~|Saga|~

Everyday it's the same thing.

My Ipod sings, while I think: Yup, that pretty much sums up my life.

Turn my Ipod on, throw on clothes, eat breakfast, attempt to comb my hair out, taking so long I nearly miss the bus. Then the same boring classes, trying to stay away from Lynette and the rest of the world, and failing.

Have I mentioned I fail a lot?

But it's funny, because it's only certain things. Things which I'm forbidden from. But I'm the only one who's noticed that. 

My Ipod continues to sing as I throw on my clothes, and run downstairs to eat breakfast. I'm excited to try a new method to keep my hair down that I found ... online. My parents don't like the internet, but I've got a school computer with Chrome.

And I can't stop using it. I just can't!

My mother has left a bowl of oatmeal for me at the table. I don't understand why my parents are so old-fashioned. It can be a little frusturating.

Don't do this, do that, etc.

I wolf down my breakfast, darting upstairs again. I have to hurry. 

Hello! (I'm taking b&b's challange to go by a different HP name all July.)

LillyElla~Cold.

I'm so cold.

I shift in my "bed," or rather, my old, three-sizes-too-big sweatshirt and a pillowcase that contains all I own. I have been trying for the last two hours to fall asleep, but it's hard to, when that man haunts my dreams.

I don't know what made me afraid of him, all I knew was that I had to get away.

That's why I'm locked inside the Riverdale library in the middle of the night, attempting to get some sleep.

I take a deep breath, then pull the ragged jacket off me, and walk toward a window that, in the daytime, must be the major light source of the children's room. But for now, the clouds hide the sun that must be streaching to get out, begging for a morning. For a day.

I reach my hand out to touch the rays, and see it shaking. Convulsing, as if some invisible force is controling it, strings shaken by a toddler, a crazed marionette of a hand, attached to... my body.

The whole top of my body begins shivering, and as my legs follow suit, I collapse on a stray beanbag that some librarian missed. The world begins spinning, and I, with it.

I'm dying.

My throat grasps for air, and I attempt to lift myself up to the window.

If I'm dying, let me die with the sunrise.

But I can't. I'm not strong enough to lift a hand, let alone my whole body.

I'm sorry.

And with this thought, I let the dizzy world turn black.

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Voices. Voices everywhere. Voices, anxious, but none that I know. Beige walls, against white sheets, and people, blue.

My eyes finally open, and I see a unknown womanman looking at me.

"She's awake," she says, and I attempt to shout for help. 

"Now, now, don't rush it, dear," the lady drawls, pusing me back down. "They found you locked in the library, alone.

"You've had a seizure." 

I might change Melody's personality, since there are too many quiet people. 

Melody~

Beep. Beep. Beep.

For two days I have been resting in the hospital. I mainly hear wavering voices going in and out, usually not understandable. Stupid seizure.

"Honey, are you alright?"

"She might have to stay her for a week or two."

"What a strange case."

I had gotten better. The doctor said something about taking me to the other... Whatever.

There is comes again. "Melody, it's time."

I smile, and try to make a joke but I decide it's not the time. The doctor leads me out of the bed, and I slowly follow him.

I find myself on a couch. It's quiet. He murmurs something about the others coming, but I'm too lazy to think about it. I relax.

A girl comes into the room, with a doctor. I blink and sit up. "Heya."

"Hi." She replies, a bit shyly.

"I'm going to get the others," The doctor says. "I'll leave you two to it." 

Tesla~

There is only one other person in the room! I'm pretty sure I can talk. Right? I mean...there isn't a huge crowd staring up at me or crowding around me or....

Stop thinking about it!  I shook my head and gulped, glancing over at the other girl.

"D-do you know..what's happening.....yet? Are you a descendant....?" I stuttered, which was slightly embarrassing, but she didn't seem to mind.

She shook her head in response.

I quietly kept to myself after that, too nervous to talk anymore. It seemed like Doctor Phil was taking forever, and I decided it was no use to ask questions about something neither of us new. Did he even tell her?

That I was supposed to die? Maybe she was supposed to die too. She looked like she could  be 13, maybe fourteen, but that wouldn't work then. 

I had so many questions and no answers. Something new for once, I guess.

~Kaya

After Mitri(prononced me-TREE) leaves, I fall asleep. All of a sudden I'm in a room with a couple of other girls. "Hi." One of them says. I smile weakly. "Hello," say another. I open my mouth to say something, then close it. Right, I'm still in shock, I can't speak. This is going to be a disaster. They look confused. Then I see a bookshelf on the other side of the room. On it is a book call Learn to Sign The Fun Way! I brighten up. Mabye I can communicate that way. I stand up. A bit unsteady, I walk over, get the book, and start looking at it. There are whispers from the other side of the room. I blush. I'm being rude. I look around for a notepad and pen. Ah ha! Quicckly I scwal a note on it. My name is Kaya. I show it to the others. They nod knowingly. One of them reaches for the pen and paper but I shake my head. I write something else. I can hear, but I'm having a shock and can't speak. They look at it. I smile. I have a feeling that things might not be to bad after all.

Ugh! I am sad I have to do this. (The following is pasted by the way)

Hi guys! I am just here to tell you that I will not be here for about a week and a half. That means that Kaya will not be posting.

~|Saga|~

As I dash up the stairs, my Ipod blaring, I trip over my mom's cat.

I hate that cat. She gives him three large meals a day, and spoils him. And to add to it, he has the worst disposition a cat could ever have.

He hates everyone except for Mom. So, when I trip over him, and land with my face on the second floor, trying madly to get up, he comes over and sits on my head. Digging his claws into my neck.

I groan, trying to shake him off. "Rusty!" I yowl. Yes, she named him after that wonderful cat in the Warriors series. Dad and I both hope that some day he'll go run off to join the clans.

Rusty just mocks me by yowling right back at me. "Stupid cat," I mutter, finally dumping the fifty pound cat off of my head. He screeches in indignation. "Oh, go jump in the sink." I say, thinking of the sink downstairs full of dishes and water.

He looks at me with disdain, prancing downstairs. I go into the bathroom, pulling my brush out from a drawer, and begin brushing my hair. I feel ... awful. A headache just started pounding, my ears are buzzing ... I sit down quickly on the seat of the toliet.

I feel faint, as if I'm going to throw up. Rusty gives a yowl from downstairs. I manage to stand up, walk to the edge of the stairs ... my Mom gives a shriek ... the stairs zoom towards my vision, and I ... I'm ...

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-Katrinna-

"Thank you, Ms. Thompson. I'll see you next week," I tell my violin teacher.

"Practice, Theonn," she says by way of parting. Her wedge heels hit the floor in the same rhythm as the headache pounding in my skull. 

I rub my temples slowly. I've been feeling badly for quite some time. No matter how much sleep I allow myself, I still wake up feeling groggy. My body feels exhausted, yet I've done nothing more than my regular schedule. What's wrong? Do I have a common cold? It's unlikely, but possible. My weak immune system rarely is a problem this time of year. Is it getting worse? A new allergy?

These thoughts swirling in my head, I put away my violin and start to the kitchen of our little apartment. Like everything else in our tiny, neat home, it's compact and efficent. There's a counter with three stools near it where we eat dinner, a stove, a small refridgerator, a few cupboards and a dish towel. I'm almost to the fridge when my leg jerks randomly. I think for a moment I must have hit something- maybe static or something, my exhausted brain isn't sure- so I sit down to check my leg. My left arm jerks, then my right arm. I can feel my body spasming. I manage to open my mouth to yell, but I only let out a gargled cry. 

Inefficent even at dying, it takes me a good three minutes to sink into darkness. By the time I'm out, my mom is cradling me as my dad frantically dials 911.

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beep. beep. beep. beep. beep.

I'm somewhere soft and warm; when I shift slightly, something slides over me. I'm in a bed; I must have gotten to the hospital in time. I open my eyes.

This is not a hospital. The off-white walls are too dirty, and the brightly grinning man standing in the corner looks too much like a model to be a doctor. The sort of model designed to make you relate to them and believe them.

"Katrinna," he says with a huge, beautiful smile, "I suppose you'll be wanting some answers."

"That's Miss Theonn," I tell him. "And no, I'm quite fine. I would prefer to speak to my parents."

He completely ignores me. "You see, you have a special medical condition which means you will continue having seizures almost constantly. It's very complicated to explain, but it basically means you will die in a year or so, when you're fourteen." He grins at me brightly. "To help you feel better, I'll show you some fellow des- sufferers."

"GREAT!" I give him a faux smile. "That's amazing! Can I go talk to them?" I roll out of the bed. Luckily, I'm still in my regular clothes. I hang my hands in my pockets casually. My phone is still intact, at least, as well as a pack of mints. I doubt there's any service, and I can't just call 911 right off the bat. Who knows how long I've been out- they could think I'm dead by now, what with the seizure and kidnapping. These fellow "sufferers" might be able to help.