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But then... who's to say I can't write original fiction that's inspired by those who are usually in my FAN fiction?
So... this was born. I dunno, I may go the fan fiction route with it, I may not. I just want to see what you guys think.
Faerie Dust
I knew when I was just a kid that something was seriously up. When the doctors I went to for my yearly checkups would say I had beyond average hearing, vision, sensitivity to touch. It was true that when I opened my eyes every day, I saw everything in natural high definition. The grass was a vibrant shade of emerald, and I could see the dew decorating it like a billion flakes of glitter. The sky looked like the sea in those sappy commecials for Sandals honeymoon resorts, brilliant blue and clear as can be. I saw every puff of cloud there was to see as though I could reach out and touch it. I was always the first to notice if someone needed to dye their hair again, the roots visible only to my incredibly keen eyes.
I truly loved the heightened awareness of touch. I don't know why, but it made me feel special in a private way. When people hugged me, I could feel their warmth spread to me, feel the steady beating of their hearts. That was my definition of love; what I felt like when someone hugged me. And when I got older and started dating? Ha, fill in the blanks for yourself.
My sense of hearing was less enjoyable. In fact, it was miserable. Every time a car horn blared, I'd begin to cry because it was so deafening in my head. If a plate smashed, I'd howl in pain. I had to stay inside when the other kids in my school were out at recess, because I couldn't take the shrieking and squealing. Of course, we had this issue corrected by surgery, the doctors assuring my parents that "this sometimes happened in young children", that it was nothing to worry about. I knew this was a lie. They actually really wanted to keep me under observation for my whole life to see just what was up, but you don't exactly say that to the parents of a terrified six-year-old child.
That was something the doctors couldn't pick up on. My strange ability to know when people were lying, to know what the truth really was. I knew who was on the other end of the phone before anyone picked up the phone, I knew if someone in the family was hurt or sick before anyone else, I even knew the answers to tests in school without studying. (This, of course, got me in detention for cheating more than once. But was it cheating? I'd never quite decided.) I liked to keep this skill a secret, unlike the others. It made me feel like a superhero, and I knew that as a superhero, I had to keep my ordinary life separate from the one that was extraordinary. Too bad they bled into each other more and more until I could no longer distinguish the two.
I only had pleasant experiences with my secret "power" as a kid. When I knew something negative was happening, I just knew, I didn't see it or feel the pain of another. That was when I was innocent and carefree. But when I became a teenager and was practically bowled over by the horrific truth that the world was fucked up, my powers matured with this knowledge. I started having visions while I slept, some good, but most were terrible. They'd stopped being limited to things directly linked with me, causing me to see brutal murders and suicides of people I didn't know. These visions would be proven correct in the morning when the news was the eqivalent of a red dawn. These were the days when I would drop my fork, feel horribly sick, and run to the bathroom to choke my barely-eaten breakfast back up. Mom would make me stay home from school, and I'd cry all day in my bed, always wondering if these deaths, catastrophes and crimes had in some way been my fault.
I wished every day that I had not been born this way, that my life could be normal. If things had been different, I might not have attempted suicide, started drinking, or needed to see therapists who seemed to be rolling off some human assembly line. Maybe I could have just lived like your everyday teenager. But I wasn't meant to. So what was I meant to live like?
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NOW.
PLEASE.
DO IT.
DOOOO IIIIIIIT.
Anyway, there's some cool stuff where I now live.
They have a magic shop, okay?
It looks pretty fun in there.
I may try applying for a job, to be honest.
There's also a really cool used bookstore, where I also may try getting a job.
The guy who owns it is getting older and doesn't want to keep it up anymore, but maybe with some help he'll change his mind?
I bought a couple Nancy Drew books and a book on fortune telling.
(The occult books section is severely lacking, you see.)
There's an incredible Chinese restaurant too.
I mean, INCREDIBLE.
Best I've ever had.
I'm seriously not staying on long tonight.
Bed. I want it.
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Good times.
Let's do it again sometime.
This is a bad idea.
Bad. Bad bad bad.
Because, Mikey...
You need to do something that can't be traced to your brother in any way.
Because I'm sick of you being in his shadow.
DWEEB RAP RECORD FROM MIKEY WAY.
I DEMAND IT.
NAO.
Okay, a lot of truth.
And obviously, I suck at that whole concept.
So I pretty much deserve the angry blogs and the reports to the mods (oh, I know you've done it) and the general hatred that I've managed to accumulate.
I dunno if I'm sorry for all that I've said in the last two or so years, but I'm sorry it's pissed people off so bad.
...depending on the people.
I do like to ruffle SOME feathers.
But yeah. Uh.
This was my admitting that I am hardly above anyone.
(Did I ever really say I was?)
Step 1: Open up whatever MP3 program you use and add every song in your collection.
Step 2: Put it on random.
Step 3: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 4: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 5: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 6: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
1: She has come from the shadows of the dream world
2: Oh baby, here comes the sound
3: Red eyes, just keep my heart beating, your secret's safe with me
4: Hold me now, I need to feel relief, like I never wanted anything
5: Just one look into your eyes, one look, and I'm crying, 'cause you're so beautiful
6: All that I'm living for, all that I'm dying for, all that I can't ignore alone at night (Bre guessed it via AIM)
7: Don't waste it, it's only here for today (Bre again. We silly South of Nowhere fans...)
8: Fold your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
9: I've gone for too long living like I'm not alive
10: He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb
11: Last night I saw that beauty queen, watched her paint her face on
12: The moon is shining bright, the moon is feeling light(?)
13: I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
14: A hundred days have made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face
15: Is it worth it? Can you even hear me?
16: She is smiling like heaven's down on earth
17: Play that record backwards, here's a message for the suckers
18: Please, please forgive me, but I won't be home again
19: It's down to this, I've got to make this life make sense
20: How can I pretend that I don't see what you hide so carelessly?
YOU DID IT.
HOWWW?!
XD
]]>You know how I'm supposed to be a freshman in high school?
I'm not even close.
In fact, I'm really far from there, in some subjects.
I take fourth to fifth grade math courses.
Sixth, seventh and MAYBE eighth grade courses in the rest.
Why?
Because Catholic education, most of the time, sucks.
Or at least, the schools I went to were that way.
They're really far behind state standards, evidently.
It makes me feel really stupid, you know?
I have to take classes that my sister would in math.
And I still don't get it half the time.
And I never knew English was so fucking hard.
Ha, there I was thinking I'd get bumped up a few grades because I was *so good at it*.
Please.
And science.
URGH don't get me started.
We were taught Creationism in Catholic school, so now all this evolution of species stuff is like greek to me, when, to anyone else, it would make PERFECT sense!
So there you go.
That's my big secret.
I'm actually a complete dunce when it comes to school.
Unfortunately I have to do school, because common sense isn't enough in the world.
For that, I call bullshit.
If you have basic skills, the rest of this is just to keep you fucking busy.
I want to make everything less awkward.
I want to take back the months we probably should have spent being friends.
I want to stop stressing over this already.
FUCK.
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I hate my feelings sometimes.
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