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Light of the Phoenix Chapter 2Chapter 2
"I don't wanna to do it! I don't wanna! You can't make me!"
Ri was crying hard. I was late night, after the party.
"Ri, we said we'll help! come on!" said Phoenix.
"Yea, don't wallow in your own self pity." said Leslie, Adrian's other sister. The three of them shared one brother, Remiel, also known as Remi.
"But-" said Ri
"No 'buts'. We'll help." said Leslie.
Ri looked up.
"I'm sorry," said Ri. "Thanks everyone."
Remi clapped his hands together. "Alright," he said "let's get you ready for your big day."
The night before Ri's birthday, she had a sleepover. All the Lunars, plus Tanya and Phoenix were there, as well as Leann, Lauren, and Lorelei. Leann and Lauren were both dark skinned but Leann had short black hair with two braids on either side of her head. Lauren Edgewood was brown all over. Hair, eyes; everything was brown. Lorelei Nocturna was a computer genius- slash - weapon-crazy girl who grew up with Ri. It was known in the group that Ri and Tan
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Today was one of the worst ever, at least for one girl. On the top of a hill in a city called Startower Hills stood a large house. In this house, two girls sat in a bedroom. The girl with the bad day was named Sirietta Midnight.
"I hate everything!" she yelled. She seemed worried.
"Why Ri?" asked the other girl.
"You already know, Adrian." Ri said, irritated, "You know what today is." She didn't want to talk to anyone about it.
"So do I." said a voice at the door. Adrian's quadruplet sister, Siri Lunar was standing there.
"It's time." Siri said "Everyone's downstairs"
Ten minutes later, Ri and the others were in the family room for the party for Ri, but Ri wasn't celebrating. Another of Ri's friends, Tanya Wildwind, approached Ri and asked "Why aren't you celebrating, Ri? I would be if it were -"
"Shut up, Tanya." Ri snapped.
Usually, Tanya was easy going and had an even temper, but no one told her to shut up.
"Fine then!" she snapped, "I was
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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