@To All Of My Readers!
IBRAHIME'S STORY IS BACK! I AM SO EXCITED! I am so sorry the "difficulties" took so long, but here it is! :D Hope you like it! :D
Ibrahime's POV (E-brah-hem-eh)
My life is full of endless pain... I thought to myself as I looked at the grave of my 2 year old sister. Her name was Violet. She passed away tragically in a house fire that happened a while back. I miss her with all my heart. I looked up at the sky, thinking of heaven. The sky was dark, even though it was early morning. Soon, my mom joined me outside. Her black hair was swaying in the wind. She sat down beside me and placed her hand on the grave with Violets picture on it.
"We'll see her again, someday." She said with a sigh. A tear dropped down from my right eye and onto the garden that surrounded Violets grave. Then my mom hugged me.
Soon after, we went inside. I laid on my bed with slightly torn covers just wondering, where is my sis.. I mean, I hope shes in heaven.. After all, she was a pretty good girl for a 2 year old. Then my dad walked in.
"Ibrahime, do you want a cup of tea?" He asked.
"No." I answered. I was about to burst into tears, or hit my dad with a fireball, but I stopped myself. Then my dad closed my door behind him and walked towards my bed.
"Look, I know how depressed you are. I know how you feel. I miss her just as much as you do." He told me. Then, I just exploded in anger.
"No, dad. You don't know how I feel. I was closer to her than you will ever be!" I yelled.
"What did I do to you son!? What did I do to make you so, ANGRY with me?!" He exclaimed. I was surprised at how ignorant he was acting.
"You know what you did. It's too painful to talk about right now. Please leave me alone, okay?!" I asked angrily.
"You know what, fine. But remember, I can't help you if you don't talk." He replied. Then he slowly and quietly walked out of my room.
Well, thank you! I am so delighted! That sounded so British.. O_O Anyways, I have started a book. It's the first book in a trilogy I came up with. It currently has 247 pages! :D Well, I hope that when It's published, you will find it, and read it! New chappie soon!
I'm glad you like the chapter. Thank you for the advice! I will take it into account. And, what is "The 100 Isles"? By the way, new chapter soon! :D
I totally think you should continue! A word of advice, try reading your post from your reader's perspective just to make sure it's clear. And you should totally advertise "The 100 Isles" on my topic, "The Ultimate Fanfic Advertisement." Anyway, can't wait for more!!
Ibrahime and Akiera walked up to Ibrahime's parent's door. Akiera gave a big sigh, then knocked on the door. A woman answered. It looked like she was going to cry instantly. "You must me Ibraime's mother!" Akiera said, trying to verify her theory.
"Yes I am, and I'm very grateful that you brought him back to us!" Ibrahime rolled his eyes. "Please, come in!" His mom said. So Ibrahime and Akiera walked in.
"Wow Ibrahime, you have a huge house!" Akiera exclaimed. Ibrahime didn't answer, he just sat down on the sofa. "I brought him back so he could reconcile with his father. He told me the story. You know, the one about Violet.." Akiera said sadly.
"Well, his father is in his room taking a nap. I'll go wake him up if you like." His mom said.
"Okay, thank you. That would be nice of you." Then, she walked out of the room.
"Well, this is your chance." Akiera told Ibrahime. He just gave a big sigh, who was walking into the room looking drowsy.
"So, whats this about Ibrahime wanting to tell me something?" He asked. Then he sat on the couch beside Ibrahime.
"Dad. I came here to talk to you about, the day we had a fire in our house, that and the day that Violet left us..." Ibrahime said sadly.
"Son, I've told you a thousand times! I'm very sorry for losing my temper! That's all I can do!!" His dad confessed. Tears started streaming down Ibrahime's face, then he hugged his dad tightly. ?I love you, dad.? He said through his cry.
"I love you too, Ibrahime." Then, Akiera and Ibrahime's mother exchanged glances, and smiled.
I was overwhelmed. I couldn't even remember the last time me an my dad had hugged each other. I was reunited with my father. Finally.
:O A silent reader?! I don't get those a lot.. :P I'm so glad you like it and you're the first person to like the African names. :DD I'm glad you like them and I will try to post tomorrow. I have school though, so it might not work out. But I will definitely going to try. :D
I felt great sympathy for Ibrahime. It was one of the most saddest stories I had ever heard. I walked up to Ibrahime. He was frozen in thought. His eyes were filled with rage. A tiny tear dropped down from his right eye. Then, all of a sudden, Ibrahime started shooting fire at the arena in anger. Not thinking, just like his father, in that story he had just told me.
"STOP!" I yelled. "Snap out of it!" I shook him as hard as I could, but he wouldn't cease.
"You don't realize it, but you're doing the same thing your father did, that destroyed your sister!!" I shouted, still shaking him. He just kept doing it. It was like he was in a daydream, or a slide-show, filled with all the memories from that day. "Stop it now! I demand you to stop it!" But he wouldn't. So I tried something else. I made a wave of water from the arena, and splashed him with it. He fell back and put his hand on his eyes. I could tell he was trying to conceal it from me, but he was crying, I could tell. I ran over to him. He was soaking wet.
"Ibrahime. I know you are trying to bear all this stuff, and it seems hard. But I'm with you. You don't have to go through it alone." He just kept crying. He was really sad, and he'd been trying to hold it all in, all this time. And he had finally let it out. But I think it was too much for him the bear. I started to feel affection for Ibrahime. He made me feel warm inside, even on the coldest days. I think I had a crush on him from the start, but the feeling wasn't as strong as it is now. My cheeks turned red, but then, immediately changed back to normal. This was not the time to think about who I liked. Ibrahime needs me. He is very broken inside. I need to reunite him with his dad. I touched him on his shoulder.
"You'll be okay, once you welcome your father back to your heart. And I'm going to help you do that." He slowly stood up.
"It wont be easy. I might lose my temper you know, like I just did."
"I know, but I don't need easy, I just need possible." We both approached the door, and walked out of it. I gave a big sigh. This was going to be a close chance, but I'm going to try it.
Chapter 6 Inspired by: Cry By Dance Moms
Akiera's POV (Uh-key-er-ra)
I didn't feel like talking, or seeing.. I just, wanted to cry. Just, cry. I was ashamed. I never just cried.. I always at least did something... But I guess, this, was too sad... I wanted to stay laying on this bed forever... It was sad.. So sad... Everything in this city is changing! I mean, EVERYTHING! And I can't stand it anymore! I was going to do something about it, and I was going to make sure of it! I got out of the bed, and climbed down the ladder. Ibrahime was just standing there, admiring the arena, once again. I'm ready to go." I said blandly to Ibrahime. He turned around.
"Ready to go where? Ready to do what?! We have no home! We are homeless!! We have no were to go!" He yelled sadly. The sadness was great. A great sadness indeed. Something had happened. I was going to fine out what. What happened Ibrahime? "What happened to make this great sadness come upon you?"
He just stood there. Frozen in sadness and fear.
A great fear indeed. Then he finally answered. He explained that, when he was five his house caught on fire and his sister, Violet was left in there; later, he found out that his dad had caused the fire and was so mad that he had forgotten about his daughter.
When Ibrahime finally got done talking, he ended it with: "I forgive him, but I will never let that go."
Chapter 5 Inspired By: Safe And Sound, By Taylor Swift
Ibrahime's POV (E-brah-hem-eh)
I awoke in the softness of the bed in the Pro-Bending Arena. I realized that a lot had happened since I was last awake.
"I bet Akiera carried me here.." I said softly. Then I looked over at Akiera's "bed". She was sound asleep. "Probably tired from all the commotion that was going on yesterday..." I got out the bed, and walked over to the couch. "Akiera.. Its morning." She slightly opened her eyes and grunted.
"We'll be okay. I told her, then I rubbed her face with the back of my hand. She smiled. Then she touched my face with the back of her hand.
"I know." She sounded tired. I smiled back at her. Then she closed her eyes back. I went back over to sit on the bed she had let me sleep in. It was soft. It felt like a fluffy cloud.
"And to think she gave it up, for me..." I sighed. "Shes such a sweet girl, with a sweet soul." Then, she sat up slowly, and gave me a bashful look. I just smiled back at her. I got out the bed, and climbed down the ladder.
I just observed...it wasn't anything very exciting..I just liked observing. Why did they have to tear it down? I asked myself. I mean.. It could be a place where kids get to have mini bending battles with friends.. But of course, nobody thinks like I do.. Do they... Then, I heard somebody coming down the ladder. It was Akiera.
"So.. Whatcha doin?" She asked. "Just observing this old place, I guess.."
"It's sad right.."
She sighed. Then she ran over to hug me. I could feel tears coming down her face, and onto my sleeve. She was crying. "Why would they do this?"
"I don't know..."
"Well, it was really inconsiderate to all those people who love pro-bending!" She cried. "I know..."
"Look, Akiera..it's okay. Everything will be alright." Akiera looked up from my shirt, turned to the arena, and out of anger, waterbended a massive wave onto the pro-bending platform. Then, she just sunk her head back into my shirt. "Why?!?" She asked with all of her breath it seemed.
"I don't know!" I said in a louder tone. "Years ago, this city was much different.. Now, it is messed up.. and everything has changed!" She cried. Then she quickly climbed back up the ladder. I followed her.
"Aren't we going to eat breakfast?" I asked.
She didn't answer. She just kept her head buried in her pillow.
"Akiera! Answer me!!" I bellowed.
Still, no answer. I sighed. I just climbed back down the ladder.