Look mama! Shes nice!

No! No no no! Mae, remener what mommy said.

Mama said Stay away from the robots. But this ones nice.

No shes dead! Come on Mae lets leave....

I shouldn’t feel this way; but I do. That nasty sinking feeling. Like I should be happy for him. But I only feel sad. Everyone is telling me “good job” but if that was my best, it wasn’t good enough. I have to show everyone I am fine, so they don’t think I am weak. I hate this....

“But why do you get to hold the sword?”

“It’s a long sword West. You need two hands to hold it.”

“I still think I should hold it.”

“You’ve got the keys, remember?”

“That’s not exciting. A sword on the other hand…”

“West, so help me, I ought to break your other arm!”

“Bracken, tsk tsk, manners.”

(intense glaring)

“Here! Finally. This door.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Open the damn doo...

I rip my sword out of the dead man’s chest. Blood sprays onto my midnight armor. My crazed eyes search for another opponent, catching on a tall bearded man in the white armor of the enemy. I stalk towards him, heaving my sword up and behind me into the sheath across my back. Walking faster now I reveal two long knives from my hips. The man sees me now and he twirls his sword readying himself. But ...

My hand is a

Winner

My poker face

Set

The dealer

Deals

My oponents watches

Curious

My hand wanders

for my

Cup

The glass cold

against my

Lips

The gratifying

Burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

My glass is

Set

My oponent watches

Triumphant

The dealer

Deals

My hand

Falls...

I have the firm belief that one should always make a first judgment of another.

Meeting a new person is a groundbreaking moment of ones life. Someone could become ones greatest friend, or greastest enemy.

I believe I have a foul proof system. I avoid the horrible people of the world and keep close to the good ones.

See, there’s you.

Your hair wasnt done; showing signs of unruliness. Your shi...