone like that. 





OH BTW : RPENTMEDIA POV XDDDDDD

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ahhhhhhh well thats it . I PLACED IT ALL OUT.!!!!!!!!!! NOW FOR MY FANFIC. XDDDDDDDDDDDDD LOL


:) HAPPY SMILES CAN NEVER BE PUT DOWN BY YOUR TWISTED UP FROWNS :(

Chapter 1-
ByulAe:
In Trojan High School, there lived a boy named David Frost. David only had a simple and normal life. Let’s take a little closer to what’s really happening in his life right now.
David’s P.O.V.
I woke up at the sound of my stupid alarm clock buzzing me to life. I opened my eyes and the blinding light hurt my eyes. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and just lay down. It’s another day again, can you just think off your life as an ending cycle? Almost nothing hardly every changes. Everything you just do repeats itself, I’ve already grown tired of it. I just want to do something new or at least destroy my usual boring schedule.
I sighed and grudgingly stood up. I tidied up my bed then went to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror made me shiver. My face was still the same, just paler and my lip was still busted from being hit accidentally in the face yesterday. I ran my hands through my brunette hair and stared at my destroyed reflection. I furrowed my brows at the sight of my face. I had honey colored eyes and my mustache wasn’t growing that much. After a few minutes of standing there I decided to get breakfast.
I ran downstairs and saw my mom making pancakes, eggs and some bacon.
                “Good morning” she greeted me with a smile on her face. “How was your night?”
“It was fine. Got stiff neck though” I replied making a cup of hot chocolate. I searched around for my dad but I found him watching the news on T.V.
                Mom served me up some food and I barely touched the food. Since, my head felt like it was throbbing.
School, for me is hell. Simple as that. I’m happy that I get to learn a lot of things but it’s just simply boring. The rooms where painted white, Maroon colored shelves, Lockers which stood an inch taller than me. I’ve been living for 18 years and I’ve already grown tired of it.
I did my usual morning drills and went to school. The drive was long yet quite. I just admired the drizzle of the rain on my wind shield. The school was surrounded by trees that you might think it’s a hospital because of its abundance of mirrors.
I parked my car on an empty slot. I stepped out and held my bag close to me. I walked on the stone path with hedges so I wouldn’t slip. I stopped walking and looked at my watch. It read “7:30 am” I was already late and I hated going inside late since I’ll probably be bullied again. So I went back to my car and drove to the river bank.
I sat on the moist green grass and fixed up my fishing pole. The rain poured lightly on me and I didn’t mind. I swung my fishing pole and waited for the fish to take the bait. My mind went to all different places. I thought of college, my family, my future family. I sighed, I couldn’t decide anything.
                The world seemingly did not know me. Nor cared for me. I wasn’t close to anyone, not even my parents. I was just different, unique yet I didn’t stand out and seemed like an outcast to the rest of the world. And I gladly accepted my role. I didn’t care, just as long as I’m not weird, I’ll be glad to be normal.
The reel suddenly turned, and I jolted by the sudden movement. I started fighting and reeled whatever I caught. It was quite strong and I have to put all my boney strength to the test. Finally, after a few struggles, pushing and pulling I finally caught a fish.
                “Yes, fishy , your miney! “ thank God that nobody’s here to hear that. I coughed and was about to get the fish when it jumped out of my hands. I flew my hands to the air and an eerie of light flashed out of my hands. Shocked, I stared at the frozen fish in front of me. It’s eyes were still moving but the fish stayed frozen. The water around it became cold ice.
 End of David’s P.O.V.
ByulAe
Hang on to your seats, ladies and gentlemen. Since this next part isn’t the best part of this story. Naomi Richards, who lives in Chicago Illinois, is being brutally abused by her own parents.
Naomi’s Point of View
                I wanted to die. I just wanted to crawl up in a hole and die. I could if I was allowed to. But I already lived in this pit of hell that I called home. My Mom was a drug addict and my dad was an alcoholic. They would always order me around. And If I don’t bring back what they asked for they’ll beat me up and throw me to the basement, literally. My life wasn’t a life. It felt like it was a curse that I was born with.
I sighed. I stared at the broken window in front of me. The rain dropped on it and just dropped by. I wish I would already dropped by too. I saw the front door open up. I looked at my parents and they were sleeping. I slowly creaked up towards the front door carefully not waking them up. I then slipped out the front door. I took my chance to run. My shoes were too big for me but I still managed to run. I run until my feet couldn’t take it. It was the first time that I felt free. My whole body finally felt the warmness of the sun and the coldness of the wind.
I stopped and collapsed on the grass of a farm. My world out.
End of Naomi’s Point of View
 
BYULAE: GOSH I FEEL LIKE IM WRITING A NOVEL~
Well Naomi got picked up by a farmer and was taken to a hospital. She ran about 5 miles. Whew im glad that’s over now, Let’s move over to David again.
David’s P.O.V.
I ran back to my car and started the engine. I didn’t care about anything, all I thought about is how weird I am and how the hell I even got these … Abilities….. Or curse. I don’t know.  All I want to do now is to just go away and let nobody know. 
                I drove fast without even thinking of where I am heading.  I saw signs indicating where I was but my eyes couldn’t concentrate and didn’t process whatever it said.
I parked towards a Breakfast house near the high way.  I stepped out and I flexed my muscles. I must have been driving for hours, day’s maybe.  I looked at my phone and found 10 missed calls and 45 messages. And what astounded me was the date. It’s been 3 days.  I sighed and went inside the diner.
A woman wearing an apron greeted me. “Good Morning, Sir” I nodded and sat down on a vacant seat.
                “Coffee please” I said while deleting the messages and shutting down my phone.  I waited for my coffee while reading a newspaper.
End of David’s Point Of View.
 
Naomi’s Point Of View.
I woke up at the sound of a person’s voice. I blinked a few times trying to process everything.
                “Whe─where am I?” I asked while trying to sit up.
“You’re in the hospital, I found you on our farm. You were bruised so I brought you here.” An old man told me.  All I remember is being free from the rath of my parent’s cruelty.
I thanked them and asked when I’ll get out. “You’ll be able to get out today” A woman informed me. I smiled and probably thanked them for another million times.  After a few hours, I was finally out then I thanked them again. But when I turned around I saw my drunk father pointing his finger towards me.
“You!” He called out loudly. And I ran away again. The family that helped me tried to catch up to me but I just kept running. I ran until I found this diner and I went inside. I sat on a seat and breathe slowly.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” a voice asked me and I looked up to meet a pair of eyes that stared intently at me.
My eyes widened and I immediately apologized. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you there” I didn’t know what to do and I doubt that he’ll even help me with my situation.  “Can I just seat here until the person that is following me is gone?” I asked diligently. The guy looked at me suspiciously.
                “Are you a criminal?” he asked raising his left brow.
“N-No, no no. I’m actually avoiding my drunken parents.” I said acting coolly.
                “And why are you running away from them? They’re your parents” he placed down the newspapers.
“And what brings you here too? I think you’re not from around here either.” I snapped.
 “Hey, I asked you first” Well he did have a point there. I told him about what my parents did to me and his showed pity and remorse.
“I don’t need sympathy, Ok? I just need to get away from them. They’re too abusive.” I informed. “Can I come with you? Because I think that’s your truck outside” I smirked. I’m such good thinker.
                “I don’t know….” He said undetermined. But then I heard voices of my parents saying that they saw me here. But I also heard the voice of the farmer and his wife, stating that they might be slightly mistaken.
“Please~ Let me come with you~ they’re here” I was really worried at this point, or should I just go outside and say ‘hey I’m here, come and take me home so you can beat me up again.’
                “Fine” He said and I breathed freely. I thanked him and we went out back. I heard the voice of my parents arguing with the waitress that once asked us for a cup of coffee before we left. We ran towards his truck and went in. I rode shotgun and drove to wherever the winds took us.
End of Naomi’s Point of View.

Nobody’s point of view
                I watched in the corner of my eye. The silly kid did really ran away. Now is my chance to take revenge of you FROSTS! Mwuahahhahahahah

David’s Point of view.