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!