Diary

So I think the people I've been emailing at the school have been talking or at least communicating with Mr. Bio because he mentioned something about angry emails in class today when I was trying to explain to him that I had never heard of what he was talking about. And he was saying it was my fault for not knowing what something was or where it was in the school.
I kind of can't help I had never heard of the technology he was talking about before because no one ever mentioned it. Not a soul. At Art Institute of Atlanta-Decatur we had a thing called a lunch box we used to see a rough test of something before scanning it in the computer.
Apparently this thing, which name I don't remember, is basically the same thing only you can save it and go back and edit order and stuff and it puts it in a Toon Boom file for you.
Though I find it funny that he wasted 5 minutes trying to show me how to add more frames after I had already figured which button he needed to press after he pressed the button to remove frames. I mean it was the button right next to it and yet he keeps clicking the exposure button like that's supposed to do it and then being confused. I found it amusing,  because a similar thing happened the one day he showed me how flash works.
But the fact still remains, if he knows I'm writing emails with my concerns to Dean Dawes, why hasn't Dean Dawes contacted me back? She had to have read the email if she communicated with Mr. Bio about what I wrote her.
It just makes me more annoyed. Do they ever respond? Barb e-mailed me back. We set up meetings to talk. I don't like showing up to meet someone without a meeting. I grew up being told that was rude. Plus,  without an appointment you can't guarantee that someone will be there to talk to.
This place just confuses.
Also I think the only reason he showed me the thing when I asked was because he didn't want me to write another email to Dean Dawes or anyone else. My aunt already wants to know his name so she can talk to the school about what I've been dealing with too. I know she'll actually keep going til she gets an answer, but I don't want to stress her out or make her health worse. So I've been with holding it from her. I still just wish someone would respond to my emails.
Hugs,
Krissie

Disguise Escape

Amelia hummed an old children's song as she walked through the market. Everyone was in high alert looking for her and the Dragon she had made. Her nearly white hair wasn't hard to miss, so they were sure they'd find her in no time. But if she dressed like a nun, her hair couldn't be seen. Sure she was fair skin, but so was sister Martha and sister Claira. Everyone would confuse her for one of them or another sister. The basket she carried with both hands appeared to contain a huge load of laundry. Though hiding in the mass of clothes was her pet dragon. Though he was only the size of a dog, he was still pretty heavy. She struggled to carry it to the laundry mat, but she couldn't risk anyone else carrying the basket. If the dragon let out a growl at anyone carrying the basket, she would be found out.
She smiled I relief as the laundry mat came into view. She walked inside and smiled at the man at the counter. She walked to the back and peaked out the small window. Her truck was still there. Untouched. She looked back and saw the attendant busy with a magazine. She pulled out clothes and placed the in a washer. The Dragon looked up at her with large eyes. She held her finger to her mouth as a single not to make a sound. She carefully wrapped him in a blanket and picked him up like a child. She dumped the rest of the clothes in the washer. She looked back up to make sure the attendant wasn't looking and slipped out the back door. She closed it soft and slow so it wouldn't make a sound. She got into the truck and placed the Dragon in the seat beside her.
"Stay down till I say so," Amelia whispered. She pulled the keys out of the robe's pocket and started the car. It wasn't the best car, but she only needed it to get out of the town. She started the car and drove away. She glanced in the mirror to see that only two people looked up at her truck, but went about their day after a quick glance at the loud engine.
"I've never been happier to own such a plane looking car," Amelia laughed in relief.

Diary

I went by the registration office on my School to ask who was the head of the animation department. They never answered me. Instead they gave me the class registration sheet that I've already filled out before. I'm so frustrated with them. Why can't you answer my question?
My classes start at 3 and end at 6. They're closed by the time I get out at 6. And then I normally have work before school... ugh... so eh.
The Art Institute of Atlanta is just awful. I really don't want to be here anymore.
I've begun drawing comics of me committing suicide. That's not a good sign for my mental health and I know it.
I actually had one person tell me to stay since I only have 2 classes left. But how can I make a portfolio of animation in 22 weeks when Mr. Bio keeps sending me back to the storyboards because they're not good enough and then have him upset about the lack of animation I have when he's the one who told me to do one step at a time in the animation process. It's frustrating! That person actually told me to just ignore me and make my stuff.
I actually like that idea because he's no help anyway. I do just wanna make my own things but if it's not what the Art Institute of Atlanta wants, then there is a high chance they won't accept it and that upsets me.
What's the point of even staying in this unhealthy place?
Hugs,
Krissie

A rainy night

Laying bare my heart, the sky is a deary grey, but I don't mind. The wind's been blowing for hours, causing the window shutters to clatter. Trees brushing against the house create such an odd scratching sound.
It's different then what it was like at the church were I grew up. There was always a soft chatter. The nuns would read the bible softly. Others assuring the children afraid of the rain and thunder that it was all ok.
"We'll have beautiful plants thanks to God's rain."
I smiled at the memory of Sister Bertha's statement. It was such a cute statement. It always brought me a chuckle.
My new home was nothing like the church. It was two stories with a basement. It was just me. The awkward silence was weird, but I also found it welcomed.
A soft sneeze broke me out of my thoughts. I glance at the small creature curled up on my bed. He was curled up in the sheets.  He was about the size of a puppy now.  He twitched in his sleep and I placed my hand on in his head.
"Ssh. .. It's alright. Just a storm. It's going to be okay." I assured the creature. A part of me still couldn't believe I had created this animal. It was so small and fragile, and yet it wasn't a normal occurrence in this world. I had made this creature in the basement with made science. If any of the sisters knew what I had done They would label me a witch and take this creature as an abomination against God.
I feared that. Would they treat him cruelly?  Would they kill him? I didn't like any of those notions. They made me afraid.
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Krissie: a little bit of a story about dragons I wanted to revisit.

Kiss on Cheek (ShadAmy Fanfic)

Shadow stared at the script in his hands. "What's the point of this?" He turned to the pink hedgehog.

"It's a script for a play," Amy arranged the puppets on the table. "It'll keep the kids entertained."

"And I have to help with this?" Shadow stared at the script like it was something gross.

"Yes," Amy nodded. "They don't want you too close to the kids after the climbing incident."

Shadow grunted. "They're the ones who wanted to climb trees. I just left them."

"When they refused to come down you chaos speared one of them." Amy arched an eyebrow at him.

"I didn't hit him. It only went passed them." Shadow defended.

"You scared them all so bad that one fell and broke his leg," Amy stared at him with a blank face.

Shadow shrugged as he stared at the script. "So why does the girl in the tower randomly kiss the knight?"

"As a thank you for saving her," Amy explained, "It's a common thing for girls to kiss guys who save them from danger on the cheek."

"Even in real life?" Shadow asked.

"Yep!" Amy beamed.

Shadow stared at the pink hedgehog before turning back to the script. "So how many times have you kissed Sonic for saving you?"

Amy blushed. "No," she shook her head, "Sonic would never let me kiss him."

Shadow nodded, "So is that why no one kisses me on the cheek?"

Amy turned bright red. Shadow found the reaction amusing. "They probably think you'll chaos spear them if they do."

Shadow crossed his arms. "That is a fair point. I dislike most contact with people, but I wouldn't spear you Rose."

Amy let out a nervous chortle as she finished the last of the puppets. "I think baking you chocolate cake is a better show of my thanks for saving me."

Shadow frowned. "Are you afraid of kissing someone on the cheek, Rose?"

Amy turned bright red. "It's embarrassing isn't it?" She threw up her hands in a gesture. She took the puppets and placed them in the proper spots on the small stage. "Let's just run through the play once before we preform for the kids."

Shadow hummed as he walked over to her. He bent down and picked up a puppet. He put his hand inside and made the puppet do a weird dance. He then tugged on a soft pink quill.

Amy turned to him and arched an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?" She mumbled as he tugged a little harder.

"I want you to come here."

Amy rolled her eyes. Shadow loved to be bossy. She scooted over to him. "What is it?" She tilted her head to look up at him.

Shadow leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek. Amy froze as safe felt heat rush to her face. Shadow slowly pulled back and whispered in her ear, "That's an appreciation for all the times you've saved me."

Amy stayed staring down. All she could see where the little puppets lined up on the stage.

Shadow's ear twitched as he pulled back from the pink hedgehog.  "Excuse me while I silence the witnesses." A few small eeps were heard as Shadow dashed off into the air. Amy could hear the footsteps of the little spies running away, but Shadow quickly caught them.
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Krissie: I wanted to write a cute ShadAmy fabric. I hope you enjoy it.

luce Pam

KRISSIE: So my body is shedding it's uterian lining, so now I'm writing some Luce and Pam goodies.

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Luce fidgeted his fingers. He wasn't expecting to see Judas today. Judas was a demon like Luce. But even it came to caliber, they were two different breeds.

Luce hadn't had work in nearly half a century. His orange eyes and anime boy hair didn't help him look like a demon either.

Judas was big and buff. It was like he was always working out. His hair was combed back and shiny from some jell. His golden eyes had black whites and could place feat in anyone. Plus, he was really popular and always had work. He was barely able to come to any of the demon gatherings they had.

"Hey," Luce finally choked out. "What brings you here?"

"I heard you finally got work, so I came to see how it was going." Judas smiled. His fangs with an ivory white.

"Thanks," Luce nodded.

"So how is it going?" Judas mused, "They didn't mistake you for some Goth kid, did they?"

"Kind of..." He rubbed his arm, embarrassed. "But I've got it all cleared out now."

"That's good. So what did this job In tell?" Judas leaned in with excitement, "Killing someone? Torture? Making someone go insane?"

"Uh..." Luce let his eyes wonder on the ceiling for an answer.

"Luce have you seen my hair brush?" Pam's voice echoed through the house.

Judas stood still with a confused look. Luce could only cringe.

"Well?" Pam opened the door to the bathroom. She froze as she stared at Judas. "Please tell me you aren't planning on filming gay porn while I'm at work today."

Luce snorted at the comment. He tried to stop but more laughes just come tumbling out of his mouth. He finally fell to his knees laughing. Judas just stared at Pam.

Pam was a curvy 20 something by the looks of it. Her hair tumbled over one of her shoulders. She wore a loose tan top that he could see every detail of her chest through it. Her lower half was cover by a pair of pajama pants with cats on them.

"Kinky job, huh?" Judas turned to look at Luce who was fighting to stop his laughter on the floor. "I never thought you would be a demon people would summon for sex."

"Whoa!" Luce stopped laughing. "That's not what this is."

"I'm not judging y'all, but he's not my type," Pam stated as she walked around the room looking for her hair brush.

"Then what kind of job is this?" Judas helped Luce off the floor.

"My summoning circle was used as a design for feminine products." Luce spoke rapidly. "Pam," he gestured to the woman, was wearing one of them. Her blood on it summoned me and I came. Now I'm doing whatever she wants for the next 7 or so days."

"So she's on her period and you became a butler?" Judas tried to grasp his brain around it.

 

update on art institutes

So I emailed Dean Dawes, who I was told I needed to bring my concerns up too again. I still haven't heard from this person. Pretty sure they're ignoring me because it's been a week since the first email and I sent the second this Monday or Tuesday.

Warning to ask people looking to attend the Art Institute of Atlanta: Don't. Just don't. They're not a good school to go to. Go some where else but there. I wouldn't even recommend any of the Art Institutes.

I'll let you know if anyone even bothers replying to me.

Art Institutes - My Dilemma

So I'm at an impasse here in my life. Happy valentines day for those reading this the day it's written, but for those not, this post is full of rage and sadness. So please, feel free to click away to one of my funny fanfics on this blog.

So as many of you know, I am currently attending the Art Institute of Atlanta. Originally I was at the Atlanta-Decatur campus. I transferred over to the Atlanta campus for a few reasons.

1. They were closing the Decatur campus.

2. They were offering a grant for transferring over to the Atlanta campus.

3. I had a teacher constantly sending me to the internet to teach me how to use the program he was supposed to be teaching me for that class. This is probably the most important reason that I transferred over. I just wanted to get far away from that teacher as possible.

So the Atlanta campus is a lot different than the Decatur campus. It's 2 hours away from my home by Marta compared to Decatur's 45 min to 1 hour Marta travel time. A lot of their equipment is older then what was at Decatur. Not to mention, if you want food you have to either walk 15 minutes to Costco or get on your car and drive some where or get on Marta and go over a station to get the mall for food.

when I first got to the Atlanta campus, they had a subway in the student lounge. So during the two hour period between my classes, I could get dinner really quick and go work on school work. However, that closed about 2 quarters in to me being there.

Sure they have two "Restaurants" on the 5th floor run by the culinary department. But they're over priced and I'm not sure if they have students working there and if they're getting paid for it.

In fact, I got a turkey sandwich from there once and the turkey wasn't cooked enough. The meat was pink in the middle. I got diarrhea from this burger for 4 days afterwards thanks to it. So I haven't gone back there once since then.

Another problem I encountered is that I told to have at least two different types of work at AiAD that were connected. For example, my boyfriend was originally doing 3d modeling and 3d animation because the AiAD department head said he was good at that and encouraged him to put it in his portfolio. The heads here only want you to do one thing and one thing only. Because I was going to do 2d animation and typographies. But when faced with only one ruled, I switched to typographies because I have more passion for that.

Later though I was put in a class and the teacher told me I couldn't because I wasn't a Motion Graphics student. He said I can only do either 2d or 3d animation because I'm an Animation student. However, my program reads Media Arts and Animation. So I don't know what's up with this guy.

Also that whole "Go to the internet to learn this thing I want you to do in this program" has been happening again by another teacher. I call him Mr. Bio. I'm not the only one who has problems with this teacher. Almost all of the Students have problems with him.

He has come to class and told us we needed to make a blog to go along with our assignment and that it was do that day. It was the first time any of us had heard about it. It also wasn't written on any of the of the papers for the project, I checked. He just thought of it and told us like he had told us forever ago as if he could just sweep it under the rug.

Another issue is He told me I needed to use fills for the backgrounds in Toon Boon, the program we have to use for the project. When I asked him how to create fills in the program, he just told me to look it up instead of showing me. He sent me to the internet to do his job. Why am I even paying to come here if you're just going to send me to the internet to learn?

like wtf?

I actually emailed the school counselor had had been in touch with because I have had suicidal thoughts. Which by the way, this school brought those back for me. But I emailed her about my issues and concerns only to find out she no longer worked at AiA. So I emailed another women she put me in contact with. She told me I needed to contact someone else but never gave me that person's contact info. She actually got me confused with another student who already had the other person's contact information. So after we got that confusion squared away, she forwarded my email to the other person. That was Monday, it's Tuesday night and I have yet to hear from this 3rd person. At all.

it's kind of headache inducing.

I feel like I'm falling through the cracks here. For the first time in my life I'm reaching out for help and no one is there. I remember in elementary, middle, and high school, there was a teacher that pulled me aside at least once or twice to ask if I was ok. One actually asked if I was suicidal. I lied and told her no because I felt shame because of it. Like if you admit to it, you're broken and not even tape can fix you.

But here, I'm finally asking for help. I'm finally asking questions and it seems like they just want me to shut up and get into some hive mind little march. I try to speak and I just shut down with go look it up or you need to talk to so and so.

It's frustrating, depressing, and rage inducing.

I've begun fantasizing about jumping on the train tracks and walking into the lights of a moving train.

That's what this school has done to me. It's brought back my suicidal thoughts and made it worse.

Today I read the Email about how the Art Institute of Atlanta didn't meet the Gainful Employment standard and that basically of they don't meet it by the next time they take it, federal student loans won't work there. The only way I'm able to go to that school is because of grants and loans.

Now the reason I chose to go to AiAD is because out of the 3 colleges I looked at for animation in Georgia, they were the cheapest. I wanted to stay in Georgia because I was afraid to move out of state without family. I was also fresh from high school. Well actually still in high school when I was enrolled for AiAD.

To be honest most of the stuff I learned was basic stuff I had read in books or online. About the only thing that really happened was I learned after effects and some of Toon Boom.

the only really good thing about going to AiAD and AiA was that I meet a lot of people (Students). One gave me a bunch of programs that I use often. One was an old friend from Middle school that I'm reacquainted with now. Another is my Patron on Patreon and good friend. Another is my boyfriend is also a student.

I got a job at the mall by AiA because since I had such a large gap between classes, I began walking around the mall with my friends. I saw a now hiring sign and applied. So now I have a job that I actually really enjoy. So I'll be thankful for the location of the school for that.

but to be honest, in that school, there is no place to really work there. There are 5 floors and all the labs with computers always have classes in them. There is really no open lab for us to work in when we need to. The only places you can really sit when you don't have class at that school is the lounge and the room with light tables in it. Which would be great if anyone of the teachers gave assignments that required you to use them. I normally sit in that room because it's normally fairly quiet with other students hanging out there.

it's just awful going there. I thought it was just normal school bs, so I bit my tongue and bore it but after watching videos of other former students of Ai talking about their experiences, I realized, it's not ok. My feelings of nervous apprehensions aren't wrong.

I know I only have portfolio production and portfolio left, but at the same time, do I really want to waste more of my time and money?

I was originally in portfolio production this quarter only to have the teacher, Mr. Bio, tell me that I work "Too slow" to be in that class, so I had to drop it and take a different class.

so now I'm sitting here contemplating if I wavy to drop out of this hell hole of a school or stay and struggle through and try to not commit suicide because of the stress brought on by this school.

that's all I can think to write right now. If you have any advice let me know in the comments.

Hugs,

Krissie

Classroom Monster

Sunny beamed as she finished the test. She wasn't the best at math, but she had studied hard. She was one of the last to be done, but she didn't mind. She took her time and she felt confident with that. She contemplated double checking her math, but her bladder told her otherwise.

She placed the paper on the teacher's desk. "I have to go to pee. I'll be back in a minute." She told the teacher bluntly before rushing to the bathroom.

Sunny washed her hands after she was done. She shook the access water off in the sink before grabbing a paper towel.

She hummed as she walked back to the classroom. Three kids were still taking the test. She pulled out her planner book ave opened it to the current date. She had listed the important things she needed to do. She checked off 'take math test' with a pink pen. She looked over the rest of her list. She had to take out the trash when she got home and a load of laundry. Afterwards she had to go patrolling with Benjie.

They hadn't come across many monsters recently. Which was good, but it left the magical girl feeling bored. She wanted to save the day like super heroes were supposed to. She absent mindedly twirled the heilos locket in her fingers.

 "Where do the monsters come from?" She thought wishfully. In almost all cartoons, the monsters came from a source. She wondered where hers came from.

A low growling sound began in the classroom.

Sunny froze as she felt the odd sensation she felt when danger was near. She turned to see that one kid in the middle two rows behind her was hunched over his desk. He was sweaty and a black cloud enveloped around him. He was the source of the low growling. The other kids who were near him were scooting away as far as they could without being in trouble. Sunny knew the boy wasn't good at math like her, so the sweating didn't surprise her. It was the thickening black cloud around him that concerned her.

What made it worse was that she couldn't tell if any of the other students could see the thick cloud like she could. She picked at her finger nails as she tried to figure out what it was she wanted and needed to do.

a loud growl escaped as the boy threw his head back. The thick smoke tightened around him creating a tight cocoon. The boy's body morphed into that of a monster. The students and teacher all jumped out of their seats. The monster picked up a desk and flung it across the room.

Confession ch3 (ShadAmy)

Confession Ch3 (ShadAmy fanfic)

KRISSIE: I am getting too invested into writing this. All well, you guys will get something good.

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Tails frowned as he was handed the disc. "It's your's to keep," he told him.

"I don't want it," came the bland reply.

Tails's frown deepened. "Is it too impossible to believe that she loves you? Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"She stated clearly that she likes our friendship the way it is," Shadow countered.

Tails clenched his fists. "But what about you?"

"There is nothing there," Shadow waved his hand.

"Liar," Tails spat, "How long are you going to swim in that Egyptian river?"

"As long as I please," Shadow stared at the fox. That was the problem with Tails. He was always honest. He was a good friend and always willing to support you. And in Shadow's case, encourage him to follow through with his feelings. Shadow just wished the fox would stop trying.

Tails glared at him. "So that's it to you? You're not even going to try? Not even a little?"

Shadow nodded.

"You have a chance," Tails crossed his arms. "A real chance. And you're just... What? Going to stand there like a nutcracker? Stare from the across the river and nothing else? Geez..." Tails pushed his hair out of his eyes. "You and Amy are both hopeless dolls on the shelves gathering dust at this point! You both like each other. I know it. You know it." Tails gestured with his hands. "I gave you proof of Amy's feelings and you're going to do nothing? Ugh!" Tails plopped down into a chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Why am I the only one trying to help you two get together? Amy's too afraid to destroy her friendship with you. Always muttering you have no interest in love and by the time you do, she'll be dead. Do you know how much it sucks to be the little bro in this situation?" He looked at Shadow with a look of wry.

Shadow stood expressionless.

Tails sighed, "It's pointless fighting you. I'll never win this battle." He propped his head in his hand and smirked as he gazed at Shadow, "At least I can say I tried."

Shadow gave a nod. "I'll be taking my leave now."

"Kay," Tails waved his hand in the air. "Travel safely Shadow."

Shadow thought about what Tails had said for the rest of the week. The fox was the first he admitted to liking Rose as more than a friend, but he wasn't quite sure how to put it into words. It had been a few years and he had come to figure out that the feeling was love. But Shadow felt that Rose, while a dear friend, wouldn't want to look for love in him.

He sighed as he sat up in bed. They were going to the museum tomorrow morning and here he was, still awake.

Nothing really new there.

 He picked up the phone and typed a message.

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Amy was wide awake. She twirled in the outfit the girls had put her in. For some reason, Honey, Hershey, and Bunnie felt like playing dress up with her as the model. Cream, Rouge, Tikal, and Sally were there to give opinions. Though Cream and Sally had succumbed to sleep a while ago on the couches.

"That looks really good on you!" Rouge commented.

"It really shows off her curves," Hershey sounded like a concerned mom.

"That's a good thing!" Honey stated. "Amy has a very attractive hour glass figure. It's good to show it off every once in a while."

Amy giggled. She didn't quite think she had an hourglass figure. That was more of Rouge's figure. Her phone went off and Bunnie picked it up. "What does it say?" She asked as Honey adjusted the dress done more.

"It's Shadow. He says get dressed. I'll be over to get you in a few." Bunnie read. She arched an eyebrow at the pink hedgehog. "Do you have plans with him tonight?"

"No. He probably can't sleep and wants company for a late night snack." Amy answered as she slipped off the shoes. She knew Shadow's a few meant he would give her 15 minutes before he came.

"Are you going to go?" Rouge grinned.

Amy shrugged. "I don't see why not. Though it'll take a moment to change out of this. He'll be at the door in about 15 minutes." Amy walked off to the laundry room and pulled out a tank top and jeans from the basket of clean clothes.

"Just wear that then!" Honey grabbed her and pulled her away. "But we'll need to do your hair."

"But Honey, what if I accidentally spill something on your dress and ruin it?" Amy protested.

"I'll just make another one," Honey shot back.

Bunnie was already getting to work on her hair. After texting Shadow Amy would be ready in a few minutes.

"I can't believe you can go on a midnight date with Shadow by yourself, but you can't ask him out to the museum for a date during the day." Rouge chuckled.

"It's not a date," Amy turned bright red. "It's just friends going out for food. That's all."

"How often do you two go out for late night snacks?" Hershey asked as if it was all a dull topic to her.

"Um..." Amy hummed as she began counting on her fingers. "Once to 3 times a week. There was one week we went out every night, but I think that was because something was bothering him and he couldn't sleep," Amy shrugged.

"Hm-Mmm." Hershey sounded as she wrapped her arms around the pink hedgehog. "Most people call those dates," she stated after a long moment.

"So then, you two should just make it official!" Rouge stated.

Hershey hugged onto Amy tighter.

"Hershey," Bunnie smiled at the cat, "She's not your daughter, you can't be a clingy ma."

Everyone laughed. Hershey had a habit of treating Amy like she was her kid.

Hershey merely glared as she hugged onto Amy tighter. "I can too! Geoffrey agreed that Amy will be our adopted kid."

"When did this happen?" Rouge mused.

"After one of Tails's machines turned Amy into a little kid. She stayed with Geoffrey and me. I got attached." Hershey hugged Amy tight as she rested her head on her shoulder.

Amy smiled. "I don't remember anything I did during that time," she rested her head on Hershey's.

"That's fine. You were cute and adorable." Hershey told her as she released her.

"You were also afraid of Sonic," Bunnie laughed.

"She was?" Rouge seemed amused.

"He just picked her up and held her in the air and spun her without warning. Amy screamed and ran away from him after that." Bunnie stated.

"Yup, she wouldn't go anywhere near him unless Geoffrey was holding her," Hershey laughed.

"Geoffrey held me and no one took pictures?" Amy muses.

"No. We took pictures," Hershey corrected.

"And videos," Bunnie added, "Antoine and Elise taught you to call Geoffrey and Hershey your daddy and mommy. Geoffrey's reaction was priceless."

Amy laughed, "I need to see these videos."

A knock at the door caught their attention.

"And I just finished your make up," Honey beamed, "Shadow has some good timing."

Amy rolled her eyes as she walked to the door. She smiled as she greeted the ebony hedgehog. "Hi," she smiled.

"Make sure you don't keep her out too late," Hershey called from inside.

Amy giggled. "Sorry about her," she mouthed.

Shadow nodded, "I'll make sure Rose is back at a reasonable hour." He led Amy to the motorcycle and handed her a helmet.
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Sailor Moon Fanfic

 KRISSIE: So here is a short Sailor Moon Fanfic.

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Zoisite smiled as he looked up from the book he was hiding behind. He had been watching the group of girls studying for nearly half an hour now. He came here to watch them ever since he found out that studied here on Mondays.

He knew very well that if he was found, he would be labeled a stocker. But once he got close enough, he couldn't stop. Ami Mizuno, Sailor Mercury, was just so close. He knew he didn't stand a chance to get her love again, but it couldn't hurt to see her. To watch the angel glow with joy as she studied and helped her friends. It brought a smile to his face.

There was a soft hun of voices of people in the library, but it was hard to keep Usagi's whining in a quiet voice. Poor thing just couldn't get it. It almost made Zoisite. But he gave her props for trying, surely Mamoru would understand too.

"Izono!" A loud voice called into the library. Several people glared at the man with blond hair as he walked into the library.

Zoisite hid behind the books even more as the girls looked at the man.

"Jedite," Rei chastised as she walked up to him. "This is a library, you can't just yell for people here."

"Sorry," he held up his hands in a praying gesture. Zoisite wondered how his younger comrade could be so bold with her. "But Izono isn't answering his phone. Neph and Kunz have this really cool surprise for him, but he likes to hide here every Monday. So they sent me to fetch him."

Zoisite rolled his eyes. He didn't see any problem with reading. Though the stacks around him were a bit obsessive. But he wanted to be well hidden. If he wasn't, it would be obvious that he mainly came here to stare at the side of Ami's face. He put in the other ear bud and stretched. He would just pretend to have been so absorbed with his book and the music was so loud he couldn't hear Jedite.

"Just play natural," he told himself as he picked up the books. He hummed along with the song playing in his ears. He began placing the books back on the shelf.

"There you are Zoisite!" Jedite called as he grabbed a hold of his arm.

"Jedite!" Zoisite struggled in fright. He pulled out one bud as he glared at him. "I told you not to surprise me like that. What are you doing here?" He made sure to keep a whisper.

"You weren't answering your phone," Jedite stated, "So I came to get you."

Zoisite sighed. "Sorry, I turned it off."

"What were you reading?" Jedite asked curiously.

Zoisite could see the girls staring at him curiously. Rei glared and Ami pretended to find interest in something else. Though he could see her peaking up to glance up at him.

"Yaoi manga, now let's go before you get me band from here." He lied as he walked to were he had been sitting. He picked up his bag and began walking to the the door. "Is it my turn to cook dinner?"

"We don't let you cook since that last incident," Jedite crossed his arms. He glared and then asked some random history question.

Zoisite without thinking, answered it like it was nothing. He then froze.

"I knew it. You've been reading the encyclopedia again," jedite sounded annoyed.

"And? No harm no foul right?" Zoisite stated. "And besides, how are you sure I didn't remember that from history class a few years back?"

"You went to school in England. You must answered Japanese history. You may have a photographic memory, but I know you didn't learn any Japanese history aside from WW2 in England."

"Drat." Zoisite pouted.

"Didn't Kunzite say that reading encyclopedias aren't good for you? Something about not being able to go to sleep?" Jedite stated.

"That was when I was in high school and that exam was really hard," Zoisite pouted. "I wanted to make sure I passed."

"You fainted from sleep deprecation and had to be hospitalized from what I heard," Jedite stood next to him and stared at him.

Zoisite rolled his eyes. "That's an exaggeration that Kunzite likes to tell. I was just fine." Zoisite pouted. This wasn't a story he wanted Ami to hear.

"Just don't faint on me." Jedite shrugged, "I don't want to drag you home."

"I will be mindful to do that." Zoisite nodded. "So what did you want?"

"Oh yeah! Kunzite and Nephrite are having a cooking contest and you and me are the judges." Jedite beamed. "So lets hurry up before the food gets cold." Jedite dragged Zoisite off.

 

 

Letter to Barb

So the counselor at school I normally talk to is no longer with the school. I found that out after I tried to send her this email and I got an error could not send email back a minute later. I later printed this out, but it still didn't go through. So now I'm sharing it here because I still feel so much about this issue and I have no one really to talk to at the school about it.

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​Hi Miss Barb,

I hope you're doing well. I'm not doing well. 

I tried sending this to you earlier but kept getting error messages saying it couldn't send. 

​I'm concern because I'm in Production Team and Mr. Bio just now told us he wants a blog for our project and that it is due today. It's the first time I've heard of it and the same for my team mate in my class(and the everyone else in the room). But Mr. Bio is acting like he informed us about the blog already. But he didn't bring it up last week or any time before when we asked what all we would need before we could being animating. 

I feel like he thought of having us make a blog sometime this weekend and forgot he didn't inform us and now he's saying it's due today and that it'll be 10 points off of our grade til he gets it. But he's not to clear on how he wants it to look or anything so I'm not sure I can make a blog the way he wants. I kind of get what he wants on it, but when I ask questions, he just seems to go off on some other topic and doesn't answer the question clearly. It's irritating. I'm super concerned because I can't keep going through trying to get what he wants done and then having extra stuff being piled on top at the last second and then being told that what I made wasn't right because I didn't do what he wanted even though I did what he told me but maybe I didn't understand properly, but my brain can't process half the tings he talks about because it doesn't seem to be related to the question I asked in the first place. And from other students here who I've talked to, I'm not alone in this feeling and assumptions. 

Also today, Mr. Bio mention that I needed to make my background for our project with fills, but when I asked how to make fills in Toon Boom (The program we're using), he told me to go look it up.

So basically, he wants the internet to do his job. In the school I'm paying to go to. This is the exact reason I transferred from Decatur because a teacher kept telling me to go to YouTube to figure out how to do stuff. I hate that so much. If I made a list of the 10 things I hate the most, that would be one of them. That very thing makes me not want to be here and to just pack up and go home before I wind up in even more debt. 

Hugs,

Krissie

BMB SA Ep31 Mostly Cutscenes and Fanart

Bonding (Geoffrey Fanfic)

KRISSIE: This is a random fanfic I wrote and just never finished. But I didn't want to delete it, so now it comes here.

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Geoffrey combed the small child's hair softly. She kicked her feet in the air as she hummed. He tied a small ribbon with a lacey design into her hair.

"There. All done now." He stated as he put down the comb.

"Thanks Geoffrey!" She clapped her hands together at the sight of herself in the mirror. "Can I go show Hershey?"

Geoffrey smiled. "I'm sure she would love to see you."

She jumped out of the chair and ran to the room Hershey was in. She was currently arranging a small room for the little girl.

"Hershey!" The girl called as she entered. "Look! Look! Geoffrey did my hair! What do you think?"

Hershey smiled. "Oh, you look so pretty! He wasn't too rough with brushing your hair was he?"

"No," she shook her head. "Geoffrey is really good at doing hair. He does Amel's hair all the time. And she's always pretty!"

Hershey nodded as Geoffrey entered the room.

"How are things in here?" He asked as he looked at the boxes. He quickly joined in putting the items away.

"Who is Amel?" Hershey asked curiously.

"Miss Amel is Geoffrey's sister. She's really nice and pretty. And she can sing and dance. I like her lots." The young girl beamed. "She calls me her little rascal."

"Yep," Geoffrey smiled as he ruffled her quills. She gave a squeal of protest as she ran behind Hershey. "You're always getting into something."

"How come I haven't met her yet?" Hershey asked with a smile.

"Because she's sleeping," the girl answered before Geoffrey could respond. Geoffrey bit his lower lip as he looked away. "Amel is sleeping in a really tiny bed. But we put lots of flowers around her so when she wakes up she won't be scared."

"Why would she be scared?" Hershey tilted her head.

"Amel got hurt real bad. So she went to the doctor, but the nurse says she has to sleep to get better. They let Geoffrey do her hair for her because it was really messy. So now Geoffrey is babysitting me until mommy and daddy come get me or Amel wakes up." She beamed at Hershey.

"Ah," the cat drew out the note as she nodded. The girl quickly became distracted by a box of toys in the room. She walked over to play with them. Hershey sat beside her husband as he pulled clothes out of a box and folded them to put into the drawers. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Not right now." He whispered. "Amy is just too young to understand."

"So where are her parents?" Hershey looked up at him.

"Her mother was queen of Mercia. Her father is from the east. I'm not sure which region of the east or what he did there. But Her majesty gave up the crown to her brother so that Amy would grow up like any normal girl. I believe they stayed on the east with her father. I'm actually unsure if they got married. But when Eggman taking over, they decided to join the fight. Since mum was one of her majesty's ladies in waiting, she decided to have my sister babysit her daughter while they went off with their own freedom fighter group." Geoffrey started. "I think they got robotized, but I haven't seen or heard from them in years. I kind of gave up trying to find them."

 

 

random poem

Alone

crawling along the floor

the carpet's too rough

the tile cold and chilling

a needle stuck in my back

the fever is still rising,

so why does my spine feel so cold

doc give me some medicine

give me something to stop the head spin

it's my soul you want

well too bad, It's already been sold

in pain alone

my screams don't reach outside

they don't reach outside