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Hate to break it to you, Jeremey (you still going by that?) but you still haven't heard me swear. Was quite a bit in character when I was typing.

And to my dear Twimmie: You get 2 (two) bonus points! Yes, Sam had a different name. It was originally Slightly, but some parts work better with the name change. She needs the nickname. Consider the part I thought up during work:

Sam is asked what her name means by the boy she likes. Her answer?

"It means my parents wanted a boy."

Bonus points to whoever can tell me where that came from. More in the morning.

Just a Bit of Story . . .

The stillness in the room was made all the more overwhelming by the interruption of Sam irregularly gasping for breath. Severus had gone too far, and he knew it. But he had to know why she refused to protect herself from the abuse. And now, he had his answer.
He moved towards Sam and grabbed her by the shoulders too hard. He saw the fear in her eyes but couldn’t be concerned with it now. This was too important.
He spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. “Never — say — that — again.”
She avoided looking at him.
“Do you understand me, Samantha Snape? Never!”
She didn’t move, staring at the ground, seeming to study his shoes. “Yes {sir}.”
“No, Sam. Listen to me: you never once deserved it.”
She looked up at him, a strange look on her tear-stained face.

[That's the first time he calls her Sam instead of Samantha.]

You May of Noticed I Haven't Been Around . . .

But here I am! 6:00 in the morning and wide awake.

Sorry I haven't written. Working 8 hour days, 8:00-4:30. Don't got a lot of time to myself.

Been working on a new story, 'bout this kid named "Sam." It's a fanfic, Harry Potter. (Damn those movies!) Anyway, it's about Snape and Sam. A preview:

Then {Samantha} spotted Snape, and stopped short.

“Hello, you. Come to watch the game?”

“No, I came to eat the refreshments.”

She gave him a weird look. “They aren’t really all that good.”

“Of course I came to watch the game!”

"Oh.” There was an uncomfortable pause. “So, how’s school going?”

“Do not address me as if I were a school child,” Snape sneered. Then, seeing the uncomfortable look on the girl’s face, quickly added, “But, since you ask, it’s going well. Your games?”

She gasped excitedly. “I been in 38 death matches, you know, but I only won 37!” She was obviously proud.

“How did you manage that?” he managed to ask.

“Both us players went unconscious afore neither one of us could kill the other. So we both lost!”

“That’s—” Severus searched for the right word, “—interesting.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. ‘Nyway, I gotta go now. Gotta warm up properly, least I sustain injury.”

Just as an aside, the game isn't deadly, 'cept for the death matches. My favorite line?

“Well, that was a lovely wake-up call,” Sam muttered. “I wish every day could start like this.”

Another idea I'm thinking about includes the long lost Genie-hunters. Nobody remembers them. There'd be five or six hunters total, all with witch-hunting licenses. Better'n genie-hunters. 'Course, hunting's not as cruel as it sounds. Onna my characters said, "Maybe it should be called witch-'talking.'"

Another Story to Come?

Yes, Jeremy, I was in a hurry. I had two tests and a project due that day.

I'm working on an idea that is about a girl named Slightly. (You think that's odd? No. It's not.) She has friends with names like Punker, Thirdly, and Best. (And Joe, but don't ask about that. Joe is a girl, despite the spelling.)

What's the plot? I have no idea.

Oh, and the reason I haven't been writing is I got the job. I have no time to type this stuff everyday.

Clarification!

By "I am getting so sick of this" I meant that I was getting "tired of it" which is a saying that means "I want to work on something else. Something without aliens."

And THAT means the story is about to end. Which it did.

Jadie asks where baby Lieums come from, so Ben tells her (though we don't get to know. It just concludes with "and that's where baby Lieums come from." Jadie thinks it's disgusting.) Soon, he gets suspicious. So he asks and she can't lie. She's a good Kinssa. All Kinssa are good. No Kinssa lie. Therefore Jadie did not lie. That's not true. She didn't lie, but I would think that white lies are okay. The good kind.

Nobody is willing to leave without her. Good thing. Jack wants to throw his make-shift knife at the Lieum, but ALL of the Kinssa think that murder is bad. So he decides to wound him. I don't know what happens. Ben screams.

The end. Now I've gotta think of another story.

I'm Getting SO Sick of This

My story, I mean. Think about it. I've been writing this for over a month. I think. But in any case a very long time! I want my freedom back! *sob*

Anyhow, Jack hasn't read the Bible as I said yesterday. He guesses that 'they' all live happily ever after. Jadie corrects him, telling him it's about Nero, who really is 666. After all, her mother was an anthropologist who specialized in Earth history. Keiki accendently mentions who Jadie's mother really is.

The queen! (You'd think a race so advanced wouldn't have monarchy. Mabey it's for the best.) Anyway, she never ruled, though Jadie's grandmother did.

Bernie comes along. All I can say is: it's no wonder he runs a pretzel stand.

Several days pass. (We never hear the plan, BTW. This is because I hadn't thought of it yet. Besides, if we knew now, we'd stop reading the story. We'd stop writing it too!)

Jack is like a child on a long car ride. "Is it time yet? Is it time yet?" Finally, Jadie tells him that it will be shortly, in exactly 14 minutes. Jack wants to know what to do. She says, "nothing." He is disappointed. It was, after all, his idea.

Finally, Jadie tells him to go secure Marky. (The Ship, not the little girl!)