Larisieta, The Second Book In The Blood Games Series
Chapter 1
Normally, dreams are white puffy clouds! But, not here in Larisieta (lair-is-ee-tu). Komoko, our day ruler, plans our life. Prezi, Laika, is our mayor. He has to follow all the rules the point gives him. Which stinks! Prezi means mayor by the way.
Ever since our state turned into its own country, dreams of our own have been forbidden. There is a day ruler, and night ruler. Komoko, our day ruler, controls our thoughts. And Lakaylavooka, our night ruler, controls our dreams. So, basically, every countly is well, robots. But, some things have been awfully scary lately! Anyway, I've been getting dreams lately about running away! Becoming a rebel! Rebellion. Ew! That word is revolting! But, I sure hope this night's dream will actually be under control tonight! Our leasend (curfew) is 10:45. If anyone is caught up after that time, the roof of your house will be lifted, and an enormous claw will lift you out to take you to Lakaylavooka where you have to deal it out with him! And, it never ends nice!
It's 10:00 sharp. I better put my baby bebey (brother) to bed. Rocking Lulay to sleep is hard. I do not like it at all! But, it's my job. I've got morning duties, and night shifts to do. There. He's asleep. I then put him in his cotton filled cradle. 10:30 now. I should put on my night clothes. I grab my chicken-feed nightgown imported from Countly 5, and my bonnet is perfectly fitted on my head. Along with my itchy cotton socks. "Vanessa Margaret Perish! Get to bed! I'm almost finished with my koogle and I'll bring it up in a minute!” I crawl into my chicken feather mattress and pull the yarn blankets over my chest. And I wish my one wish for the night. I wish for a controlled dream.
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Thank Goodness! I did have a controlled dream! God always answers your wishes! Sometimes they’re not what you wanted, but, today, sadly, is the first time I have to go to this new school. It’s where everyone has to go to school, and well, learn. I hate school. I hated school when I was even in my old town. Oh, how I miss Hannah City. Here, we’re in Dream City. They call it Dream City because, well, we have a million dreams each night, and can’t stop them.
By now, I’m fully awake. I finally slip out from under my red, purple and white blankets. And I get out of my chicken feed bed, groggy. I’m always groggy in the mornings, but not this groggy. I’m rubbing my eyes, placing my fleece white and black plaid robe on my back and tying a bow in front.
I walk to the door, and carefully twist the chocolate milk knob, and stare down at the floor. Chocolate Milk. Huh. It reminds me of my best friend in Spiritual, Riley Jesse. I thought that every morning. I then crouch down on my knees and turn around, climbing down the ladder.
I walk into the Master’s Bedroom. I remember sleeping with them when I was little. You see, when I was sent away from Spiritual, I was born a baby again, and assigned to parents. So, I slept in here until I was five years old. Because by then, I had to do smaller morning duties than what I do now, so, I was considered grown up. So now, I sleep upstairs in an itchy bed compared to the soft feather bed.
Normally I can’t resist crawling in bed with my parents, but today, I don’t. Instead I shake them both rigorously, until my Mother wakes up, with her beautiful long eyelashes fluttering, her lips moving to make a soft, Good Morning. And my Father leaned over and gave my mom a little seed on her cheek that blossomed into a beautiful pink rose.
By now, Lulay is up, and crying, as usual, and I run over to his cradle to pick him up, cuddle him into my arms, and sing a small lullaby to calm him down. Then, my mother startles me by saying, “Vanessa, can you please go to the kitchen and make us some Johnny Cakes and Strawberry Syrup with blueberries on the side?” I nod, puzzled a bit because, my Mother hates Johnny Cakes but, the puzzle is solved in a few moments. I need to catch the bus later on.
I make Johnny Cakes lickety split. We made basic conversation. I didn’t really care. I then heard my alarm clock going off in my bedroom. It must be seven o’clock. I did hit the stupid snooze button on it this morning. I’ll press it again, and it’ll ring when it’s time to leave for the bus.
I then trudge to the ladder, and up the steps, twist the knob so sharp it almost falls off. I see my clock vibrating, and jumping up and down. I run over to press the snooze button. Then I jump down from my door instead of using the ladder.
“What did we talk about missy?” my mother asks. “Not, to jump down from my door.” I reply with a smirk on my face. She nods, and gave me a signal to get dressed.
I walk back up there feeling that I wasted all of my energy. I unlock my trunk, and pull out a nice outfit that my mom can’t say no to. It was a very light pale baby blue blouse with ruffles near the button in the front. And I had a silken pale baby pink skirt that reached my ankles. I then grabbed my necklace. It had a rose on it. The rose had pink, red, white and purple. It was beautifully crafted from the finest sterling silver wire. I wear it everywhere.
I grab my book bag, and run out the door and jump down after I unplug my ridiculously stupid clock. I run to the bus stop, taking a pony-tail holder and some barettes out of my bag’s pocket. I’m a little early, so, I put my hair in a bun like I was supposed to do this morning.
When the bus finally gets here, I hop on, and take a seat in the back. I walk through spit balls and licorice being thrown on my journey there. It was a long ride to the school. I decide to open the back door when we get there instead of getting yelled at by the bus driver.
I walk to the office, grab my locker number, and go. I run to my locker, using the code, 48-6-30-5, it opens and then I throw my stuff in there, lock it, and I start getting repelled from it.
When I turn the corner, I see the bully, well, I think it was a bully, because he’s big and he’s hitting a kid. I then turn around in the opposite direction, and hide in the shadows. But, while I’ve been in the shadows, I realize, I’m not at school anymore, I’m in a totally different parallel universe!
Chapter 2
Normally, if you wound up in a complete parallel universe you’d expect it to be all purple with a lot of weird strings of different and bright colors and lime aliens slugging their bodies around like on Sunday morning cartoons while you’re eating your Cocoa Puffs in your nightie. But it’s nothing like that. It’s still earth, although it is a totally different set of rules here. I can tell. Walking around gets me creeped out because of all the crimson screens with a purple handprint on it saying, Touch Me! Touch Me! I don’t dare touch any of them. Although, I might be tempted to touch the purple hand-print to see what it does. I’m very curious and have been like that forever!
Excuse Me?! Did you just say that you don’t want to touch the handprint? Someone asked around me. I was a tornado. Who would say that? I kept turning seeing if someone was under the ebony curtain with cobwebs capeting the soft onyx velvet that was creased down the middle for dramatic effect. I saw no one.
Then a sparkle caught my eye. I was on the end of a bobber being reeled towards it. It wasn’t a sparkle though, no, it was much more glorious than that! It was a beautiful crystal ball. It was so clear, and it had that soapy effect, I could have sworn that it was a bubble at first sight.
I couldn’t stop myself from being lead towards it. It had a feature, like someone had pushed a button, and I was being attracted towards it. The bubble, (I decided to call it that) was so marvelous! I couldn’t help touching it! Although, before I could lay a finger down, an old crooked figure appeared behind it. “Aaaah!” I screamed frightened. Then I realized it was like Sunday morning cartoons! This was the old witch that always wants Bugs Bunny!
The old hag has frosting white hair with a tint of blue in her hair along with red highlights. She’s also wearing a warlock’s robe and pointy hat with a green face covered in warts and bug bites. “Would you like me to tell you you’re fortune?” the old lady asks with a high-pitched voice that even makes the gnomes suck themselves down into the g- wait, what?
“Uh, uh, uh, mf, mf” I stutter. “Well I hadn’t got all day stupido!” she yells at me while I cower in my place. “Ugh, Mmmm….” I start again. She’s doing a gesture to a tick-tick-tick on her “invisible” watch. “Well, I’m afraid I can’t now because you’ve taken too l-” “Yes.” I then interrupt.
She gives me a wicked glare, a smile maybe. And the crystal ball then is fogging up with a bunch of lime smoke. And I really mean lime smoke. The smoke is lime green and full of limes! “You will send everyone on the Earth plane to this Interesting plane.” She says. I’m freaked out, so I just walk away.
I follow a dirt path into an evergreen forest. The
wonderous tree leaves keep getting tangled into my face. I’m tired. I stayed up all night watching the rest of Fantasia. I must rest. I must. So, I very well have to place myself down. Fighting it, I touch the tree. Then, I realize I touched the purple handprint. Then that voice, I hear it again. I hear the invisible man’s voice. It says to me, Thank-You. All of your people from Larisieta will be transported from the Earth plane to the Interesting plane. Thank-You for visiting! No. No, No, No!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 1
A Real Life Situation
There’s Charlotte. The new girl. You hate her. You don’t care if she asks you to be her friend. You’ll say no. You’re the popular girl! Popular girls are flawless when it comes to beauty. She, is flawed when it comes to beauty. You can see the ugly pale skin with obviously no bronzer that was applied. Her face is full of pimples and moles. She looks like a human dirt patty. You wouldn’t be caught dead around her.
Then, she starts coming towards you and your group. Then you finally say, “Don’t talk to her, got it?” you tell Rachel, Michelle and Sam. “Hello” she says sitting down at your table. “Hey, Mud-Pie” Rachel says making fun of her and laughing. She starts laughing a little bit then starts walking away with tears in her eyes.
You feel bad and catch up to her say you’re sorry, grab your lunch and walk to a different table with her.
Let’s Work With It
So, the main point of this small situation is don’t
judge a book by its cover. A girl may be really ugly on the outside but really pretty on the inside. Now, try to put yourself in Charlotte’s shoes. Which means try to use her point of view.
First, no one talks to you because you’re new. Everyone goes through that at least once in their life. It’s hard being the new kid. Everyone looks upon you as a stupid person. Now, I’ve been semi-new to a school before. I went to a that same school, then a different school then back at the other school. Now everyone was laughing at me, teasing me and stuff like that. I hated it. Everyone thought I was a retarded, short, stupid girl when I was putting all of my supplies away.
So, how would you feel if no one liked you? And then you overheard someone say not to talk to you? It would make you feel sad, right? Then someone calls you Mud-Pie? That is just messed up right?
No one should ever have to go through that. So, you should really try to find her true beauty. And yours too! Because your true beauty right now is dirty because you’re hanging out with a bunch of snot-filled tissues. You want to be a rose perfume, not a snot. So, try to find your true beauty.
How True is your Beauty?
Now, try to take this small little test to see how true your beauty is. And BE HONEST!
When God tells you you’re beautiful, then, you look in the Mirror, what do you think?
3 2 1
I think he is I think he is He is wrong.
totally true! semi-true. I I have a lot of
I am beautiful! look okay. pimples. Ah!!
Do you like the way God made you?
3 2 1
Yes! Totally! Sorda No!!!
If you could, would you change yourself?
3 2 1
No. A few things Yes!
7-9 points: You are completely proud to be you. You love how God made you! That is a very important virtue that very few people have. You should be very proud. Congratulations!
4-6 points: You kinda like what God made you like. You’re not so sure about why God made you like that and why you have to look like a mess sometimes. You’re lucky, most people can’t even admit that they look silly. Congratulations!
3 points: You really need to work on how you look. You need to appreciate what you look like! Or else, you’ll never be able to appreciate anything.
Verse of the Chapter
The verse of the chapter today is:
Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe,
~Hebrews 12:28
So now, talk to God about how you feel about your own body, complexion and things like that! And remember that this is part of God’s plan for you. And before you ask God about this, here is the “bar of Soap found in the chapter:
Soap in the Chapter:
The bar of soap is for being clean through your beauty.
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