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Standing at the edge, looking down at the swirling skis beneath, she took a deep breath. Wings falling and rising with the wind behind her, she wondered what was happening. What had this world come to?
No, it wasn't just that. It was her time. Her time....
to let go.
It was all swarming around her. The disbelief making her heart beat like a fast-paced dance. This place had helped her with so many problems with no solutions. But now, standing there at the edge, she knew it was her time. This problem, no, not a problem, a solution, had done what it was needed for. Now, the solution must go, vanish like the problem itself.
She looked back. Milling around, talking to one another, where her friends. No, they were just people. People she didn't know. People she had never met. People who pretend to be her friend.
Looking back, the skis swarming just inches away, her conscious reminded her of what she had come here for. The fun of talking with other people like her, the fun of writing and drawing with them. She took a step back. Stones crumbled away from her as the clouds formed shapes. A dragon, with black scales, long silver claws, and white eyes, a gryphon with multicolored feathers, a jaguar that shifted into a girl, her eyes pleading and reaching for her creator, asking to not be forgotten. A boy that shifted into a panther, eyes distant. A girl with blond hair, magic swarming around her. A dove and a hawk fluttering through the sky.
But the girl took a deep breath, and they were gone.
Looking back, she saw some people had come and were watching her. Their mouths were telling her to stay, telling her not to jump, but she wasn't hearing anything they were saying.
Above her, the administrators watched. Always watching. Like priests they made sure everyone was in order, that everyone followed the stupid rules that benefited one religion, their religion.
She wouldn't ever go to a church.
So with that last thought, she bent down to scribble a message into the stone, forever to be hardened like cement, only to be broken by the people.
It read:
Hey everyone. Yes, I am finally leaving. Yes, this is my paragraph I promised you all. Just remember, its okay to be you. No matter what your religion tells you you can or can't be, always remember there is a place you will be loved. No matter what crazy thing may be happening, don't let anything push you around, whether it be religion, friends, family, or some crazy bully who wants your lunch money. I may not know you, but for those stories we've written together, I will always remember you. Your names may fade over time, but SJ and Jay will always remind me of you guys. And Im sure Naax and Vanku will too. Just promise me you will take good care of Noon. And Hoover, wherever he may have hovered off to. And if I would have a parting wish, I wish for Spirit Animals to not die, but to be the second ever RP to actually finish. And 32 days the theird. And if any of you actually take the time to read this, know that you are all amazing people in your own way, and someone out their knows you and loves you just the way you are. I know I love you, even though your posts may not show your real self at times, or if ever. Never stop writing, guys. Some day you will all be some sort of famous writer, and I can tell people that I wrote with you when I was young. ❤️
Now the girl stepped back, looking up at the sky, challenging the administrators with narrowed eyes to object. Challenging them to lay one finger on the not-yet-dry stone message.
Turning away from the gathered people, she stepped forwards, closer to the edge. Stones crumbled around her.
But she had to do one more thing before she left.
Taking her shaking hands, she ripped away the nails and fake scales, revealing her own two hands. Then she ripped away her wings, flinging her black obsidian freedom back into the fantasy world. Then, she peeled away her skin, revealing a face no one could see from where they were standing. She placed the mask on the cold ground with her wings and claws. Claws. Claaws. Her name would be left here. Left in this fantasy world she had taken refuge to for so long. Decades, it felt like. But really only a year and a month.
Standing back up, she turned so her back was facing the crowd. They were gaining on her, frantic scrabbling to try and save her. But it was too late.
With a deep breath, she pushed off the stone and lept.
Falling is a strange feeling. The swirling butterflies nested in your stomach suddenly going mad. Your heart beating faster then it ever would on ground.
She didn't even have time to look at the clouds around her, The strange colored clouds of fantasy turning back to normal, because she was on her feet again in no more then a few seconds, with her butterflies already settling down in her stomach, and the pounding feeling of resent fading with the promise of finding her friends. Her real friends. The one's she knew by face.
Getting up, she closed her computer.
And ran off to find her friends.
submitted by Claaws, Class of 2020
(April 19, 2017 - 10:27 am)
(April 19, 2017 - 10:27 am)
That was beautiful, Claaws. The CB will miss you.
I'm not going to plead for you to stay, because you've made up your mind.
Goodbye, Claaws--and good luck.
*Hugs*
(April 19, 2017 - 12:48 pm)
(April 19, 2017 - 12:53 pm)
Aw Claaws that was really gorgeous. I'm so sorry you're leaving. But I do understand. I could plead and ask you a million times not to leave, but I really do understand. We all love you so much even if we don't know each other in real. You're a really wonderful person. Farewell, Claaws.
~Esquire
(April 19, 2017 - 5:29 pm)
Oh, Claaws! I'll miss you so much. You were one of my first CB friends, from the times when I was just a Kyngdomer. We won't forget you. But why are you leaving!? I'm afraid I missed the point of that beautiful post. The reason why you're breaking my heart; leaving. I won't argue, but I must say this: if you ever decide to visit it come back to the CB, you will be welcomed with many open arms.
Farewell, friend.
P.S. I can adopt Noon if you'd like. He'd have a good home with Nugget, ED, and Alfred. But only if would be helpful.
Nugget says ferw. Farewell.
Farewell is right.
I'll miss you, Claaws. :,-(
*hugs*
(April 19, 2017 - 5:38 pm)
Claaws, if this is really you, then I will miss you SO MUCH. And that was beautifully written.
But if this is an impersonator...well...I just hope it's not.
(April 19, 2017 - 7:53 pm)
That is beautiful, Claaws. You are so, so special and I am sorry to see you go. You are a really amazing person. Please, please come and visit every once in a while. We could never, ever forget you because you are such kind, special, beautiful person. Claaws, that little speech made me want to cry (in a good way). I will make it my mission to keep the Spirit Animals RP topped until it is over, even though Im not in it. Stay you, Claaws. Forever and ever. Follow your dreams. I know you are going to get places in life, and have amazing opportunities because of who you are. And I have only known you for a short time, but I will never forget you. The CB will never forget you.
Goodbye.
(April 19, 2017 - 8:43 pm)
Bye, Claaws! You will be missed. :(
But I hope you find new adventures along the way, and maybe you can come back Valentine's Day, 2019. :)
(April 19, 2017 - 9:18 pm)
I'm a bit skeptical since we recently saw an impersonation leaving thread. But I already posted my goodbye to Claaws, and if this is another impersonator, well, all I can say is I hope it isn't. Claaws, please say if this is really you.
(April 20, 2017 - 8:40 am)
*Reads thread*
What...? No no nonononononono!!!
*Bursts into tears*
That was the most beautiful Leaving Thread I have ever seen. You have given so much to the CB, and without you, Kyngdom wouldn't be half as amazing. Please stop in on Valentines Day 2019. I will do the best I can to help finish Spirit animals, and I will take good care of Naax, (if you want me to that is... she and Chatter might get along pretty well). Now go enjoy your life, never stop writing, and please dont forget us. Even if you didn't consider us true friends, I still feel like I know you, at least a little bit. You were one of the first CBers to really talk to me when I joined. Goodbye Claaws, and good luck!
- Nebula
(April 20, 2017 - 12:36 am)
A soft gust of michigan wind slipped through a half open window, and dragged through an empty room. An empty room...
besides from a blank computer screen.. and a small, pale, girl.
She was crying.
She'd never cried over something on a computer screen before.
It felt stupid. And childish. To cry over something completely made up of tiny rainbow pixels.
After all. Sticks and stones can break your bones... but words... Ha, little words can never hurt you.
The girl squeezed her legs into her chest, and whimpered into her knees.
Nearly a year ago, that same girl had read a small paragraph. A paragraph set inside the white face of a magazine.
She didnt remember what it said.
She hated herself for forgetting it. She hated herself for always forgetting.
Still..
She did recall one word.
A small word.
Probably meaningless word.
And the word was Claaws.
Claaws...
Claaws...
Claaws...
But now she wasnt sure. It felt like the more and more she tried to remember... the more and more she doubted herself.
But she WANTED to believe it. She WANTED to believe it was claaws.
Because claaws... Claaws was her. She felt.
Or maybe it was the other way around.
The girl didnt care.
Either way, someday she WOULD be claaws.
She'd become that brave, funny, beautiful girl that claaws was.
She'd become the writer Claaws was.
She'd become the person, the wonderful, amazing person claaws was.
She wanted too.
She had too.
And now, nearly a year later, Im still trying claaws. Im sorry, if you want to say that its terrible and I should stop and become my own person. But thats exactly why I had to become you for a while. Because that helped me to mature into my own, a little braver, hopefully funny, somewhat beautiful self. :)
Im still a christian though. And I wont make the same choices as you. The admins will propoably clip this part out. But God knows I pray for you. You claaws, and the admins, and all the other people on the CB. Cuz' I love them. And I want them in heaven with me.
But claaws, remember that even if I may not be a real friend to you. Your a real friend to me. And I dont care WHATEVER you say CUZ' IM NOT CHANGING MY MIND.
Got that?
*hugs*
You better.
Good bye claaws.
~Miriam
(April 20, 2017 - 10:48 am)
That was beautiful Kaleidoscope Gryphon. Sad and beautiful.
I loved the part about prayer though.
Because that's exactly how I feel.
And what I do.
Just wanted to say that.
(April 20, 2017 - 4:36 pm)
Farewell, Claaws, beautifully said, written, and done.
I really don't want you to go, but...what are we going to do without you on Kyngdom?
Every part of this was bittersweet.
Except for the end.
Getting up, she closed her computer. And ran off to find her friends.
Every part of the last made my heart cold as ice and a hot anger rise in me.
I don't have friends 'off the screen'. I used to, but I don't anymore.
(April 20, 2017 - 9:30 am)
Noooooooo!!!!
You were the lifeline to the 32 days RP! Please, at least help us finish that? Or maybe just pop in and read it in a month or two? Let us know we are following what you want out of us?
Ah, it's no use. I'm just scrambling for excuses to get you to stay. Nononononononono...
*sigh/ sob*
Goodbye, Claaws. My friend. I won't forget you. I hope we meet in real life. Maybe we already have, and not known it. Goodbye.
(April 20, 2017 - 9:40 am)
Goodbye Claaws, we will all miss you so much more than you can ever imagine. Please visit on Valentine's Day 2019, and if you ever think that you want to come back, even if it's only for one day, don't hesitate! The Chatterbox truly won't be the same without you.
Goodbye,
~Dragonrider
(April 20, 2017 - 12:53 pm)
Goodbye, Claaws. We love you too.
And was that jaguar me, or is that just wishful thinking?
(April 20, 2017 - 3:26 pm)