The real Beauty and the Beast Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It's been a while since Mary last saw Zack. She hasn't been to the place. Zack is waiting for her. He wants to talk to her. But he also wants to know what curse this is and why he has it. He's been looking everywhere. But no solutions. But suddenly, he looked at this book. It said that the one that loves him the most, won't see anything at all. He got confused.

Mary decided to go to the library. As she was walking to the library, she smelt something. She smelt smoke. Now that's strange because there is no candles or anything in the place. She looked around. She followed the scent of the smoke. Soon she came to..Zack's door. She felt the door to make sure it isn't hot. She opened the door. She looked around, the smoke stinging her eyes like thousands of hornets. Then she saw Zack. He was on the floor unconsious. She ran over to him and coughed. She gently shooked him, hoping it'll wake him up. But it didn't. She grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the door. She was almost there, when the ceiling collapsed on her.

Zack woke up to smoke. He looked around and saw Mary under some pieces of wood. He layed there for a while in shock. He then got up and tried to get the pieces of wood off of her. While he was doing that, he started to yell her name to wake her up. She wouldn't wake up. He yelled louder. Still nothing. He couldn't get the wood off of her. He looked around, trying to find something to get the wood up. He couldn't find anything. Then Mary started to mumble. He looked at her. "Mary!" he yelled. She mumbled more. He knelt by her head. "Mary, you are okay. You are okay. I'm okay and you are okay." he said. She opened her eyes. He smiled. That gave him the power to lift the wood off of her. She groaned. He went back to her. "Mary, I'm going to be needing to pick you up okay? Tell me if it hurts." he told her. She slowly nodded her head. He gently placed his arms under her waist and under her knees. He began to gently pick her up off the floor. She screamed in pain. He put her back down. "I'm so sorry" he said. He looked around and saw a blanket. He ran to grab it. He came back and layed it next to her. "I'm going to be needing to put you on this okay?" he said. She nodded. He picked her up and quickly layed her down on the blanket as she squezzed her eyes shut. He grabbed on end of the blanket and started to drag her. She started to moan in pain. She groaned as he stopped so he could open a door. Finally after a lifetime, they reached the front door.

Mary has been asleep for 3 days now. Zack hasn't left her side.

Today Mary just woke up. It took her a month to wake up. She is all well. But there is one problem. She doesn't remember anything. Well, she remembers important stuff but she doesn't remember Zack. She screamed when she saw him. Now the scream wasn't because of what he looks like. She screamed because she doesn't know him and he is sitting there staring at her. You would scream when you see that, huh. Well he thought it was because of what he looked like. So he ran away. Before he left, Mary saw sadness on his face. This gentleman, she thought, was kind enough to stay with her. She looked around and saw that she had bandages around her torso. He must've saved me, she thought, and I screamed at him. She felt tears coming to her eyes. "I made him feel bad" she said quietly to herself. She started to cry. "I ruin everything" she wailed. She sobbed into her hands. She needed a hug. She looked around and saw no one there. "Everyone left me. I told them they will leave me. I told them." she yelled. She sobbed harder. "EVERYONE LEFT ME" she yelled as loud as she can. "I haven't" a voice said. She looked over at the direction the voice came from. She couldn't see anything because it was so dark. "W-what?" she asked with a break in her voice. "I haven't left you and I never will" the voice said. "W-who are you?" she asked. She saw this person come out of the darkness. She gasped. This man was handsome. "My name is Zack". "You" she breathed. Suddenly what happened came back to her.

The real Beauty and the Beast Chapter 1

    Chapter 1


Mary didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she was suppose to go to the left or the right. She didn't know if she was suppose to go up or down. All she knew was that she was suppose to go to this place everyday at 2:30 pm. No questions. No talking. She has to be quiet. If she scuffed her shoes against the floor someone would yell at her. Maybe something more. All she knew was that she was doing this since she was born. She didn't have a choice. She would be doing something then her feet take her to the place. She doesn't know where this place is. She looks around but the walls look different then it was the day before. She has to stay there until 6:30 pm. She has no memory of what happens during those 4 hours. She has tried to figure it out but she can't.

  Zack doesn't know how long he has. He has to be at a place by 2:00 pm. Well, he doesn't have to. He goes there just to see Mary. He watches her go to the place. He isn't creepy. He just loves her. He has to stay away from her, though. You know that beast from Beauty and the Beast? Well he looks like the beast. He showed himself when they were little and she screamed. He had to run away before anyone could find him. He desperatly wants to meet her, but he is scared she'll scream like she did.

*2:30pm* Mary is walking down the hall to the place. She looked to her right. There was a shadow. She looked away but looked back at it. She could've sworn she saw something. It must've been her mind. She's been seeing things down this hall since she was a little girl. She shrugged it off and went into the place.

*2:40pm* He cursed himself. He tried to go out but she almost saw him. "Why am I so horrid?" he asked himself. He looked in the mirror. All he saw was matted fur all over the place. He looked at his hands. Claws emerging from his fingers. He looked at the mirror to see his face. Sharp teeth and dark beady eyes. "Um s-sir?" a nervous voice asked. "What?" Zack snapped. The voice squeaked out a response. "What do you want?" Zack tried to ask nicely. "S-sir. You may not know me, but ummm, I-I have s-seen you and I want to k-know you and-" the voice was cut off. "Who are you" Zack asked. "I'm Mary" the voice said as she stepped into the light. Zack looked up and immeditaly covered himself. "You must go at once" he said. "But-" Mary started but decided not to. She mumbled something and started to walk away.

*6:59pm*  As Zack sat, Mary was watching him. He hasn't tooken off what was concealing him. She was about to leave when he took it off. She stared astonished at him. "Sir" she said. He jumped and turned around in great speed. "What are you doing here" he yelled. She shrunk back, scared. He saw her and sat back down. "I'm sorry.." he whispered as he put his head in his hands. "It's ok" she said quietly. "No it's not ok" he said. She sat down next to him. She put her hand on his shoulder. He jumped at the touch. "Look at me" she said. He shook his head. She grabbed his face and made him look at her. He looked at her. "W-why haven't you screamed or ran away" he asked. She looked at him confused. "Why would I run away" she asked. He gestured to himself. She still gave him a confused look. He sighed. "You are handsome. Why are you hiding?" she asked him. He stood up quickly. "I'm not handsome!" he yelled. "I have fur all over the place and I look like a beast!" he wailed and started to cry. She looked at him and left.

Random facts about me

I have no clue what to type. I had the most amazing ideas when I started the blogging. But now my brain is all blahhh. I can't think of anything to write. Ummmm. I'm about to just type um and blah and random words now. I'll just list random facts about me. Seems nice. Easy way for you to get to know me.

    Ok so. First fact about me is that I'm shy. I believe I have Social Anxiety. Do you know anyone who has Social Anxiety? Well the people who have Social Anxiety don't like to talk to people. When we go to buy something, we count our money lots of times before we actually buy something. Ordering food in a restuarant is hard because we stammer and stutter. I know I stammer and stutter. Recieving a phone call is like fire alarms going on. It's difficult. Another fact about me is that I was born in July. I'm born in summer and yet I hate the hot. I get grumpy and tired when I'm hot. It's weird.

  Another fact about me is that I love Disney movies. Watching Disney movies helps me become a kid again. I guess the reason why I like Disney movies is that something goes wrong. Two friends fight or something. But in the end everything goes good. I love the movie Penolpe (If that's how you spell it). It's about this girl who had a curse put on her. The curse caused her to look kind of like a pig. Pig nose and all. So her mom hid her. The only way for the curse to be unbroken is for her to marry a "pureblood". Her mom had guys come over and they got to know her. Then they saw her face. They run away screaming. This one guy saw her and he didn't run away. He loved her. She ran away. They never saw each other again. Then this "pureblood" guy came and proposed to her. He didn't love her at all. So the day they were going to get married, she ran out of the cermony. She ran to her room and locked the door. Her mom tried to get her back to the cermony, but she didn't want to. She yelled "I like myself the way I am", then bam! She got a regualar nose. She only had to accept herself for who she was. So then the guy that loved her met her again and they lived happily ever after.

   I like that movie because it makes me feel good about myself. That a guy would love me for me. I've always wanted that. After I watch the movie, I feel so good. I usually watch it before I go to bed. But when I get up the next day, I don't feel good about myself.

  Another fact. When I was in elementry, I had to have speech classes. I think I still do. I'm still not able to move my mouth the way it should for some words. I can't say alluninum correctly. I used to call tissues, nissues. I mispronounce lots of words. When I read out loud, I have to read a word in my head multiple times then say it out loud. But even then I get the word wrong. So I try to not read out loud in front of people.

  Another fact. I love cats. Actually the word love is a understatement. I got three cats at my house. One is named Tobie and he is a huge mainecoon. Another is Sophie and she is a calico russian blue. And the last is Percy who is a long haired cat. We don't know what kind he is. Tobie is like my baby. I care so much about him. When I'm in my room with him and I see a spider, I grab him and run out. I never allow him to go somewhere dangerous. I guess I'm way too overprotective. But I love him. Sophie is heavy. She is very very heavy. It's hard to believe that when our neighbors found her, she was praticly a twig. Percy, as you probably read from my other post, he is crazy. He is creme with orange. He is very very crazy. He acts like a dog sometimes even though he is a cat.

Another fact. I like hugs. They make me feel better. The warmth of someone else around me. I really like hugs if they are from a guy that is taller than me. But at 5 foot 7 and a half inches, there is not all that many guys taller than me. Well, there might be taller guys than me but I haven't met them yet. I hope I meet them soon or something.

Another fact. I'm bad at grammer. I say it don't make sense instead of it doesn't make sense. I have bad grammer. I have my own langauge too. It's called, cue magic hands, Tess speak. Not that good of a name but eh. My parents are still trying to figure out my langauge. My brother got it down nice and easy. I sometimes have troubles bringing a word from my head to my mouth so I have to change words. I get angry when I can't say the word even though I have it at the tip of my tongue.

Another fact. I fall a lot. I have been falling on my knees so many times and causing a scar on them that I forgot what my knees look like with out the scars on them. I've fallen on my tail bone so many times that it hurts if I'm leaning down or sitting for too long. My arms have scars from my cats, dogs, falling, and anything else I have done. (There is too many to count) My legs have so many scars from misquito bites. I have banged my head against the wall that i'm pretty sure I have brain damage or something. But now when I hit my head, I don't feel anything.

Another fact. I love the color blue. As you can't tell by my zipup and my glasses and my glasses case. It's funny that my room is all pink and I love the color blue. But I'm going to paint my room blue when I'm older. Maybe when I get my own house I'm going to have everything blue in my room. Blue ceiling, blue walls, blue rug, blue dresser, blue chandlier, blue everything. Well not my floor or my doors or my clothes.

That's all the facts I want to share.

Love story (a play)

 Narrator: This is a love story. It might not last for long but at least it's good now. So lets start it before it ends.

 Narrator: First you must meet the characters. Mary, Zack, and Tina! Come here.

Mary: Don't yell. I have a headache. (Holds head in hands)
Zack: Yeah don't yell. (Looks down as Mary glares at him)
Tina: Why do I have to be out here?
Narrator: Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. I'm in the zone. (Takes a deep breath) One day-
Tina: What do you mean one day? What's going on?
Narrator: Just act out what I'm saying. It's a play. Now shhhh. Now where was I.. Oh (Takes a deep breath)
*Scene changes into a house* *Tina and Zack leave as Mary lays down on a bed with phone in hand*
Narrator: One day Mary was sitting on her bed.
Mary: I'm soo bored!! No one is talking to me or able to hang out. (Looks at cat) At least you are here Tobie. (Cat gets up and runs away)
*Phone buzzes*
Mary: Someone texted me yayyyyy. (Grabs phone)
*On the phone*
Zack: Hi.
Mary: I'm angry at you.
Zack: Why?
Mary: You haven't answered my texts and you were talking to Tina. It made me feel bad.
Zack: I'm sorry.
Mary: It's ok.
*The next day*
*Someone in crowd boos.*
Narrator: SHHHHHHHH. It's going to get interesting.

*Mary is at Tina's house*
*The girls are talking about random stuff*
Mary: Zack texted me.
Tina: Oh really.
Mary: Yeah. There's something off about him.
Tina: Eh who cares.
Mary: (Shrugs)
*Mary looks at phone*
Mary: I love his dog though. I'm going to steal it from him.
Tina: (Watches the TV) Okay. Have fun.

*On the phone*
Zack: Mary I want to try something
Mary: Ok...
Zack: I love you
Mary: (Says to Tina) Zack just told me he loves me. Ermerger!!! (On the phone) ....
Zack: I'm sorry. I should go (Insert crying face)
Mary: No no no don't go.

Narrator: This is all. It got ruined. I was on a roll too. Well, bye I guess.
Mary: Bye
Zack: Bye
Tina: Bye

Happyness

Happyness stuff right here. Feeling bad, read this stuff. Drop whatever you are doing and read.


So you know how students are complaining about school? I bet the teachers complain about it too. Complaining about how the kids are not doing this, not doing that, blah blah blah. I bet they make little plays about their day. They possibly hope to make it into a movie. I bet the sit at their computer at home, typing down everything that they have seen. They show their spouse and maybe kids what happened and they laugh. I bet they dream about us too.

 Lets go to happy memories shall we? Okay. Ummmmmmm let me think. Oh oh oh. So I was about, eh let's say, 10. About that age. So I had two cats and one dog. So I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard a hiss and a whimper. I looked around and saw that Roanin (our dog at the time) had a bloody nose. One of our cats had a satisfied look on his face. Now that's strange. Then I realised that our cat scratched Roanin's nose because Roanin was being mean. So I told my mom what happened and we both laughed. My mom cleaned up his nose with the help from my brother. After Roanin was all cleaned up, my mom called my dad. She told him that her cat gave his dog a bloody nose. Now think about that. A innocent cat gave a dog that is 10 times the size of him, a bloody nose. Maybe even 13 times the size. We didn't let Roanin forget about that.

  After a few years when I was 13, another thing funny happened to Roanin. My mom gave him a treat, okay. So him being smart, he got it stuck behind his tongue. He started to freak out. Like, he was running all around the house. So my mom helped him. She got it unstuck and he licked her. He was so happy that my mom "saved his life" that he stayed by her side. He was almost literally stuck to her hip. He didn't leave her side until a week later. (Note: I was trying my best not to laugh out loud. I had to stop a couple times because the memory was too funny!)

  This is kinda mean but eh. So early last year, I was laying on my bed. My cat, Tobie, was laying next to me. I was bored so I rolled towards my cat. He rolled away from me. I guess he misjudged how much bed he was taking up because he fell off my bed. Now, I should've jumped to grab him but, I laughed. I laughed really hard. The look he had when he fell off my bed was priceless. He gave me the worst glare ever. I told him I was sorry, but I was laughing to hard to make it sincere. So now everytime he is on my bed, I pretend to push him to see him freak out. Yep I'm nice to my cat.

  Oh speaking of cats, I got a new kitten. He is.....special. He runs around, goes into the garage, gets stuck, acts like a spazz attack. He is the best cat ever though. But when you pick him up, he wants to be on your shoulder. We had a cat that loved to be carried like a baby. But this cat climbs up onto your shoulder. He acts like a parrot. He gets onto your shoulder and just lays down. I've gotten many, many scratches from him climbing onto my shoulder. I even have 3 scars from him! Anyways, he loves faces. When you are laying down, he bites your chin. He bites your nose. He bites anything he could reach. He almost put a hole in my nose. But then he licks your face, so then it's okay. He wakes people up too. The way he wakes me up is by jumping on my head, biting my head, scratching my head. He attacks my head just to wake me up. Then he lays down on my feet. Then gets up and attacks my head again. When I pick up my head, he lays down on my pillow. Really? You just woke me up to lay down on my pillow? Seriously cat?

 My other cat wakes me up by meowing in my face and dropping stuff on my head. He only does it if I don't wake up from him hitting his head against my arm, face, legs, and back.


I had this cat. His name was Tiger. He was the best cat that my mom could ever ask for. He was actually a really good cat. Except for the fact that he climbed up the Christmas tree. Every time we put it up during the Christmas time, he was in it. He would actually climb in, lay down, and fall asleep. It was crazy. And I remember one time, there was a spider on the ground. I think it was a black widow. But anyways, he stepped on it. He stepped on it. Like, there was no yelp, no hiss, no nothing. Just walked onto it and walked away. I'm glad to say that the spider was in no pain during his last moments. He was my hero at that time. Another funny thing that Tiger did was that he went outside and got a mouse. He tried to bring it in but my mom yelled at him to put it back outside. Now, people say that cats don't listen to us. Tiger put the mouse back outside. But before he did that, he gave my mom a dirty look. It was like he was saying, ' um excuse me but this is a present'. Not many cats do that.

When we got Tiger and his brother (Tobie), my dad had both of them in his backpack. It was a suprise to my mom. So when he got older, we noticed he liked being in boxes, backpacks, anything that he could fit into. It was funny seeing him looking up at you purring while in a box. 

How I deal with grief

  How I deal with grief. Lots of people say that they know how. But not all of the steps works for some people. So this is how I deal with grief.

  Everyone has someone who passed from their family. Some had animals pass. I've had more animals pass than someone in my family. So first is how I deal with animals passing.

  First let me tell you about my last dog that was put down. Roanin ( pronounced row-nin) was a yellow lab. But sometimes he thought he was a lap dog. He was funny. During storms he would shake. We had to give him "happy pills". Not too much though. If you were sick, he would be right next to you. He was a lovely dog. But that had to change. You see, he had a sickness that had no cure. He didn't eat, he didn't play, he did nothing but sit and sleep all day. It was really bad. When I found out, I thought it was my fault. If I would've told my parents that he was skinny, if only I told them something is wrong with him. We caught the sickness too late. So the day after Thanksgiving, you could tell. You could tell he was going. The cats were all around him. He looked up at you with sad eyes. Not puppy sad, but sad eyes. You wouldn't have known unless you saw him. So my mom set a appoiment for him. Her and my dad took him to the vet. I told my friend and we both cried. When they came back, it was like the Devil set his dark, black blanket on our house. I spent the whole day crying. But then, I wouldn't cry. No tear came to my eyes when I talked about him. I thought I went crazy. I thought I became heartless. That was until I read that some people don't want to realize that someone or something left them so their mind tells them that they are still here. So one day I came home from school. I saw a tin on the dining room table. I picked it up and saw "Roanin Sigler July 23 2007- November 25 2014". I looked into the living room to see that his bed was gone. No trace of dog in the house. Then bam, it hit me. He's gone. He left me. The only comfort during rainstorms. The only comfort when there is loud fireworks outside. He's gone. I cried. But I had to clear my face because we were going out. How I deal with it is looking at the good side. We don't have to get up in the middle of the night. I don't have to be scared he's going to bite me. We don't have dog fur all over the house. But that seems selfish. Doesn't it? I've been doing good. I haven't cried a lot about missing him. Sometimes I wish I can hold him and cry.