The Hagat... And why I'm late

The Hagat is amazing, and it's all Pix's fault.

So, the Hagat. What you've been waiting to hear about for a while. It's, amazing. Remember last time I told you briefly about the Old Square in my town (if not click here and scroll down to the last full paragraph http://thesarahb.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/im-going-to-hagat.html), well, Pix took me to one of the old halfway shops in the vintage market (halfway shops are what I call shops that have a stall in the market, but it's at the side, then you walk through into a proper shop, then out onto the street. There's a few of them in both the Vintage and Butter markets). Inside the shop, she went into the changing room section, and through into a cubical, and then moved the mirror (!) and revealed a staircase, lit with, kinda mini stars ( the ceiling was like the actual night sky, on a really, really clear night, with loads of stars. There were shooting stars and I swear I saw Orion's belt) twisting down. It was quite cool, they were really pretty old fashioned iron stairs. And, we walk past then, into another secret shop. Joking, we obviously went down them.
As we went further and further down, a warm glow appeared, then we got off (though we could have kept going for ages, I never got to see the bottom. I looked down the middle once, and even though I'm not scared for heights, I felt dizzy from how far down they went) and it was like we were in another city. That's basically what the Hagat is, an underground city, filled with magic.
Technically, the Hagat stands for Hall of Any and all Golden blood Activities and Ties. And originally that's all it was, a secret underground hall where golden bloods would come and practice their "arts" and talk, and for many get married and what not. It was a place outside the world of secrecy we have to live in. The original Hagat building is still there, at the center of the current Hagat. You can still get married in it and meet up in it, but it's more of a council house now. It's where all the boring magical politics happen really. The only thing that make the Hagat not a city is the fact very, very few people live there. it's true, there's hotels and museums and shops and the biggest library I've ever seen and training centers and a massive magical garden and zoo and swimming pool and everything, but not a single home. Some people have made small rooms in the back of their shops, but most people live above the ground.
To be honest, I don't blame them, it's a bit claustrophobic living underground. The air doesn't feel right, it's not a fresh.
So, yeah, if I started to describe it to you I'd be here forever, os instead I decided I'm going to explain a little bit every week, so then you get the full detail. Presides, there's nothing much else to blog about.

Oh, and why I'm late.
Yes, I did go last week, but I stayed there for longer than I thought, and so I got back home at 11.PM. My parent's weren't happy, so they punished me by banning me from the computer for a week and from meeting up with my friends for a month, so that's great.
It's a little bit of Pix's fault, but really, it's mutual, with a few other people thrown in. Pix (Frances, she succeeded in getting me to call her Pix) was giving me a tour, and we just lost track of time.

Keep on reading the Sarah B Blog to get more interesting info on my rather unusual life.

Oh, and I asked Pix to update my Tumblr for me (http://thesarahb-fullstop.tumblr.com/) and then went on to treat it like her own. So I'm going to kill her. Is all.

I'm going to the Hagat!!!

...At least, I think so.

Okay, so I'm meeting up with a friend tomorrow to go to the Hagat. If I wasn't such a drama fan, I could just tell you who and how and it'd be pretty simple. But instead, I'm going to tell you the whole fricking story, be a bit vague and give out points to people who guessed it.
Oh, and I also have tumblr now. This is still going to be my main home, as I stick to my loyalties. But I'll be there too (here I'll put extras and other fun stuff. Well, more detailed, and less random crap. I'm not being very nice today am I? Wonder why? Ah well, on with the show).
So at six-form, we have a break between B-Block and C-Block (lesson 2 and 3). Today I happened to have law B-Block and I was walking with Frances to the Pal, and we were talking and, you know, being normal. Well I was, Frances seems quiet when you first meet her, but then you begin talking with her and she's a lot more crayz and immature and hyper than you first think. But I'm fine with that. I mean, she's still and nice person, and everything. She still makes sense, and often, her crazy is just super clever.
Anyway, we were walking to the Pal, and I saw Dermid. Frances obviously did too as she hug attacked him. And he was all "Hey Pix" and she... I think she meowed. In a happy, squealy way, not slutty purry way. Still, weird. Once Dermid managed to get some air back into his lungs (for something so cute and harmless, she certainly is powerful) I asked them if they knew each other (I'm not stupid, I know they did. But you don't just ask people how they know each other. It's just not right). Then Frances got all weird and stuttery and making-up-an-explanation-as-she-goes-along-y. Dermid kindly put her out of her misery by simply saying "yeah, I know Pix from the Hagat".
Long story short,  Frances turns out to be a pixie (well, half pixie half fairy, but she's in denial about the fairy), and she goes to the Hagat too. She was kind enough to invite me to meet her tomorrow at the Vintage Market in Old Square. See, in town, we have this big block, right at hte center. It has loads of ancient family run shops and the museum and town hall and library (the library's massive, considering it's such a small town/city.) and there's the butter market for all your veg and butter and meat, and the vintage market for clothing and books and jewelry and furniture and there's tailors and this place that prints books the old fashioned way, so each one is unique, and I love it there. There used to be this massive indoor garden, but apparently it got neglected and you're not allowed in anymore, especially since the owners closed it off. I mean, we also have a Primark and Tesco and Works and stuff, but it's just the center.
So anyway, to sum up what we have learnt today:
Frances is a pixie
I am going to the Hagat hopefully tomorrow
And my town has this freaking huge and awesome old district

Keeping of reading The Sarah B Blog to finally found out what the mysterious Hagat is.

Is it wrong to be jealous of Frances, despite how cute and innocent and kitten-like she is? I mean, she does know Dermid better than me.
I think.
At least, I can't hug attack him.

The Blog Problem

So, if you haven't guessed, I'm blogging. Which is obvious from the fact you are reading this. But keep in mind, dear readers, I'm blogging about my life. Which isn't exactly normal. So I obviously don't go flaunting my powers and the info I share here in real life, and recently (today) I got told by a certain boy I shouldn't be doing it here either.
The main point here is...
ALGERNON CAME TO MY SCHOOL TO TELL ME OFF!!!
There's no chance I'm going to give up; A) as I have no subscribers/ watcher/ whatever they're called and, B) I doubt may of you would believe it. If I couldn't see lies, I wouldn't either (oh, BTW, Algernon taught me ages ago how to turn my power thingies off, so I can pretend to be normal. Because looking at someone lying at their boyfriend when they say "I love you"; not nice. Actually, it sucks, as they made a really cute couple).
Anyway, main point, today I was eating lunch in "the Pall" (it's what we call the lunch part of the school. There's no lunch hall exact, but outside they have three mini lunch selling places and you buy there if you buy then go in.) with my friends (Kitty, Adelia, Dermid, Darcy, Terri [she wasn't at the camping thing], Luke and Ashlee) (well, the girls on one table (plus Darcy), boys on another and we kept turning around to talk to each other. They're small tables) and then Algernon walks up to me, and processed to have a go at me for having a blog. In the quietest way possible. Which is still scary. And now Dermid pissed off with me for being stupid, Kitty and Adelia are annoyed, Terri wants to see it, Darcy thinks it's wrong and yeah, basically all the GBs (Golden Bloods) are annoyed at me, those who were at the camping thing aren't but say I'm stupid, and those who have no idea are just curious. I mean, what was I supposed to do. I don't keep a diary, I don't like wasting paper.

On a more positive note, I made a new friend! Her name's Frances, and she's in my law class. She's very, I can only describe her as cute and crazy. She has this whole pixie look going on, short pixie crop hair, astonishingly indigo-blue eyes that look all sparkly and starry, annoyingly so perfect skin, though it's supper pale, like (I keep saying this but) star light, really smiley. Plus she's always in these cute leather pixie boots. So she's super nice, but a bit bonkers (when I kept complaining about our teacher [he scared me and drives me to sleep with his monotone voice] she asked me if I would like some cheese. To go with my whine. A) Awesome, B) weird, C) clever.). She's apparently a super keen reader and wants to go into marketing, and she keeps saying I should go on Tumbler, so I might, but the only problem is then she'll read it. And think I'm crazy. Which might not be a problem.

Keep on reading The Sarah B Blog to see if I get Tumbler. And then follow me there.


And yes, still no idea what the Hagat is.

Oh, and Algernon, since I know you're reading this, watch/follow me. Please. I know you're out there and to be honest, you might as well.

Starting Six Form, Boys and Books

Well, I did that on Monday. But I haven't been abandoning you. Okay, so I have, but it's been for homework. Mostly. There's been some procrastination in there too. But if you're reading this to find out what the Hagat, there's no point. I still don't know and Merlin (Dermid) won't tell me. Admittedly I can't ask as despite having tow classes with him (English Language and Communications & Culture (from now on called C&C)) since it's a class, we're normally always surrounded by people. I shall talk about this more later, but for now, I'm going to get the boring stuff done.
If you're wondering what A-Levels I;m taking they are: C&C, English Language, Law and Further Mathematics, which means I do a whole A-Level this year, instead of getting an AS, which is half an A-Level, then if I don't drop it, I go on to do a Further Mathematics A-Level.Not sure if I'm going to take it further but anyway, it means 4 (hopefully) A-Levels instead of 3. But seriously, there is SO. MUCH. HOMEWORK. First week, it hasn't even been a full week, and I have done 10 pieces of homework, with 5 more to go. Not sure how I'm going to cope with blogging, so if I don't do it, it's probably because of the homework. Either doing it, or catching up of relaxing after doing it. Either way, blame it on the homework.
School lessons aside, I've started bending lessons with Kitty and Adelia. So far so good. I can currently make it freezing, and liquid bending's pretty easy. Liquids are more in touch with my emotions, which everyone's favorite staler Algernon taught me to control pretty well. But temperature has it's own emotions which you have to work with and adapt, and it's a lot harder.  I know it's not that Adelia's a bad teacher, if anything, she's the best I have. But I'm just not good at influencing others. I guess I just adapt myself.
On a plus note, no sign of my official stalker Algernon, though, I didn't exactly spot him before. I know he's meant ot be my guide, but couldn't he just give me his email and come down to aid me when I ask for it. I'm terrified he'll pop up at six-form. That would just be weird.
Also, thing with Dermid is that, well, we're talking a lot more now. There was a split, rip,tear, whatever you want to call it in our friendship group about, two, maybe three years ago now.I didn't really know him back then, and anyway, he ended up on one side, and I on the other. It was Ella's fault. She did something and I felt I had to side with her as she was my friend, can't even remember what the argument was about but anyway. I don't talk to Ella anymore. She tried to get it on with my ex whilst we were still going out.
So mainly because I sided with Ella during this argument thing, we've kinda had a not-so-close relationship. But now we're talking. It's weird. Because, you know, in books and films and basically everything,  the girl likes a guy who doesn't talk to her then something brings them together and "They all live happily ever after. The End". I like reading, so the reader in me is getting me hopeful. Which I don't like. Because this isn't a book. This is real life.

Though, to be honest, I can do pretty much whatever my mind puts itself to, so, maybe there's a chance of a fairytale ending.
No. Stop it Sarah.
But...

What do you guys think?

What happens when camping...

... should be mind-wiped of every single human, animal, insect, plant and cell present. Okay, maybe I'm a bit over the top with this, but it was still seriously bad. Well, maybe just bad.

Yes, I have been back 3 days and I haven't posted, but I've been busy being normal. You know, enrolling in six-form, watching TV, buying all my school stuff, watching TV on the computer, reading, watching movies... So some of it was useful but, yes, I was mostly begin lazy. But normal means being lazy, and whilst being a super-awesome-powerful-person, I still like to be normal when I can.But I don't mind being a super-awesome-powerful-person, just there's a time and place for it. And around a camp fire with 7 of your friends, including one crush and an ex boyfriend, is not the right time.
It wasn't even my fault really, that the vampire (actual one, not Algernon) found me. Said ex (his names Owen, cute, shorter than me, quiet with very limited interests. It was never going to work) came up to me and (he probably had a bit to drink, I know most of us had) said he still loved me and wanted to try again (we broke up two years ago. I'm just that good. Not appropriate?) and I FREAKED. As in WTF [insert weird face]. So my emotions rocketed in about 2.3 seconds. So my powers did too. So to certain golden bloods who want to consume me (which (I'm just guessing here, but this is based on every movie, book and other things that I've ever consumed information from) is a lot) I was much easier to find. 
Which is why a bit later, a vampire dropped from the sky. I say vampire, technically it's called a Moroii, which is a vampire who, once they kill/consume a person, they gain any magical abilities, memories and knowledge in the person, but they slowly fade due to, something, so that's why the keep on killing. By consume, I mean they bite you and suck your blood out, traditional vampire type.
So the Moroii jumped from the sky. Unfortunately it was behind me, so I had to turn to see what everyone was looking at, in which time, Dermid (aka Prince Charming, who's new nickname is Merlin) shot a bolt of blinding blue-white light from his hand. Which unfortunately missed her and set fire to the grass. Which spread alarmingly fast. Plus, Moroii still wanted to drink my blood, so not that good. 
Luckily I kicked into action, and blasted her with a jet of fear, which oddly is purple. It hit her and she was bleeding, but not dead. I then was going to hit her with some lust (mixed group of teenagers+alcohol, you do the maths. Maths. I'm a British spelling freak. I hate reading color or math) when Adelia (my best friend) sent a fire ball at her. So she burnt to dead. Then Kitty (another friend) put the fire out with a really heavy rainstorm. Then I noticed my other friend Darcy had turned into a wolf, and back. As a result of this, his clothes were torn to shreds and he was completely naked. It wasn't a nice sight.
So, out of the 8 at the camp over, 5 were golden bloods. I mean, I know Algernon said I'd attract other golden bloods, but that's just ridiculous. 
Oh, then Algernon himself appeared and said I could have done better. He's been following me for the past, however long it's been since I thought I left him behind at Centre Parks! Dermid got in a fight with him. Apparently I can do a lot more than just gain power from emotions. I can do pretty much anything any golden blood can. Dermid said he'll take me to "the Hagat". I don't know either.

To straighten things out, Dermid is a sorcerer, Kitty and Adelia both benders, and Darcy a shifter. Kitty can bend liquids, Adelia temperature. Darcy can become anything he wants, but prefers wolves.

See you next time, when The Sarah B Blog might tell you what the mysterious "Hagat" is. Or not. I don't know.

Explination time

WARNING: The following will make as much sense as the majority of facebook posts unless you read the previous blog. Plus it won't be as interesting. But possibly more important. Well, it is in my opinion. And anyway, onto the actual post.

So, last time this guy, I called him Algernon, his actual name is James (how boring) tried to kill me and then said I was a spirit walker. I'm not good with explaining, so I'll try and quote him, though the following may not be 100% what he said, it's pretty much his meaning.

 " A spirit walker is a person who can let go of their physical body, and exist as pure spirit. (Note, body isn't lying on the floor somewhere, it just disappears.) As pure spirit, they can harness the pure power of emotions, such as hate, love, hope, sadness; and handle it. So they can basically use it to do anything, from moving objects, to teleportation, to killing someone. Since emotions are powerful, many spirit walkers have 2 or 3 pure spirit forms. These each have their own personalities and handle emotions differently, as well as looking different. All have their pure spirit, which is a reflection of their own personality, and a dark side. These handle emotions such as hate, lust, revenge, anger, depression, desire, all the dark evil ones. And some have a light side to counter act their dark side; so they handle love, joy, hope, calm, all the positive ones.

 " Spirit walkers are very rare; there's only one or two per generation, so they have to teach themselves mostly, however other forms can harness the power and magic of emotions to a lesser form. One thing spirit walkers don't have to worry about is finding other golden bloods (people who have some sort of magic like elves or vampires or witches, etc.) as they give off a strong radiation, that other golden bloods are drawn to (so more like a homing beacon, we get others who have awesome powers to surround us). "

 James, no, don't like it, I'm going to continue to call him Algernon, James is too normal, is "a Predator". It basically means he can smell different golden bloods, and whether or not they know what they are. He could tell either Rachel or I were spirit walkers who were as yet "undiscovered", but couldn't tell which. So, and I am not kidding you, he tried me first as he'd be less disappointed if I died! Guess how old he is? 10 points to anyone who guessed over 100, 15 to those who guessed 137. That's even older than a certain fictional vampire, who is 107. At least Bella's 17 or something. Rachel is 14. Oh, and he's 19 in whatever years immortals go by. I officially don't like him, But does that matter? No, as he's made himself my official guide. That means I'll have him popping up in my life for the rest of my life.

 You know what he did after he tried to kill me then told me this load of stuff which I think I only really believed because I was in "pure spirit mode" or whatever it's officially called because I was in truth mode? 10 points to anyone who said went to ask Rachel for her number. HER NUMBER!!!! That is so not right. Even if you go by physical age, he's still a pedo! I spent the rest of the holiday babysitting her, then having to meet him up so he could find out exactly what I do. Okay, I'll admit he did help me learn I can absorb emotions in my human form, as in remove them from people, without contact (though it's much easier when I do) but that's only because he tried it on me. Because, like a vampire, he doesn't eat. Or rather, he eats emotions. HE EATS EMOTIONS. Such as anything. But it's okay, because his favorite is happiness, because it tastes nice. No, it's not. Because that means he's a pretty-human-except-actually-not-human-vampire-dementor thing, sitting in shopping centers and sucking the happiness out of people to survive. All of his family do it too.

 He introduced me to them. I like his mother, she only absorbs non-vital negative emotions, so things like sadness, hate, jealousy, etc. (fun fact, she got 20 years of life out of the jealousy caused by me sitting next to her son in my bikini), but you keep hunger and pain, as without them, you, what's it called, ignore important things and DIE. She told me that Predators aren't born, they're made.  When her husband got in an argument with a strong (but since defeated) sorcerer he got turned into a Predator, and then he asked for all his family to become ones. Which I think is weird.

 But I have to go. I'm going camping with my friends, which will hopefully be normal.

Keep on reading the Sarah B blog to find out more weird stuff that will probably haunt me until the day I die.

My computer got ill and so I'm using my mums. I want mine back. This one plays up ALL OF THE TIME! It's like it HATES me. Seriously. It HATES me.

No Parents+Holiday+Cute Guy=?

Answer? Read on my friends.

Hey guy. So,I've finally decided to start to blog! I managed to spent the entire last two weeks in Center parks with my ever so rich cousin, Rachel, uncle and aunt. Which means I got to hang out, go paint-balling, kayaking, wind-surfing, etc, without having to pay for anything. Now, so of you may see me as just abusing my niece rights, because it's kinda expensive. But I viewed it like this: I was providing an exceptional baby-sitting service to my younger but so-irresponsible-and-boy-crazy. Last time she went off with a boy and forgot to tell my uncle and aunt. For 3 days. Baby sitting is essential around her. 

And she 14. I'm 16 and I can't do 3 days straight. Seriously, you need breaks otherwise there's only one thing to stop it becoming awkward and it's a physical activity. That's right Twister! (Meaning? Up to you!)

So, on the fifth day, we were in the pool at the end of another sporty day, and I was already beginning to feel it. From just five days, my side had become bruised from repeated rapids,paintballing, the rapids, biking accidents and, oh, even more rapids. Guess where I found myself? 10 point to anyone who guessed the rapids (reading ahead does not count). So after about three, four, maybe five times round, I'd pretty much had enough. My side was getting even more bruised, I'm sure I'd consumed more than my daily dose of chlorine through my nose alone. Not forgetting the inability to see, getting kicked by random strangers in the confusion at the bottom of every single rapid. Plus I kept losing Rachel, and not just because there were not boys around. When I split my hip, I had had enough. I forced myself down the rest, and waited for five minutes for Rachel to finally come round. I told her I was not going on again, under no circumstances. I went to relax in the hot tub whilst she went on the rapids again. And again, and again, and again probably. I don't want to think about how many times she went on them after I left.

So, in the hot tub (after a quick dip in the plunge pool, 'twas freezing, but tres icy making[EXTRAS reference]), and total bliss. It was so much warmer (even without the plunge) the bubbles and hot guy right next door and amazing views. I know in title it says cute, but that's because he's one of the rare few who can be both(there is a difference). I couldn't really age him. I assumed 16-19 tops, but he was with his family, and when referring to Rachel, she said 13-16, so let's put him in 13-19. (Just want to say, most kids were still in school, so, I think mines more accurate.) His hair was dark blond, and kinda Edward Cullen,  but more floppy. You know I've been reading lots of Austen, and so he seemed to me to have jumped straight out of one of her novels. But I guess he was hard to place that way too. We got into some small talk, Center Parks and stuff. Me being an idiot I forgot to ask his name. I didn't flirt because A) I have met my Prince Charming (even if we're not an item)(yet) et B) his parents were right next to him, I mean you don't hit on someone with their parents next to them. Well, you can, if you want instant SLUT status.

Still Rachel turned up far too soon (not complaining, but I would like a babysitting break every one in a while. Intelligent conversation's only a bonus) and she certainly did flirt. I had to fake a time limit for us before she could invite him to our cabin tomorrow whilst her parents were in the spa. Yet she insisted on hiding in the bushes (creepy) so we could follow him (even creepier) and work out where he's staying (into stalker territory) so we could jog by in the morning  repeatedly, until he noticed us, came out and "offered" us some water or even a lie down or shower (all the way to needing a restraining order). I only stayed so she wouldn't end up getting arrested.

Though I'll admit he was all we talked about that night. We ended up naming him Algernon after this in-joke with our dads. Don't ask. I joked about him being a vampire as he was still totally Austen material in my mind. Then we got Carly Rae Jepsen stalker parody-ing.

Anyway, next day we were going to go tree-trekking, but I wasn't allowed due to having recently pierced ears. Studs are allowed on nearly everything, we even had tape, but no. You were allowed wedding rings and studs when you're over 18, I don't see how age really matters. But unfortunately I had to stay ground-hogged whilst Rachel had fun in the trees. Anyway, at the end there's this massive zip wire across the water sports lake, so I headed over there to meet her. Guess who I bumped into?

Another 10 points for anyone who said Algernon (and it had to be out loud, ha). I wanted to move on and meet Rachel, but he kinda made me go with him. We were having a perfectly civil conversation about music and memes, and Carly Rae Jepsen came up. How I love my mind, it flashed back to the parody from last night, and I might have laughed. He asked, and I found myself being 100% truthful. Don't ask. I don't even know.

What's worse, I wasn't embarrassed or anything. That alone is humiliating now. Any who, we continued to walk until he lead me to a tree and my back was some how pressed against it. Moment I bumped into it, I noticed how we'd been gone for ages, and we'd long since left the path to the end of the zip wire. That is when I began to freak out mentally. Too late though. 

He kept on walking until he leaned over me, all sexy and hey-you-know-I'm-really-good-looking-right? and oh how my traitorous heart began to race idiotically fast and my lips parted. Some how Prince Charming slightly slipped my mind. He stroked my hair, and allowed his hand to brush my face and trail down to my neck. My face flushed ferociously, a fire burnt within me.

So how lucky for me when Algernon decided to cut off my oxygen supply, which in theory put out the fire. No, he didn't kiss me. He decided to bloody strangle me! Because I'd been in complete crush-girly-knee-weak-humiliating mode, I had no way of defending myself. The sexy leaning over-now made me even more defenceless as I couldn't kick him, and my punches were pathetic. Feeble as my struggles were, they still took energy-which I needed-TO LIVE!!! My head was already spinning, and I knew I was going to pass out and then he'd kill me or rape me or something, and I didn't fancy that. 

Weirdest bit, he looked bored of it.  Seriously, random guy tries to kill me and he don't even look angry or crazy or sorry for me. Just cool and calm and slightly bored! I couldn't even use anything against him to get him to stop.

Then guess what happened just as I was going to pass out? I'll give 5000 points if you guessed this, as none would have. I put my soul into surviving, and one second before slip out, a shock-wave just came out of me and shot him 10 feet backwards. No, I was not hallucinating, it seriously did, there's damage to prove it. Or you could just ask Algernon. 

Once I'd gotten back to my feet, Algernon was already up and over. And grinning. Defiantly creepiest part was the grinning.

He lead me to the water and I looked in (I don't know why I followed. Maybe lack of oxygen after attempted murder?). I didn't see my normal reflection. Sure, the features were the same, or similar, more perfect, my hair, normally a cascade of wavy midnight black waves, was straight. And down to my waist, not lower shoulders. Oh, and GINGER!!!! Admittedly it was the nice Mary-Jane ginger, but still!!!  I guess the Doctor likes gingers.

"What the fuck happened?!" Ah, I'm so delicate with my words.

"You, my dear... um, whatever your name is," slick one, Al "are a spirit walker."

Keep on reading the Sarah B blog to find out what the hell happened just happened.

So, you ask, what does no parents+holiday+cute guy= Well, I tell you, no parents+holiday+cute guy=BAD FREAKING IDEA!