Rise Of The Dragons!

If I could imagine two characters from different books or movies that would go on a blind date it would be Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon and Jack Frost frfom Rise Of The Guardiens. Obviously knowing each other from their childhoods they grew found of each other. Even though Jack Forst would always make fun of Hiccup, Hiccup never stood up to Jack because he thought of him as a friend. Or maybe a little bit more. Hiccup had to live with the harsh truth that he was madly in love with the one and only Jack Frost. Over the years of them both growing fond of each other, Hiccup and Jack lived in fear of anyone finding out what they felt for each other. Also, knowing the fact that Astrid could snap Hiccup in two if she ever found out stopped them from ever confessing to each other. Until a common friend decided to set them up for a blind date. Supposedly luring them into meeting new people so they could forget about each other. Both casually meeting each other at a clamored cafe waiting for their supposedly date. They would catch of glimpse of each other but they were to scared to even approach one another and say a simple "Hello". Until an hour passed and both of their supposedly dates did not come, they decided to approach one another. Both sitting down in a booth laughing and talking about the great times they have had over the years. Even though it was awkward at first, the funny memories of Toothless almost buring Jack cleared the air. When it was time to go they both have realized that they were on their date the whole time. They both went outside then ending up in front of the cafe having to say goodbye to one another. Both felt like they needed to do something before he could leave. So slowly Hiccup reached for Jack's hands and whispered "I've always loved you," and with that Jack smiled pulling Hiccup in for a lingering kiss. 

Identity {Poem}

 

From the moment you hear a cry.

That's the moment you are identified.

That's the moment you become you.

The moment I become me.

A story untold to the world.

That a new baby was born.

A girl named Elsa.

That was put here to tell the truth

and every footstep I took

lead to that special feeling.

That I was one of a kind.

"Elsa! Elsa! Elsa!"

An exotic name they said.

Never heard before.

Until the wind and snow came

and I was told to Let it go!

How excited I was to hear my name!

Until a snowman Olaf came.

"No! No! No," I exclaimed.

I'm not a snow queen as you think.

With a knock on my door.

All I could hear was singing

to a terrible tune

that terrified me.

You are snow! You are ice!

No I'm not! I'm just nice!

But please Elsa don't you see?

That's what your name means!

I was special until the storm came.

Now I wont be the same,

because now when I say my name

a look of disappointment crosses their face.

As if to believe I speak lies.

When that very movie ruined my life.

Billions of girls would come.

All with the same name as me.

And even with that

people still ask,

Elisa? Lisa? Alicia?

Its Elsa I say.

Elsa? What a beautiful name.

My cheeks start to stretch.

As my smile grows as big as the sea.

Thank you I say.

Truth? Snow? God's oath?

The meaning of my name

has nothing to do

with the actions I chose.

From the moment you hear a cry.

That's the moment you are identified.

That's when you become you.

When you know what you're destined to do.

Journal 20

Gasping for air. When I wake up from my terrible dream. Trying to let the air into my lungs. Waking up in one of their rooms to realize it wasn't a dream. The terrible dream wads a reality. My family...my friends...my whole life had been a lie. Where I thought I lived with humans, but it had all been a lie.the door opened. I saw one of them. The aliens that looked likes me but were completely different. They who once said they were my family. "Daughter come to eat breakfast." I weakly pulled myself up from the bed. Something wanted to lie and say I didn't feel good but they would suspect. "Y-Yes mother." was all I could reply. Don't act suspicious I told myself. I can't alarm them or I would have to face their wrath. If they find out what I found out they would get rid of me. Even if the truth hurt on what they were planning, I couldn't and I would alarm them. Today....tomorrow...and everyday forth I would have to lie. I would have to fear my existence of being alone forever. I loved my mother and my father but to know they wanted to experiment on me. Such a frightening thought. If I could act long enough that I didn't know I could survive. I wouldn't be taken and replaced. I wouldn't be cut open as another poor victim lived a lie with fake memories. I would have to live with aliens on this alien planet for the rest of my life. 

Life isn't Always Sweet For A Piñata. Journal #17

It was dark. Very dark. I remember being chosen. Chosen to do this certain task. I felt so anguished. I felt so violated on how they torn me open and shoved billions of packets of joy within me. Yet, I was not over joyed. I felt nothing but fear. Oh why was I chosen for this task? This task that could mean the end for me. Oh please, oh please let them forget I am in here. All I could hear were footstepscoming at   my direction. Don't open the door. Have mercy on me and don't open the door. Yet, that is all I heard. A loud creak echoed through the closet as the light blinded my eyes. "Can I get it now mommy." A boy stood in front of me eagerly waiting to take me out. "Yes tommy. Go ahead and take it out." The boy picked me up. I was to heavy for him so my limp body was dragged across the floor. My surronding were strange. All I remebered was being shoved into the closet. A gust of wind hit me . As the boy set me down on the grass as he walked out of his house, all I could see were children hungrily looking at me. "I can't wait!" he shouted with joy. A man then lifted me from the grass. He hung me over the tree. Oh how I wish I wasn't who I was. I saw a girl as she clutched the stick. Swinging it trying to hit me. I felt a light tap here and there. I was filled with relief when the last child hit me. Yet, all I heard was "I want to go next". A older boy stood up taking the stick. Thunk! THUNK! THUNK! Each hit grew louder and more painful. Then i felt myself torn open. As I took my last "breath" all I saw were smiling children fighting over my sweet blood.