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Ashes of a Phoenix

Reading & Writing / by NightshadeSystem

March 4th, 2025

...See more Chapter 2 “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." -Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The ride to the school is quiet, with occasional stares from the new girl with her hood up. It was bright outside by the time they got to the school, yet Asher’s eyes were closed, trying to get any sort of sleep before school started. During the ride there, she could almost feel when the girl across from her started to stare with her wide eyes. When the driver signaled for them to get off the bus, she stood up and when she did the girl stared up at her, looking almost scared. Usually, Asher was the last one off the crowded bus, but this girl took that this time. She could feel the girl’s presence behind her and had an odd feeling about it, although she just took it as first-day jitters. As Asher made her way toward the main entrance, the bright sunlight and bustling activity of the school campus made Asher uneasy again. The laughter and chatter of the other students seemed to fade into the background as she became hyperaware of her surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious, wide-eyed girl from the bus. Before she knew it, the bell had rung for the first class to start. As she found her first class, Asher looked all around for the girl that was on the bus… She had a weird feeling about her. No girl has that pale, that wide-eyed. She’d had an odd feeling the night before, while she was watching the stars play around in the sky. Asher found her class, so she had to shake off the feeling for now, and hope that that girl is in one of her 5 classes, to find out her name. First class of the day, chemistry. Asher never really had an affinity for sciences, but math she could do. Starting high school in sophomore year, this was only her second year there, and barely knew anybody. So, when she had to choose a group to sit in, she was the last person to be seated before the teacher came in. She chose this group of 2 girls and a guy, all good looking. The guy had a seemingly perfect face, brown hair with highlights, and the best thing about him was he had a green and a blue eye. The girls were stereotypical. One was legally blond, with green eyes and hair pulled into a ponytail so tight she looks like she had Botox put in her face. The other one was a definite mean girl, plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, plain clothes, she was plain. Although, plain in a prettier way than most. Asher was pretty herself, but didn’t quite qualify to be put in the same “status” as these other two girls. The guy was quiet while the blond girl rambled on and on about my hair this and guess what happened earlier that, while the guy just awkwardly sat there, and it was quite obvious that he was only popular for his looks, although most likely just his eyes. When the teacher announced the project, the girls all looked at Asher expectantly, like they were just waiting for her to just, offer up doing all the work for them. Like that was going to happen. She knew the girls were going to make her do all the work, but she would only do her part in it and share no answers. Once the teacher stopped blabbering enough to where she could actually think again, Asher stayed quiet, working on her assigned part. The brunette girl coughed. And coughed again. Then the third time, Asher looked up to see the girl staring at her and decided to open her dumb mouth. “You sick or something? Jeez. Don’t cough on me, cover your mouth, what are you, a second grader?” The girl looked dumbfounded, and the blond stared, wide-eyed, as the guy tried and failed to hold back a laugh. It was obvious that the girl couldn’t come up with a good comeback, because she was gaping like a fish out of water. She turned back around and started scribbling on her paper. Brunette turned and asked Blond is she had any clue what the assignment was, and she didn’t know either. Then they asked Guy. “Well if you had been paying attention and actually read the directions, you’d know by now, wouldn’t you?” Now it was Ashers time to hold in a laugh. In sync, both girls looked at her with absolute loathing in their eyes. She looked back at her paper. Twenty minutes later, Asher finished her packet and got up to turn it in. “Um- Where are you going?” asked the Blond, stopping Asher in her tracks. “Turning my paper in? What does it look like?” “Without sharing your answers? That’s rude you know.” “Get your own answers I’m not your scapegoat.” The girls had bewildered looks on their faces as Asher turns around and walks up to the teacher’s desk, handing her the packet.

Ashes of a Phoenix

Reading & Writing / by NightshadeSystem

March 6th, 2025

...See more Chapter 2 “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." -Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The ride to the school is quiet, with occasional stares from the new girl with her hood up. It was bright outside by the time they got to the school, yet Asher’s eyes were closed, trying to get any sort of sleep before school started. During the ride there, she could almost feel when the girl across from her started to stare with her wide eyes. When the driver signaled for them to get off the bus, she stood up and when she did the girl stared up at her, looking almost scared. Usually, Asher was the last one off the crowded bus, but this girl took that this time. She could feel the girl’s presence behind her and had an odd feeling about it, although she just took it as first-day jitters. As Asher made her way toward the main entrance, the bright sunlight and bustling activity of the school campus made Asher uneasy again. The laughter and chatter of the other students seemed to fade into the background as she became hyperaware of her surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious, wide-eyed girl from the bus. Before she knew it, the bell had rung for the first class to start. As she found her first class, Asher looked all around for the girl that was on the bus… She had a weird feeling about her. No girl has that pale, that wide-eyed. She’d had an odd feeling the night before, while she was watching the stars play around in the sky. Asher found her class, so she had to shake off the feeling for now, and hope that that girl is in one of her 5 classes, to find out her name. First class of the day, chemistry. Asher never really had an affinity for sciences, but math she could do. Starting high school in sophomore year, this was only her second year there, and barely knew anybody. So, when she had to choose a group to sit in, she was the last person to be seated before the teacher came in. She chose this group of 2 girls and a guy, all good looking. The guy had a seemingly perfect face, brown hair with highlights, and the best thing about him was he had a green and a blue eye. The girls were stereotypical. One was legally blond, with green eyes and hair pulled into a ponytail so tight she looks like she had Botox put in her face. The other one was a definite mean girl, plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, plain clothes, she was plain. Although, plain in a prettier way than most. Asher was pretty herself, but didn’t quite qualify to be put in the same “status” as these other two girls. The guy was quiet while the blond girl rambled on and on about my hair this and guess what happened earlier that, while the guy just awkwardly sat there, and it was quite obvious that he was only popular for his looks, although most likely just his eyes. When the teacher announced the project, the girls all looked at Asher expectantly, like they were just waiting for her to just, offer up doing all the work for them. Like that was going to happen. She knew the girls were going to make her do all the work, but she would only do her part in it and share no answers. Once the teacher stopped blabbering enough to where she could actually think again, Asher stayed quiet, working on her assigned part. The brunette girl coughed. And coughed again. Then the third time, Asher looked up to see the girl staring at her and decided to open her dumb mouth. “You sick or something? Jeez. Don’t cough on me, cover your mouth, what are you, a second grader?” The girl looked dumbfounded, and the blond stared, wide-eyed, as the guy tried and failed to hold back a laugh. It was obvious that the girl couldn’t come up with a good comeback, because she was gaping like a fish out of water. She turned back around and started scribbling on her paper. Brunette turned and asked Blond is she had any clue what the assignment was, and she didn’t know either. Then they asked Guy. “Well if you had been paying attention and actually read the directions, you’d know by now, wouldn’t you?” Now it was Ashers time to hold in a laugh. In sync, both girls looked at her with absolute loathing in their eyes. She looked back at her paper. Twenty minutes later, Asher finished her packet and got up to turn it in. “Um- Where are you going?” asked the Blond, stopping Asher in her tracks. “Turning my paper in? What does it look like?” “Without sharing your answers? That’s rude you know.” “Get your own answers I’m not your scapegoat.” The girls had bewildered looks on their faces as Asher turns around and walks up to the teacher’s desk, handing her the packet.

Shadows of a Soul

Poetry / by NightshadeSystem

December 21st, 2024

Ashes of a Phoenix

Reading & Writing / by NightshadeSystem

March 4th, 2025

...See more Starting a new book, going to post a new chapter each week if i can! Chapter 1 “I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars” ~Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Asher had always felt a deep, almost primal connection to the night. As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting the world in a veil of darkness, she found a sense of peace and wonder that the day could never provide. There was something mesmerizing about the way the night sky came alive, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a vast, ebony canvas. In the darkness, Asher felt a freedom, an escape from the demands and distractions of the day. It was as if the night itself wrapped her in a comforting embrace, shielding her from the harsh realities that often plagued her during the day. The night was her sanctuary, a realm where she could truly be herself, unencumbered by the expectations of others. As she gazed up at the celestial display overhead, Asher couldn't help but feel a great connection with the natural beauty that was above her. It was in the night that true beauty was revealed, proven from the stars. She loved the night, but that was also when all the bad came in. She had always loved the night more, although she could never sleep due to nightmares. So, she came outside. The bright beauty of the stars and moon whisked her terrors away, and she was able to think in peace. The first day of junior year was tomorrow, well, today considering it was past midnight. Nonetheless, she was outside, telling the moon all her problems knowing it won’t help anything, although it seemed to help getting it all out every night. It was half past two am before she went back inside to try and sleep before she wakes up at five. When Asher woke up, all she could think of was the dread filling her. The stares at her slightly pointed ears, her perfectly straight nose, and perfect body. One would think she is popular, but instead she gets called a “wannabe” and “false”. She convinced herself that they were just jealous that she was prettier than all of them, and one girl tried to be her friend, but in the end was using her for her beauty and tried to set her on fire at a party. She escaped with no bodily harm, but she forever will have a hatred for that girl, and parties. Running, Asher gets to the bus stop right as it pulls up. When she gets on, she notices the driver staring. This year it’s an old guy, and he was looking at her hungrily. Quickly, Asher walks to the back of the bus, where she usually sits. This year though, there was somebody in the seat next to her. By the looks of her, she was a freshman. Just started and already a loner? Asher took her normal seat and got a better look at the girl. She was ghostly pale, with wide eyes staring right back at Asher like she could see into her soul.

Beneath the Raven's Dark Embrace

Poetry / by NightshadeSystem

December 17th, 2024

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