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The Nameless Girl: A Fairytale amongst Fairy Tales

Once upon a time, in the Outskirts of the Outer Zone, a farmer and his wife were expecting a child. The farmer, a cruel and selfish man, forced his young bride into marriage as soon as she had come of age, despite the fact that she did not love him. The farmer's wife loved someone else: a mirror maker who lived in the village.

It was the mirror-maker's child that she was to bear. When her husband learned of this, he went to the village, to the mirror maker's shop. The farmer smashed every mirror that had been made, before finally plunging a shard of glass into the mirror maker's heart.

After the farmer's wife had birthed the child, she too suffered the fate of the mirror shard, leaving the farmer a crying babe with ebony hair, a daughter that was not his. So hated by the farmer was this baby girl, that he did not see fit to grace her with a name. "Girl!" He would call her, "Damned girl, don't you ignore me!"

The farmer hated this girl, often whipping her back for the sake of entertainment - the scars left on her back seemed to shape a constellation of the Lady, Desdemona, the ill-fated one.

The marks seemed to tell a tale of her future, for when the Nameless girl turned ten, her guardian the farmer sold her to another man. In his care, she was unspeakably abused - acts of violence and violation made the girl introvert to herself - and she would often speak to her reflection in a mirror. The Nameless girl grew to love mirrors - the one person she could talk to was herself.

When the Nameless girl turned sixteen, the man to whom she had been sold broke the mirror to which she had so come to love. The Nameless girl, in an uncontrollable fit of rage, killed the man with a shard of glass from the mirror that he had broken - in doing so, a piece of glass so small that it couldn't be seen floated into the Nameless girl's eye. From that day hence, her blue eyes were ringed with silver, like two great mirrors.

The Nameless girl, no longer dictated, set off into the worlds, and settled one day, far from the edge of Nowhere, where she built herself an Ivory Tower. She left the Tower only to travel the lands and embrace what she loved best: mirrors. The Nameless girl traveled on the back of a great black dog, the size of a horse, and in her travels it was she who was the first to learn and practice the craft of Mirrors and Glass. The Nameless girl was the first to create the link between the mirrors, the opening between our world and the next.

And finally, a thousand years or more ago, the Nameless girl locked herself away in her Ivory tower, far from the Edge of Nowhere, with only her dog and her mirrors for company. No one has seen her since.

Legend has it, that the Nameless girl lives in her tower to this day still, un-aged all but for her hair which had turned shock-white, watching the lands of the Mirrorverse inside of her magic mirrors.

You are driving me absolutely crazy. I'm sorry, I am, because chances are if you knew I felt this way and I said it out loud, you would start to cry. Any time I ever try to express how I feel about something honestly, even when I'm being gentle about it, you STILL find a way to make it something HUGE, and turn me into the bad guy for feeling the way I do. I'm SORRY. But you know what, just because I move on from the subject doesn't mean that I feel any differently. I'm just not talking about it anymore, because apparently if I express myself I risk you bursting into tears. It drives me insane.

And then there's the fact that you keep walking back into things that do NOT need to be walked into. You walk right into them. Do you not learn your lesson the first time? Do you just not learn it, or are you ignoring it? Are you blinded by faith? Or are you a masochist? Because if that's it, I can't DEAL with it anymore. I just can't. It's not just you that's affected by it, you know, the people around you suffer too.

I just can't take it anymore. I love you tons and tons and tons. I'd do anything for you... but I just can't seem to catch a break.

Never sure what to say

September 11th, 2001.
I was in second grade, and to be honest I don't remember all that much about it. I do remember a few flashes of things but nothing much as a whole. I remember that we were doing something in my classroom - I'm not sure what it was, but we were definitely in class, not at recess or at specials... And then I remember that everyone was shouting about turning on the T.V.'s in the classrooms, and I don't remember my classmates reactions, but mostly I think we were all just confused. I don't think that we understood what was going on. But a lot of the teachers were crying, just... openly sobbing. We all got sent home early that day, and even when I did get home I didn't understand it. It's sad, because thinking back on it, I think most the younger students like myself were happy that day just because they got to leave school early; they couldn't even begin to comprehend what had happened.

Today I look back on it and sometimes I just want to cry. It's not like this was something that happened so far back in time that I wasn't around when it occurred: it's not like the Holocaust or Vietnam, or anything like that - I was actually there for this. And I didn't even understand it. My mother at the time was just getting out of being a fire marshal and into teaching. I know we don't live in New York, but I'm so glad that my mother wasn't firefighting at that time anyways. It would have made me just want to cry more than I already do at the thought of it all. It's just not fair.

Then I hear things about some pastor wanting to burn copies of the Qu'ran and I think... well, that's awfully stupid of you. Way to fix the problem (and I hope you're sensing my sarcasm through text). Yes, we were attacked. But were we attacked for our religion or for our nationality? If it's for our religion, were we attacked by another religion, or by another nationality? There's so much that I want to say, so much that I want to express that I'm just... I'm not sure how to phrase it. Whenever I try to phrase what I want to say I feel as if I sound uninformed or ignorant; and it's not that at all, or at least I should hope not. I just can't seem to say it. The most that I have worked out is this:

- You're entitled to believe what you want and no one should force you to believe what they believe.
- Sometimes, things are "right" for one person, but they don't fit with another. We may all come from the same mold, but the embellishments to each of us are different and are formed as we grow and learn.
- A select group of people does not reflect the views of a majority, the one exception being perhaps the Electoral College and THOSE people do not count because they are elected by a majority. No majority of people should be ostracized or punished because of a select group of people that happen to branch off from that majority.
- There is honestly no sense in violence, ever. The only reason that it happens is because one person starts it usually for no reason or for a lack-luster excuse that they happen to have (this does not mean that violence is necessary, it is an option they choose). From then, others feel the need to retaliate, whether to "prove a point" or for defense. And then it becomes a battle that truly lacks reason.
- Revenge does nothing good. Stop fooling yourself.
- Your way is not the only way: Get the f*ck over it.
- Get some perspective. All of you.
- Last but not least, if it's so Christian to turn the other cheek... why didn't we?

My prayers and thoughts go out to the families and friends who lost loved ones in the 9/11 attacks of '01. Perhaps the thoughts and prayers of a sixteen year old high school student don't mean much... but regardless, they're there.

- Georgiana <3.

Saturday [With Little Creative License]

I honestly haven't the slightest clue of what else to write about today except for just one thing: I can't wait for cooler weather. It's September the fourth and our highs are still in the 80's-90's, and to be honest I just hate hot weather. Seriously? It's just irritating to me. I've always preferred being cold to being hot, though being comfortable is most preferred over all. But if I had to pick the extremes (or extremes for my geographical region, at least), I would prefer the cold. Thank God fall is on the way. Jeans and turtlenecks: I miss you.

- Georgiana <3

I'm the Coolest Girl.

I am the coolest girl in the whole wide world
I know it but can't show it at all.
I am sick and tired of not knowing the places where I should belong
Its about time to prove them wrong
Give me a shot to show what I've got,
I'm a hell of a whole lot more
Than this frizzy hair,
These frumpy clothes I wear.

I am done with losing, on with choosing:
The coolest girl on the face of the planet,
The coolest bitch on earth god dammit,
The coolest chick you've ever seen or heard,
And you can try to break me down
But sorry guys, I'm sticking around,
I've thought about it and I've found
That I am the coolest
Girl.


A Very Potter Sequel <3.