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marvellousstawler · 7 months

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Mon 9 Oct

Welcome to the special post-PAXAus edition of...my journal, I guess? I'm going to start with one of my takeaways from a panel I attended featuring Erika Ishii. I was struck with the honesty of their advice to the audience, a sort of honesty usually eschewed in panels like these in favour of a pristine optimism to inspire hope in the audience. She outlined it this way: getting to do the thing you love as a career is a fusion of hard work/persistent effort toward that thing, and right-place-right-time-right-person opportunity. So, no matter what career you have (or do not have), ALWAYS do the thing you love whenever you get a chance. Because you need to be ready for when those opportunities present themselves, even if they never will. I personally found that very inspiring, given how much of my time and energy I now have to spend on my Big Girl Job(tm).

But, to add to her advice, I think there was something Ishii missed an opportunity to address in their panel; your passion shouldn't come at the cost of you. If you have a job or something else that takes all the energy out of you, it's no good putting even more pressure on yourself to get art/writing/whatever done if it's just going to burn you out. One thing that I'm very happy that she emphasised is this: it's more than okay, to be JUST ok at things! More people should let themselves be just ok at things.

Art My past self was right in her prediction of my current self -- I am indeed the owner of a wonderfully shitty Flame Emperor Mask, and I'm pleased to report that it is just as janky, creepy and inconvenient to both wear and carry as could be expected of a first-time cosplay-maker. I met many extremely talented cosplayers at PAX; it ain't easy and it ain't cheap; mad respect. It was a surreal experience, taking (as they say in D&D) a level of exhaustion, just to complete an item to wear for one day (in case you're wondering what inspired me to provide the soapbox paragraph above this one). Even so, it is now proudly displayed on my bookshelf, well worth doing just to try something new and do something fun. Let me know in the replies if you'd like to see it. I *might* still have some time this evening to work on my cool D&D characters picture (working title is 'Sisters In Moons') now that I've completed the mask, but actually my priority this evening is to catch up on rest. PAXing is taxing.

Writing So much Mittelfranks brainrot I literally opened Google Docs on my phone to work on it during my lunchbreak, which given I usually need a nice quiet comfy space with a desk and computer to do any work, is very unlike me. Where's all this motivation for my other projects! Still, only writing for 5 minutes at a time whenever I get a chance to open my phone, while perfectly respectable, hasn't actually yielded a great many words, this week. The only other thing I worked on was one of two D&D-related projects (one for each character/campaign I'm in atm), where I attempt to make notes about every NPC we've met and their factions, using the style and cadence of the character I'm playing. I don't believe I'll be able to write either of them as quickly as new NPCs get introduced, but gosh darn if I ain't gonna try.

Reading I have not had much opportunity to read this week. I usually read on the train, and these past days I have just been too tired to do anything but stare out the window. I did, however, on the way home from the end of PAX, get the sudden resolve to purge my room of the "excess" books I've accrued throughout my life, either from gift-givers who wished plenty but knew little, or a Past Self trying to shape herself into something that she would never be. I have no issue keeping books of childhood significance in this room, with the expectation that they will remain here when I move out, but everything that is no longer providing positive energy, even if it's just neutral energy, should be brought to a better home. It would be unethical to let those books remain here, where they can't be at their most loved!

Thaaaaaaaat said I'm not likely to get a free weekend any time soon...

Don't forget to vote.

#journal #marvomakesathing #creative writing #writeblr #cosplay #pax aus #writing #art #books and reading #bookblr #writers of tumblr #soapbox #advice

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dj-baklava · 10 months

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Something I’ve been thinking about for a bit

Megaton watched as the newest of the decepticon troops, a set of twins argued with one another. A glimpse of a memory danced in the lords mind of before all of this before he lost his beloved and his children, the memory was bittersweet.

Three sparklings played an older boy and a set of twins one black and yellow the other black and orange, the older brother was trying to get the twins under control while Orion smiled sweetly at there children.

“Hay boss man?!” Megan’s was broken from his trial of thoughts but the current twins in front of him.

“Ya kinda zoned man” he sighed these two where nothing like his twins they where rude, arguing and fighting with one another nothing like the two sweet boys of his own.

“It’s nothing just” he sighed “leave me be, and starscream” the seeker standing next to his lord head popped up from his clipboard.

“Yes my lord?” He had an idea of what his order may be but none the lest sat and waited.

“Set up a time for me to visit out post 3”

“Out post 3? The prince’s out post?” Those where not the words the seeker wished to say really wished he could have said his cojinx’s out post but his lord would have shot him then and there.

“Yes I wish to visit my son” the smallest yet most genuine smile crossed the war lords face giving his second in command a glimmer of hope.

“Right away my lord shall I inform prince monarch of your arrival?”

“No it’s there birthday soon so let it be a surprise” at heart megaton dearly loved his twin sparklings and even the oldest who was not his own even if only one of them followed his footsteps, he still loved his family

#ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction #transformers #transformers oc #transformers megatron #transformers sparklings #transformers bumblebee #transformers hot rod #transformers Orion pax’s #writing #transformers fic

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ghostwrita · 11 months

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PAX University - Introduction

I am trying something a little different here. There will be multiple versions of this, so you can choose your love interest. Below is the introduction. Please let me know your thoughts.

- Ghost Writa

The introduction of monsters into human society has not been a smooth one. Desperate, the human and monster governments both worked together to create a school to help this transition. The school was given a large sum of money to operate, meaning the school had a huge scholarship fund set aside. Today at noon, the President of the university will be revealed as well as who got accepted into the university.

You and your friends all applied not knowing too much about the school. The location of the school is unknown, as well as the majors offered. Many speculate the ads for this university were an elaborate scam. Either way, all will be revealed soon.

You turn on your television to the local news channel. It looks like a standard press release. A tall woman is seen standing at a podium. She has tan skin and jet-black hair. Her presence is strong and you can tell she means business. Eventually the room falls silent and she begins to speak.

“Good afternoon, everyone. Today marks a new beginning. Today is a day that you all will witness to the first step taken to integrate humans and monsters together. The integration of monsters to human society has been quite the struggle. Yet we cannot live a life of division and segregation.

The monster and human governments have worked hard to create a division whose sole purpose is monster and human integration. This division decided to open a university that would have both monster and human students. The university sits in an area of land, distant from both human and monster civilization. This land is not marked on any map. This is to ensure the safety of both students and staff. It has been decided to call this area PAX, and thus the university was given the name PAX University.

It brings me great pleasure to introduce myself as Amber McArnold, PAX University President. I will not hold up too much of your time. I have one announcement to make, and then will open up the floor for a few questions.

The university has taken great care and time filtering through our applicants. I now have the privilege of informing you that all application statuses have been sent and delivered. Applicants, please check your front door for updates.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. As you open the door, you see a gold box with a silver ribbon. On the ribbon read a tag with a simple “congratulations” on it. You waste no time in bringing the box inside and opening it. Within the box were a few university shirts as well as a folder. The folder held a letter as well as some blank paper.

The letter read:

We are honored to have you attend PAX University. Your application was one that stood out in many ways. We are happy to award you a full ride into an illustrious university.

We are sure questions are running through your head, please hold on to each and everyone. This is a new experience for us all, thus we want to give our students enough time to adjust. We are opening our doors a month prior to the start of school to ensure this transition is an easy one.

In addition to this letter, your folder contains a few blank pieces of paper. These will be important soon, but for now please keep them safe.

In the next few days, you will get an email to schedule your travel arrangements. Please respond to this email as soon as you can.

We hope this message comes off as both peaceful and xenial,

~ Your PAX family

After reading the letter, you quickly began messaging your friends who also applied. You all applied to this university not expecting to get in, so you were pleasantly surprised when you discovered that you not only got in, but got a full ride to the university. Sadly, however, you were the only one of friends to do such. With some encouragement from your friends, you decided to accept the university’s offer. While you will miss home, you couldn’t be more excited.

#trying something new #monster girlfriend #monster boyfriend #pax university #paxuniversity #i feel like i should start doing moodboards like the other writers on here #but i be lazy lowkey

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ut-girl666 · 2 years

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Okay, okay. So we have (basically) canon Poet!Megatron. but, hear me out here - what about Author!Megatron?? Like, writes books, not just poetry.

Personally, I think of Fantasy Genre being what he writes, and he ends up with a good couple books. And like, they’re really well written. Beautiful plot, fantastic characters, gives plenty of development to each of them, and whole arcs, usually completed before the book ends.

Even better; he specifically tries to make them LGBTQ+ friendly. He makes lots of diverse fun characters, with different identities of all kinds. Particular interesting thing he does specifically for his repulsed readers, is he actually warns when there will be smut or something close in a chapter. This is because he’s a Repulsed!AroAce. And further more, when scenes like that actually happen (not in the first two, only implied), he actively admits, no, he didn’t write them, one of his ‘editors’ did.

He also tends to write his books with lots of warnings, and usually puts a page between each chapter, specifically so readers aren’t immediately tossed into something they weren’t alright with, because he knows that people have trauma, and PTSD, because he does himself, and doesn’t want to put his readers into a bad spot, because of his writing. He’s a very friendly writer.

And now into the funnies of Author!Megs.

One day Elita drags him onto Twitter and Tumblr. He effectively does normal twitter stuff, and he talks to some fans/readers, lets them ask stuff, etc. Tumblr, he talks, interacts a little more, and reblogs a lot, he also has a few little blogs - one for reblogging things, one for just his own talking and stuff (inc when he comments on his weblogs outside of tags - those go on both.), one where he is magical author man. Readers can talk to him there, and see when he makes new content just for fun. They love it!

And when they do the asking, it depends which he’s on. Twitter - he’s serious, mature, and very adult. Tumblr - it’s like he looked at his full ass inbox, and did some drugs before answering them. He is so fun on Tumblr.

“You said [Character] does [Hobby] in the first book, and they still do in [Later book]. Did they get any better?”

Twitter Megs: It depends. Time may only tell if they did. Full answer on tumblr - [link]

Tumblr Megs:

lol they still suck ass.

Also, Elita, being an Artist on Tumblr with her own characters, world, lore, and stuff, knows him. She loves to make him things, and has read his books. She likes them. Eventually once Ariel and Orion were bondmates, and she started having to spend more time with him (Orion and Megs shared a house for like, their v. of six years, basically- and they were gonna be in-laws, gotta learn to get along with the family. kinda. at least for dinner.), they got along. She became his beta-reader for the third book, and his editor. (She suggested the smut, and wrote it. The explicit part is on her tumblr/ao3, megs didn’t let that go through, only suggestive/implied! He got really hot and bothered by it… in the negative way. He likes it, until the actual sex. Then *scream* SLAM! So it all goes on ao3.)

She also stands up for him when people steal his shit. He doesn’t really do much besides say ‘hey, please don’t copy/steal my stuff’, as he’s new to the internet. She’s been around since he was fourteen, and she used to be like that, but now she’s aged up, and she will not tolerate theft!! So she screams it from the rooftops, and alerts people “hey! They steal/copy other ppl’s content! Stay away from them! >:(.” it’s something she does for a lot of people, and Megs is included bc she knows that just like her, he hold his blorbos close and dear to his heart.

Ppl also hate him in the second book/prequel, he does the thing, and kills a character for the first time, especially one that had become so beloved!! He didn’t like doing it. He cried, a lot. He hated having to bring them back home to him. But he happily put them out into the world for ppl to make fics about them.

That being said, he doesn’t like it when people make fics where they mess with specific established stuff (sexuality, race, etc.), but otherwise, if it’s just an AU (Cafe!AU, Royalty!AU, Highschool!AU, etc.), other little things, (fluff, angst, etc.), or even something else (fix-it fic, song-fic, slice of life, how a pair may have got together, etc.) he loves them!! He loves all of that, to see people being inspired, tossing his babies into scenarios, making what-if?s about them, maybe letting them have a break with some fluff, or whatever! It’s his favorite! And he loves to scroll and see the things. So every time his kills a character, he puts a tag around their neck, and gives them back to the fan base to play with.

I’m begging you lot, think about it!! Just an idea, but what if?! Wouldn’t it be fun?

#transformers #memes #maccadam #megatron #au idea #elita one #orion pax #ariel #writer megatron #author megatron

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the-cinnamon-snail · 2 years

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Repost of my story because I can't find the old one and have no energy to do so.

Beware blood, injury, illness, and old/out dated writing of mine. This does get bad and if you read I hope my worse writing lessens that.

Apocalypse Of The Fallen

At first, everyone thought it could not get worse. A deadly virus broke out, and people had to quarantine. It got better for a bit, then worse, and then everything looked like it would be over. But then, the third wave struck, and it was horrible. People got sick even when there was no apparent exposure to the virus, and if you did not get any treatment you were lucky to have three weeks left. My parents were some of the first to go, before people even realized the third wave was coming.

Bouncing around foster care for a bit, I saw a lot of people. They said they could not keep me for longer because I was a teenager, but I am sure it was because of my parents. When everything started falling apart I was with a family called the Nicklesons. Mr. Nickleson was not too bad, but he expected me to help, or fully, clean everything, but that was it. Mrs. Nickleson was a stay at home mom, and insisted that I should call her Mich. I never really got to that though. My favorite Nickleson was Jinny, for sure. She was barely in the second grade, and felt like a real sibling to me.

The first sign that something was wrong was the power outage. Of course, we just thought it was a normal outage, a few hours and then it would be back on. The first day it was out was when we started worrying. Luckily, phone signals were still up, probably not for much longer though. Mrs. Nickleson took the opportunity to call her aunt who lived just out of town, and set up plans to stay with her while the power was completely out. I will never forget how excited Jinny was when she heard about it.

Of course, in one of our back to back strokes of bad luck, the car was completely and utterly out of gas. We eventually decided on taking the next best option, a public bus, it could not be that bad. It was pretty old, but it still drove. The bus held around 20 other worried passengers, all adults somehow, that talked to the Nicklesons about what happened. From what I heard, which was barely anything, we were lucky we just got a power outage. Gas leaks were coming up all over, and apparently we had barely missed one.

I felt a tug at the bottom of my jacket, and looked down at Jinny, she had tears in her eyes. I asked what was wrong and she mumbled out ¨..It is too loud...¨ I could not exactly stop all the conversations and creaking for her, so I let out a small sigh and asked if she wanted me to carry her. She smiled widely and was clinging to me like a koala in a matter of seconds. The bus started rattling loudly and she almost squeezed the air out of my lungs. ¨Do not worry Jin.¨ I said as I patted her back. ¨It will be fine.¨ She nodded, ¨Okay Rye..¨ and in a few minutes managed to doze off, leaving me to carry her.

After Jinny fell asleep, the rattling got even worse, it was a miracle she managed to sleep while even some of the adults looked worried or possibly a bit scared. The Nicklesons were talking in quick, but hushed voices, and I knew not to bother them. I sat down on the floor, against the wall of the bus, Jinny was still latched onto me. After a few minutes, the driver, a middle aged man, got a call. It seemed important or something of the like, as he got a look of terror on his face which he tried to hide. ¨Okay Listen!¨ He semi yelled so that everyone could hear him from the front. ¨I have received orders to head to the stadium. There is a risk that we are in another outbreak.¨ The adults looked really scared then, but a few of them grumbled something about being late.

The bus took a turn and screeched loudly, that led me to wondering how old the thing really was. It was still a huge surprise to me that Jinny had not been woken up yet, but I am glad she was not. We reached the stadium quick enough, luckily the bus never broke down like I secretly thought it would. The sight of the stadium would have been borderline horrific to someone like Jinny. I held her sleeping body tight and grabbed Mrs. Nickleson´s hand before I could stop myself. She smiled at me warmly but I could tell she was just as concerned as I was. I am sure Mr. Nickleson felt the same, but he was just much better at hiding it.

The stadium had some kind of border security around it, and dozens of ambulances dotted around testing everyone entering for the virus. Other police were there too, making sure everyone had identification on them. It was to make sure no one was lost in the stadium, but it was still unnerving nonetheless. We had to wake up Jinny for the test, and luckily all four of ours came back completely negative. When we got to the police for identification, Mr. and Mrs. Nickleson showed their driver's licenses, and Jinny just needed her name. I was given a suspicious look as I did not look anything like my foster family. I showed them my recently given drivers permit, which I was lucky enough to have in my jacket pocket.

The real terrible thing was the inside of the stadium, definitely. It was almost completely full, which I guess was not exactly a bad thing on its own. However, when there was still a load of people outside wanting or needing to get in, it was certainly a problem. The Nicklesons and I found a relatively empty space next to a few people who lived in or near our area. The air felt really stuffy and made Jinny´s eyes water. Mrs. Nickleson patted me on the back, ¨It will be fine Riley.¨ She said. I am not really sure if she meant it or not. Mr. Nickleson was practically ignoring us, answering call after call. I never did learn where he worked, but it did not matter.

It eventually started getting dark, and Jinny had gone to sleep around an hour before, she was exhausted. Mrs. Nickleson had to call her aunt again, just to say the four of us were fine, and to tell her where we were. Something her aunt said must have upset Mrs. Nickleson, because she hung up grimacing. She turned to face me, ¨Riley.¨ she said, getting my attention. I was already listening, but I turned to her to show that I was. ¨..Aunt Jane has decided to move out to the farm house.¨ I nodded, now I understood why she looked so bothered. Jane´s farmhouse was way out in the country, and it would be much harder to get there.

I woke up to Mr. Nickleson shaking me, shouting at me to get up. I jumped up in shock, I had not even realized that I had fallen asleep. Mrs. Nickleson stood a bit in front of us, staring across the field in a mixture of shock and horror. Across the field the air seemed to be colored, and the ambulances once outside were rushing in. Most likely worst of all, some of the people over there seemed to be hacking up blood. This likely meant that someone with the disease had made it into the stadium.

Jinny was still asleep, but I quickly picked her up off the ground. Luckily for me and her, she did not wake up, I hoped that she would not see anything that was currently going on. The side of the stadium that was not in quarantine, our side, started rushing towards the doors. The Nicklesons and I were nearly crushed by all the people trying to get out. I would not be surprised if a few people actually got trampled during it. Everything seemed to close in, I felt like I was almost suffocated before I got out of the doors, still holding a now awoken Jinny tightly. ¨Where are mom and dad..?¨ She groggily asked me, unaware of anything that had just happened. When she asked me that, I looked around and realized that the four of us had been separated. I took a deep breath to remain calm, ¨We will find them. Do not worry Jin, it will be fine.¨

It, most likely, would definitely not be fine anytime soon, but I had to keep calm so Jinny would stay calm. We wandered around a bit looking for her parents, and I kept Jinny from noticing just how shaken up other people were. So far that second part had been going well. The two of us eventually made it to a police officer and asked if he could help us find where Jinny´s parents were. As luck would have it, he was one of the officers who had ID checked us. He said that he would look around, and told us to check around ourselves of all things. Did he not realize that we could also get lost? Then he would have to look for us, and the Nicklesons.

Jinny and I, of course, still looked ourselves, it was best not to question a police officer. Jinny walked close to me, and luckily the people avoided us or moved out of the way so as not to crush her. We walked around quite a bit, but did not manage to find them. I hope it was because they were looking for us too. Jinny started walking even closer to me, once again on the verge of tears. She babbled something that I could not quite decipher, it was probably way too loud again. I patted her head and reassured her that we would find her parents. I may have lied to her, but there was not much else that I could do.

We walked all the way back to the edge of the large group of people after what I would say was an hour of searching. We found nothing on where her parents were, and I had to carry Jinny because she could not walk anymore. Everything calmed down in the crowd for a few minutes, but of course it did not stay that way. In the front and even middle of the group, people started moving forward, away from where me and Jinny were resting. In a moment of terror, I thought our area was being quarantined. However I soon noticed the buses lined up and the police directing people towards them. Jinny and I started moving towards the buses like everyone else after a few minutes.

Walking to the buses I was in deep thought, everytime I realized how many people were still quarantined in the stadium.. Or possibly even dead, I had to hold myself back from telling Jinny what happened. She was only 7, she did not need to hear it. When we got to the bus we were asked where our parents were. I first corrected them, Jinny´s parents, but then I made a half-lie about just losing them. It would have been way longer of a wait if I told the truth. We were let on the bus, and I led Jinny to the back seat with me. We were left alone for the most part, which was good. Another good thing is that the bus was not even completely full, I guess we got lucky.

Jinny fell asleep against me not too far into the ride, which was not too surprising. I stared out the window of the bus into the city, the sun was fully out again but the streets were close to abandoned. I thought to ask where exactly the bus was going, but I decided against it. I assumed they would all be heading to the same place, and out of the area for that place was good enough for me. I really was just hoping that the Nicklesons were on another bus, and we would find them when the buses all got to wherever they were headed. Sighing, I leaned back against the bus seat, I decided a small nap would not hurt anyone.

I, once again, woke up. The bus was now driving through a dense forest area that I recognized as the one on the edge of town, and Jinny seemed to still be asleep against me. The bus seemed hotter than when it started moving, but I paid it no mind, It probably just warmed up outside. I looked around the public bus and most, if not all of the other passengers were asleep. I tried going back to sleep, but I never could no matter how hard I tried. The sun still seemed to be up, so that was probably why. Leaning against the seat, I felt it shake a bit, I hoped it was just not tightened enough somewhere.

The bus was definitely heating up, no question about it now. The bus driver looked worried, and I do not think she knew I was awake. She patted the steering wheel and whispered something to herself that I didn't quite understand. The bus, like the bus me and the Nicklesons took to the stadium, started violently rattling. That could not be right.. Maybe the bus was older than it looked, yeah that had to be right. The look on the driver's face however, said otherwise.

I pulled Jinny close so she did not wake up, as if I could protect her from the shaking. The driver jumped up and almost fell out of her seat, and rushed back as if to grab something. She had to have remembered that she was the one driving as she looked into my horrified eyes. The bus turned and swerved into a ditch. As we fell, I held Jinny tight, and the world went black.

I woke up in a murky, sticky pool, and I was holding something large under me. I looked down to see Jinny, she was the thing I was holding, she seemed fine, just a bit dirty. The pool is what I thought was a dirty, dark red color, it could have been blood. I blinked a bit before finding out that I was only seeing out of one eye, but at least I could still see. I lifted my head off the floor, and I got really dizzy, but as my vision cleared, all I saw was red. Through muffled horror, I saw the other passengers strewn about, it looked like Jinny and I were the only ones capable of waking up again. I looked down again at Jinny, she was passed out but breathing fine. Her leg worried me a lot though, her ankle seemed sprained, or at least very badly rolled.

The bus was on its side, and even worse, the door side was on the ground. My headache was pounding now, like someone bludgeoned my head with a hammer. Just getting up made me so dizzy I almost passed out, luckily i did not. I still could only see out of one eye, it felt like I could not open the other. My hair felt stiff and sticky,it must have laid in the pool of blood.. the thought alone was disgusting. I thought to wake Jinny up so we both could find a way to leave the bus quicker or maybe even easier, but I stopped myself. She did not need to see any of this, it was too brutal. I took a deep breath, I could not exactly think straight. I could feel the adrenaline just barely keeping me conscious. Maybe that is why I am not as scared as I ought to be. Looking to the windows, now on the ceiling, I realized that they were just big enough for me to climb through. I reminded myself of Jinny. I could not forget about Jinny, but she could fit through the windows if I could.

I stumbled over to be directly under one of the windows, it did not look like the sun was up outside, but maybe I just could not see it. I definitely could not reach those windows, I do not know if I ever thought that I could. My headache was still pounding in my ears, I remember one bus I took that had a back door, I remember sitting right by it, maybe this bus had a back door too? Looking back towards to thIe back wall, my blurry vision saw a latch. I went as quick as I could without falling over or stepping on someone.. Which was really hard with my fading vision. I grabbed the latch and pulled as hard as I could, but the door did not budge. I looked out the window, there did not seem to be anything blocking it either. I pulled the latch, and collapsed against the door. I fell against the door with a strong grip on the latch, and the door swung open.

I fell out into the grass of the ditch, I caught myself but my arms crumpled under my weight. I did not think it would be a push door. I looked back into the horror scene of the bus, I needed to get Jinny out now. She absolutely could not wake up in there, I could not let that happen. Jinny should not have to see that. I forced myself up and semi-stumbled back into the bus. By some miracle, I managed to pick her up. I almost dropped her when she moved in her sleep, but I managed to keep a hold on her. I dragged myself out of the bus, now holding Jinny, and set her down against the side of the ditch. I sat down right next to her, and it felt like as soon as I sat down against the ditch, I blacked out.

I woke up to Jinny squeezing me tightly, tears pouring down her slightly bruised face.¨Riley.. please wake up.. Ri please!” She yelled while burying her face in my jacket. I coughed a bit, ¨Hey.. Hey Jin..¨ I said, my words were coming out slurred. She looked up to me with her tear stained face, for a moment I thought she saw the inside of the bus. But then she put her hand on the back of my head, it was right where my headache was coming from. I pulled her hand away, my head was hurting and Jinny was not exactly helping. ¨Cmon Jinny, what is wrong?¨ Jinny looked down and showed me the hand she had placed on the back of my head, it was now covered in blood.

I most definitely had a concussion, all the side effects were there, and it explained a lot of what had happened. My slurred words, blurry vision, dizziness, all of that.. I should have figured it out, but I did not because of it. A thought came to me and I reached up to feel the eye I could not see out of, and it proved my theory correct, it was caked over with dried blood. That was definitely going to hurt later if it was not already infected. I sat up slowly to not fall over, ¨Do not worry, I will be fine Jin..¨ I said slowly, trying not to trip over my words. I knew that I was lying, and I think that Jinny did too, because she hugged me tighter than before. ¨But..¨ She tried to say something, but I cut her off. ¨No buts.¨ Jinny nodded and got off of me, sitting down right next to me.

We sat together for a little while longer while I tried to gain my bearings back on reality. Jinny was completely exhausted and could barely keep her eyes open, but she seemed extremely interested in the area around the ditch we were in. ¨What has caught your eye, Jin?¨ I asked, my words had stopped slurring. Her eyes lit up in recognition of something, ¨This is near Auntie Jane´s house!” I sat up so quickly that I nearly blacked out again. ¨Are you sure Jin?¨ Jinny then pointed towards a tree with a full chunk out of it, surprisingly, it was still standing. She had told me before, but I never did quite believe her, but here was the oak, standing in all of its glory.

This was amazing, the best situation aside from what led up to it. All me and Jinny had to do now was manage to make it out of the ditch and over to Jane's house and then… the memory of Mrs. Nicholson´s phone call flashed through my head. Okay, so we do not have adults to help us, but the possibility of food and fresh running water was way too good to just pass up. ¨Okay Jinny, do you remember the way to your Aunt Jane's house?¨ I asked calmly to not put her on the spot. She nodded excitedly and stood up, or at least she tried to stand up. She immediately fell over, her foot giving out, and she bit her lip to not start wailing, but tears were starting to pour. How idiotic did I manage to be. I didn't even check in the slightest for the sprain she might have had, and she did have it. I sighed and wobbled to my feet, luckily being able to walk. I leaned down and surprisingly, I was still able to pick up Jinny without falling over. Maybe I was recovering quickly, or maybe some adrenaline was still left in me.

To make up for my mistake, I made absolutely sure that while holding Jinny that she never saw the bus. Luckily, it was pretty easy to get out of the ditch, so I got us both out fairly quickly. I walked with Jinny over to the tree, ¨Alright Jinny, where do we go from here?¨ I asked, grimacing when my words started slurring again. I hoped she remembered the quickest way there. She did not say anything, probably because she was still waiting for the tears to stop flowing, but she pointed forwards, so I decided that was as good of a response as any and started walking in said direction. I was just glad that wherever Jane's house was, it was away from the bus crash.

Jinny seemed pretty sure on the path she led us in, and I was told, and believe, that she has always had an amazing memory. Taking that into account, I did not doubt her for the slightest second. I, not too far into walking, started feeling so exhausted while carrying Jinny, and it hurt a lot to just keep walking and moving on, but I knew that I could not rest. I kept reminding myself that, if I sat down to rest against a tree, and maybe even sleep, there would be a good chance I would not be able to move, or maybe even wake up again. ¨So Jinny, how much farther is Aunt Jane's house?¨ She focused and stared forward around the are, ¨Not that much farther I don't think..¨

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