This is actually an assignment I had in English class. We had to put 30 of our vocab words in a creative piece….and this is what I did! XD I thought I might as well stick it on here, but I was too lazy to take out all the bolding of the vocabulary words used. So you’ll just have to ignore those. I hope I get a good grade and don’t scare my teacher too much. If anyone here has read my story Two Worlds, these are characters from it…..doesn’t TRULY follow the plot of the fic itself, but it was bubbling around and I had to use them. All in the character Andrea’s PoV.

To Be Alive

I never thought it would be like this, that my whole life would be drown of despair. Everything I’d worked so hard to obtain was blown away swept away before my eyes. It’s impossible to duplicate what I had. We were fine! We’d been safe in battle and were winning, but they disarmed us and we lost. My sister was killed as was my best friend, Zach. My divine home fell for the last time along with them, nothing was left.

“Andrea,” a voice beside me called and I looked up towards the source.

“What do you want?”

He looked up at me blankly and if I was my old self, I would have hit him over the head with anything I could find. “Cut your drama act, Ridge. It’s old and stained and I’m in no mood to deal with you.”

“Due to the fact that you said that yesterday, I’m not acknowledging a responds to that.”

“Shut up, Ridge,” I hiss in agitation, standing from the table and diverging from the café. I know he watches as I leave, but I don’t care. I can’t even distinguish the sky anymore. I used to be able to see my planet, but now…

I sigh, shaking my head and stopping on a part of the sidewalk. There’s no point to attend school anymore, the last essay I wrote a week ago was about life and I got a D+ on it because the teacher called it false. I simply stated that I wasn’t human and my life has always been about destiny, but she didn’t believe me and I tore my paper to shreds, resisting the urge to change my bodily form right then and there and attack. I’m a disciplined creature I will admit, but it doesn’t mean I have a low temper and now of all times was terrible to get on my bad side.

My true form is Draconian, equipped with wings, scales, claws, the works! The distribution of my power was just an option to save those who have died, but when I tried the spell, it failed. It failed! I failed! There was an essential piece of information about our enemy that I failed to grasp hold of, and it was my fault. None of my guardians could have saved me, for they all were killed as well.

I give a light growl that plays from my mouth, glaring at almost everyone who passes. Humans don’t understand and they never will, how could they? How could they possibly know what it’s like to have no family left and nowhere to truly go? I say all I need is to buy a sticker saying ‘discontinued due to lack of life’ and fasten it to my forehead. Poor little me would get stares, but what’s left of my dignity burnt away, literally.

“Hey kid, you ok?”

I glance up and narrow a cold, iced gaze to some store owner. I’m not a kid. This is a disguise and if anyone wants me to prove it, I’m glad to! My pale hand raises and I wave him off, but the motion causes me to look at a ring on my right hand and my eyes begin to water. Immediately I rip the band of gold from the finger, throwing it to my side and watching it roll down the road and into a sewer. I regressfrom the shop keeper in the need of getting away, unable to bare his unusual looks he sends me from amber eyes.

“Wait a second…” I hear a whisper from my mouth and look around the center of town. Why should I keep masked away from the world? There’s no point to hide anymore. I start to speak out in my native tongue. No longer keeping my true Terraian form discrete, two large scaled, snow hued wings sprout from my humanoid back. They curve around a bit before I move them just enough to ascend through the air, high above the feeble town. I’m really glad I’m not a diplomat, otherwise I’d be worried for the people below.

A smile curls in a false manner over my face as I gaze down below at the city. It’s dimensions are so different then what my real home used to be. There are a large array of buildings and stores, not much true green and fresh land.

“What’s with you lately, Andrea?” I jump and swerve around, body tense and ready to defend, but it was merely Anna. “Sorry, I forgot you’ve been real jumpy lately. I don’t blame you after what had happened, but really, Andrea! Get over it!”

“Get over it?” I shout in a bit of rage discharged from the back of my throat. “How do you expect me to simply ‘get over it’? There’s no more Terra, no more of the rest of our kin, and not even a doctrine of the planet!” I watched her shrink back with her own set of cerulean wings upholding her in the air.

“Gomen nasai…”

I snort at her apology, her disposition starting to stir annoyance from the depths of my complex mind.

“Anna,” she blinks up at me, “why is it that no one can simply leave me alone?” I growl and a fire raises in my eyes, watching her until I drop down into a dive, the blurred distortions of the city below coming into view. I let my body float horizontally a moment before letting my feet feather against the ground, moving to stand erect after they fully touched.

This city is actually very dignified, weighed down with hidden meanings that most of my kind understand, but the humans don’t. The humans here are diluted by the fact that they believe space holds little green men, but they would never believe in what was really up there. They can’t see our planet, and as a matter of fact we can’t either anymore.

I know we walk the streets and hide our true nature and basically hold back out identity. It hurts sometimes, but perhaps Anna was right to try and get over our losses. The discontentment of Earth has only grown to an unbelievable limit because our home is gone, though we can’t blame the humans. There’s still doubt yet hopefully we can try to go back and dispense our joy and laughter like we did in the beginning. In all honesty, I miss doing such a thing.

Sitting on the backing of a near bench with my feet on where people normally decide to sit, I smile lightly and fold my wings behind in a crease. People are watching me and it’s good for them to see that this world holds many differences. My kin; the Terraians are a destitute race now, but we’ll make good of it. Now what hope has been disabled from our minds simply needs to be reborn and only then we can say that the end it near.

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Ha….Yeah ok…. *shrugs*