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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)
I've actually been avoiding this thread on purpose; it brings me so much sorrow I can hardly handle it. Claaws, please tell us why you're leaving. And what sort of people won't the Admins accept? I'm not sure I understand any of this. :,-(
Claaws is unhappy that Chatterbox does not allow discusssion on topics we consider inappropriate for all its youngest readers. Admins accept all kinds of people.
Admin
(April 24, 2017 - 9:30 pm)
Claaws! *hugs* I'll miss you so much! I loved working with you on the Spirit Animals rp, even if I've been so horribly inconsistent over the past few months. I remember in the beginning of the rp, you and I just kind of took off with the whole plot and were the only ones who posted for a really long time! But it was you who stuck with it, who kept with the revivals, so determined to finish. You took over as the leader of the rp, even though you didn't even create the original. Are you going to keep posting on the Spirit Animals rp? We could lay out a plan for the ending, so that you could finally see the rp finished! Please continue to be your wonderful, creative, harworking self. We'll all miss you.
~The Riddler
(April 24, 2017 - 8:29 pm)
Noooooooooooooo!
I suppose if it is your time to leave, you should...
*sniffle*
Goodbye
(April 25, 2017 - 3:59 pm)