The forest seems to swell around me in a sea of green, the trees beckoning me with a sort of freedom I know I should not have. But there is no one here to stop me. The Prime Minister will be coming today, ready to drag me away from my mountain and ship me off to some English boarding school, as far away from her flat in Paris as possible. I wish the woods could consume me and that I could become another of the trees that sway softly in the breeze. For now, I will spend my time hunting. It always calms my nerves. My bow seems to bend under my fingers instinctively, the arrow pulled back by the strong and ready to fly. But just as I am about to release the arrow, I hear a voice calling for me, calling me back to a cage where I will be locked. Until I cannot even dream of the freedom I once had. I can feel the bars close over my head as a man dressed in a uniform beckons to me, and I am forced to follow.

Juilen snuggled on her bed, holding her dog Scotty in her arms. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She thought she would stay in that wonderful house, stay in that amazing neighborhood, and be with her best friend. Oh, how she wished to see Meely! Meely, her awesome, kind, bff. She cried more. Suddenly the door opened and she lifted her head. Her dad had came out of the room. "Honey, I know you are sad, but I gotta tell you something. This is our last move." Juilen sniffed. "You said that last time..." Juilen's dad smiled. "This time I mean it. Our boss doesn't have the money to care for us, so we won't be movin' any longer." Juilen's eyes lit with joy. "Oh, finally!" She hugged her dad and went outside.

Mushy says kzva. Kzva? Is that a insult? 

Evi Kellen~

I blinked, forgetting about Eowyn for the moment, remembering the dream I had just woken from. It seemed like I was in a room with a lot of other girls, most of whom seemed to look so much like...me. A mermaidian looking girl with sea green eyes, a Celtic looking girl speaking fluent French, a fierce-tempered girl holding a book, a girl with dark curly hair, and a girl with red hair and a sly smile. The room we were in seemed to be a kind of castle, but there were no castles in America...

As I was thinking, my mind went back to what my dad had told me just a few days ago. Some long lost aunt, called "Zebra" in England wanted me to go visit her to attend a boarding school. My heart was slowly sinking. What kind of name was Zebra anyway? The only slightly nice thing about the whole thing was that I might be able to make friends with her "charge," Ginger Peters.

Charlotte looke nervously around at the girls at her classs, it was nice being able to be here at last but how was she going to get to know all these people? She sat down next too a girl with dirty blonde hair and nervously said hi. "Hello!" she answered back grinning wildly.  Chrlotte felt more nervous than ever.

My visit with the prime minister is short, and before I know it, I am on a plane from Paris to London. The world is in turmoil around me, and my heart longs for the mountain, for my freedom. The minister is a fool: what school can teach me anything now, now that I have learned the ways of the wind and the water and the fire. What more can I learn, now that I have learned to be alive? The forest calls to me: I can feel it, and as I step foot on this strange soil, I know these people can feel that I do not belong. I was born into freedom, like a bird, like an elf, and no amount of primping can steal me away from my bow and my wild ways. But, nevertheless, they try. Some ladies, hired women of the prime minister no doubt, first allow me to bathe, then brush my hair until it glows softly and falls down my back in a waterfall of ruddy gold. They put some strange powder on my face that smears when I touch it, and then they dress me, as if I am a toy doll, in a long forest green dress. Thier patronizing treatment is insulting, but on the outside, I pretend to accept it. On the inside, I am fighting, and I know I will find a way to escape this new cage. At last, they drive me to what is to be my boarding school. The prime minister, who "wanted nothing but the best for her little darling", bought cases and cases of dresses, and then ordered a "private room" for me at the school. Since she is the ruler of all of France, I assume she is used to getting her way, but this only makes me stand out more from the other girls. I wish I were home, for I know I will have no one to trust here... I can feel the mountains sighing for me, and I call back to them, tears streaming down my face, as I stare from my window, alone in my room. 

Charlottes heart beat faster as she looked around the room, familier, but why? she sat down thinking hard, back, back. she couldn't figre out how she knew these people she had lived in NY her whoke life! Right?

Sorry guys, but I think I've got to drop out of the RP. It's fun, but I'm on the fantasy RP and I don't have enough time to stay up to date on two. :( Hope that doesn't change anything.