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We'll Live For The Sound;;

&~ Not For The Silence.

Define: Me [Lucky Eleven ^__^]
[info]izawa_l
November 30th, 2009


"The doctors said you were suicidal... You arn't, are you Lis?" J looked at me, her eyes red as roses, cheeks tear stained and pink.
"What is your real name?"
"That doesn't matter."
"It does to me"
"Melody."
"Melody, what?"
"Melody Elle Johnson"
"Really" I giggled
"Shuttup, i hate it."
"Which ones better, Melody or Elle?"
"You gonna call me by my real name or something?" She grinned and pushed her hair back out of her face
"Well yeah, i'd like that."
"I prefer Melody"
"Elle it is then!" I laughed, sharp pains shooting every which way, but i didn't care.
She grimaced and put her face into her knees, she peaked up from behind them and stared at me.
"I'm not, Elle," i smiled at the new name, "I can't even remember what happened"
"The doctors said you had a fit..."
"did they just?"
"And.. the boy that brought you in, said you just laughed and fell over... you... shook... like you were having a seizure" Elle's face screwed up, the tears came back again. I reached out for her hand, unknowingly, and was happily suprised when she grabbed it and held it tightly. My face heated up.
"I don't care if it's unreasonable, Allison, but i don't want you to leave my side ever again. Okay?"
I nodded happily and closed my eyes, thinking about the boy who brought me in apparently... Why was he there?

When i woke up, Elle was asleep on the pool of chairs she had built in the corner. A tall, blonde boy sat on the edge of my bed. He was lanky, pale.. He looked scared. He looked at me and jumped when he saw my open eyes, "I'm sorry, im sorry!" He jumped up and backed towards the wall, "I just wanted to see if you were alright, i hope your girlfriend doesnt mind.. i just wanted to make sure you were okay..."
I blushed fiercely and fired back "She's not my girlfriend, god no, thankyou for saving me, but seriously. Stop jumping. Sit down and be normal" my head screamed hypocrite.
"So, who are you?" i said to the boy as he sat down, still looking nervous.
"Daniel," he cleared his throat, "my name is Daniel. Who are you?"
I paused and thought.
"I don't know"
He looked confused, "Did you hit your head that hard? Im so sorry, i should of run faster to you.. I just didn't know if you were joking.. i mean you were lau-"
"Daniel! Settle down boy!" i laughed, "i meant that i didn't know who i was.. my name is Allison.. i just don't know who.. i am?"
Daniels face relaxed and he smiled, he had a pretty smile for a boy, "Oh, i get it now."

We talked for a while, Daniel and I, he told me about his family and friends... School and stuff like that. I told him about my FTW scoreboard and quest for love and the truth about myself. He laughed at me most of the time, but it seemed like he understood. Just before he left, he told me something. He was late for dinner, but as he rushed out he leant down and whispered "I don't know who you are either, Allison, but i trust you," he pulled back and hesitated, after a few seconds i pulled him back to my ear and slapped him lightly on the back of the head, "I'm like you. I'm gay. But just.. don't tell.. okay? I just wanted to prove that i trust you, you're the only one who knows, just... i trust you" He blushed and hurried out of the room.
It was quiet for a while, as i contemplated the beauty of what had just happened. I loved him, i didn't know him, but i wanted to be around him. He was someone just like me, he got what i felt.
As i looked over at Elle, i saw her eyes were wide open, her face looked furious.
"Elle, are you alright?" i was kind of scared by her face...
"No. How about you and your boyfriend? are you two alright!?" She stood up and came over to me, tears welling. How many does she have!?
"I.. We weren't... what!?"
"'she's not my girlfriend, god no!' fuck Allison," she immitated by voice childishly, breathing heavily inbetween every two words, "Why, do you like him!?"
I was puzzled, i had no idea what she was getting at here... I layed there until she spoke again.
"Why! Why are you the only one to want romance!? Why are you the only different one!! Why can't i have feelings to, Allison, why!?" She started pacing, "just, fuck you!" then she left.
She stormed out, and i waited.

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Define: Me [ten]
[info]izawa_l
November 30th, 2009
It was a bright pink. Kind of a red i suppose. How long have i been staring at this colour?
I could see movement in it, little lines of movement moved in unison.
Kind of like little rivers.
The only sound i could hear was buzzing, and snoring.
I don't know where the snoring was coming from... I don't snore.
I don't buzz either.
Did i?
I only buzzed when J went near flowers... Cause she's allergic to bee's.
But i dont think i buzzed in my sleep...
Maybe i dreamt of bee's... and of J... So i buzzed.
But i wouldn't be still buzzing... i'm awake.
Arn't i?

I tried to open my eyes, nope. I guess i am sleeping.
Must of fallen asleep on the computer again...
Dammit, i hate the face scales... I need a softer keyboard.
Do they have keyboard pillows?
Like... Little fluffy key covers?
Mmmm... It would look pretty dumb.
But very convienient for people like me.

I focused for a second, a new sound was here. A soft mumur, i think it was talking... My ears weren't loud enough.
I managed to work out a little bit of the sound... Something about concusion.. Or coma.. or counting.
Maybe they sound nothing alike, but i guess one of them was right.
Who would be talking about that? I listened harder, putting all my strength into the sound.
"...Won't be waking... injuries... severe risk of infection... bone placement... operation... mental trauma... institution... if .. survives... "
What was the sound behind it... It sounded like sobbing... Or someone just saying 'no' over and over again.
My dreams are so screwed up... They must be talking about dad... maybe he crashed?
"One more... injection... doesn't... further measures... operate...die"
Why can't i hear it completely? Ah! What's happening to my dad!?
That's when i knew it wasn't a dream anymore. A sharp pain shot up my arm, travelling up my neck and ending at my now throbbing head. Liquid travelled through my blood, i could it moving through the little rivers in the red colour. The light shining through my eyelids, proving the injection to be working as i watched it move throughout my body. The foreign liquid lapping up what was left of my happiness, bringing me back to reality. Realistically, i was in a lot of pain. A lot.

A scream rose in my throat, but i couldn't let it out. I forced my eyes open and let the pain wash over me as i stared into the brightest light i'd ever seen.
"ALLISON!" A body flung itself on to me, the weight kind of soothed the pain. It went to move away and i forced my arm to grab it and make it stay.
"Al...? You want me to stay there? doesn't it hurt?" The voice was familiar, but i didn't have time to recognise it. I struggled to keep my hand on the body, but i made an effort to pull it towards me. My eyes cleared and i watched as the one and only J pulled herself up towards me and kissed my forehead, one of her tears landing on my cheek and running down to my chin. Her lips stayed there for a while, my heart painfully beated faster as i counted the tears that fell, hoping she wouldn't ever pull away. "Please don't die, Al, please... I love you so much"
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Define: Me [nine]
[info]izawa_l
November 30th, 2009
I woke up to to a rather amusing 'ESC' key, that's all i want. Good on you, laptop, thanks for noticing. I pushed my arms out in front of me and sighed as i saw my reflection in the screen. I collection of keyboard squares we planted on my face, making me look like i had scales. I was amused, but my face ached.
I moved the mouse slightly, watching the screen come to life under my slight command. Everything was just as it was on my screen, i had the same screen saver for two years now... J and I sitting on the park bench in winter, we were both inside her jumper because i had forgotten mine and she didn't want me to catch a cold. She wasn't as harsh as everyone thought she was... Her heart was bigger than anyones i knew. I got lost for a few seconds in memory of the day, until speak of the Jesus, J popped up in the corner of the screen.
Gods Gift says:
Fuck Allison, where were you today?
Red Wine Lips says:
I fell asleep. sorry.
Gods Gift says:
Yeah well thanks for telling me
Gods Gift says:
You scared the shit out of me Al, it's not fair
Red Wine Lips says:
Since when do you care whether i'm there or not???
Gods Gift says:
When havn't I?
Red Wine Lips says:
You don't care about me J, for crying out loud, stop pretending like you do.
Gods Gift says:
How would you know that?
Gods Gift says:
You don't know anything about me.
Gods Gift says:
You only ever think about yourself
Gods Gift says:
You don't even know my real name... do you?
Red Wine Lips says:
...
Gods Gift says:
The day you open your eyes...
Red Wine Lips says:
my eyes are open?
Gods Gift says:
No they arn't. You don't see anything Allison.
Gods Gift says:
Just open your eyes.
Gods Gift is offline, any messages sent may not be receieved.
What the hell!? I closed the Laptop and pushed my chair to the ground, feeling a hint of satisfaction as it hit the ground. I'm going for a walk. I grabbed my jacket and pushed out my bedroom door, avoiding to look at my dads tomb down the hall.
The cold air hit hard against my face, making my eyes squeeze tightly against the shock of it all. I pushed on down my street with no idea where i was going, i just knew i was going far. I didn't want to go back, i was so sick of not understanding, i just wish i got what everyone was doing. Why mum was never home and why she didn't like me, why my dad was never around and why he had to die now, why J was so mean to me but made me feel like i was the destructive one...
I could run. No one would miss me, no one would care.
I looked ahead and made out a shadow, even though it was dark and i was completely out of it, i could tell it was a guy. It was big and kind of scary if you ask me, like a monster. It reminded me of a movie, where the girl gets kidnapped and killed in the back of a cow shed. Don't ask me which movie that was... Because i'm pretty sure it was just one of my 'to-pass-the-time' made up movies i make in my mind during boring periods of life.
I walked towards the shadow with nothing to lose, no dignity, no hope, just a will to have something obvious and understandable. Being kidnapped was clear, i could comprehend death and isolation. Easy.
A sense of fear washed over me as i got closer, i suppose it was a bodily reaction, because i didn't exactly feel scared. I just, didn't know what i was feeling. My head felt heavy, the ground kind of moved underneath me. I looked down at myself, why wasn't i wearing my jacket? I put it on, didn't i?
I observed the singlet i had on and laughed, i could so die if i was outside right now! I laughed harder, my lungs bashing against my rib cage, my breathing became shallow and the ground came up at me.
My palms slapped the ground, again and again and again, why can't i breathe? Breathe fuck it, breathe! just work, please work, please, breathe, just go, please. I hit my forehead against the ground, my whole body convulsing as i tried to find the air. My wrists scraping against the pavement as everything fell into a sharp stabbing pain, i tried to scream. I couldn't think, i just heard my pulse trying to help me through this. Breathe. Breathe Breathe. Bum, ba bum, ba bum. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Then it stopped. It all went away.
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Define: Me [eight]
[info]izawa_l
November 26th, 2009
Allison Arri LeRoy.
1993-2009.
Loved By Illusion, Spiteful Of Reality.

The flowers will die after ten minutes of sitting aimlessly on your burial plot.
They will have been placed there by the priest,
Who, before you were placed in the ground, blessed your soul.

The blessings weren't needed.
You were damned from the very start.
Hated from birth.
Until death.
I part.


I smiled at the screen, smoothing my fingers over the keyboard. It was 7am, i had spent all night with my father. This meant a total of 49 hours since i slept.
i think i should be dead. I think i am dead. What do you think?
I rested my head againt the keyboard and closed my eyes, who needs school when i can continue life? I closed my eyes.
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Define: Me [Seven]
[info]izawa_l
November 26th, 2009

I opened the door into my fathers tomb of a room, it reeked of bleach and cleanliness. They turned it into a hospital room, don't know what mother expects us to do after he goes... Start producing hardcore roleplay? I tried to brighten the mood, but the room was so claustrophobic... I walked in and sat on the end of the hospital bed. It was still, too still. I grabbed dads hand, it was freezing cold and a slow pulse shook through it now and then. My tears continued to roll down my cheeks as i pulled is hand up to my face, letting his fingers catch one of my tears, "See Daddy, i could teach you how to love me..." I crawled in next to him, resting my face on his shoulder and humming along with the beat of his failing heart. "Wake up Daddy, please?" I felt like a child, tugging at his shirt asking for ice cream. His entire being was comatose, i guess he wouldn't have long now... But the doctors always said they could hear you up until their last seconds. "Daddy, i'm gay," I paused, wondering if he'd come to life and disown me, "I knew if you were aliv...awake... You wouldn't mind like mum does, you might understand..." I wiped the escaped tears on his shoulder. "Daddy, i want to find a girl to love me," I cringed at the idea of J, "Do you ever think J could love me?"
I laughed at myself, "I know, i shouldn't think about it... But i think sometimes it could happen," I didn't know what i was saying, this was all new to me...
"If i tried, if i told her who i really was..." How... How would i do that if i didn't know who i was!!! "...Maybe she'd realise we were perfect for eachother."
I closed my eyes tight, "I know Daddy, it's bad, i'll find someone else... i promise you" I bit my lip, "I just have to find them fast, before i run J away"
I gripped his hand and pushed my face into his neck, "Daddy i love you," i squeezed his hand tighter, i figured he wouldn't need the circulation, "Please love me to, okay? Please just stay, and love me forever."

I don't know where this came from, i didn't even know i felt it. But i layed there all night.

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Define: Me [six]
[info]izawa_l
November 26th, 2009
I gathered up the clothes that resided at the bottom of my wardrobe, chucking them visciously out into my room. I paused, listening to J come through the door, i cringed. She was going to come up looking for me... Stupid Girl! Stop exceeding my expectations, it throws me off! I grabbed my laptop and climbed into the stuffy, cramped space that was my closest. Back so soon? I mentally slapped my thoughts and held back a grin, I never came out... I piled on another point to my side of the FTW scoreboard. I don't care if it was againt my own mind, i still won by a long shot.
It was dark in the closet, i was almost kind of scared until my laptop booted up and greeted me with it's bright waking up tune. I wish i sounded like that when i woke up in the morning... An array of beeps and smooth sounding tunes, all bright lights and welcome messages.
I heard my door open, i cringed. "Allison?"
I opened up a word document and begun to type angrily,
Stop calling me Allison.
"I know you're in here, i know what you're doing..." She sounded kind of upset.
Stop it. Just fucking stop it.
"Please just answer me..."
I am, stupid.

"With actual words Allison, please"

Why, why now? I don't want to talk about it.

"Why don't you want to talk about it?"

Fucking stop it. Get out of my head.

"I'm not reading your mind, you're just obvious" J let out a laugh.

Ah, that laugh. J, this is dangerous.

"You know i love you, right?"

Not. Helping. The. Situation.

"Allison, you can't let this get to you."

Why not? What if it goes further?


The closest door swung open, J ripped my laptop out of my hands and pulled me out. "Snap the fuck out of it!" She slapped me. Hard.
The burning sensation stayed on my cheek, it didn't hurt... I was just... Shocked.
"Just TALK to me already, what's your goddam problem!" She grabbed my shoulders and shook me, "Why don't you talk to me!"
My face felt hot, my eyes pricked with tears, "J, please"
Her grip loosened and her face turned sympathetic, "Allison this isn't fair"
"J, i can't tell you this..."
J turned her face away, her arms dropped in defeat, "Whatever D, i tried..." she turned towards the door and took a step, "Just call me when you feel like having a friend."

After she left, i sat myself on the ground and just cried. My arms wrapped tightly around my knees, my tears soothing the mark on my cheek. Stop it please, please, i'm begging you... Don't let yourself fall in love, please, not with her, please, not with her. My sobs grew louder as i went over what had just happened, my chest ached from breathing. You're so fucking hopeless Allison, stupid, i just hate you. I really fucking do.
I pulled myself up and walked out into the hallway, pushing forward to the dark room at the end.
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Define: Me [Five]
[info]izawa_l
November 26th, 2009
His socks struggled at his ankles, he adjusted his glasses as he search through the titles of music scores. Is he a muso? He doesn't look it... He seemed flushed, like this was the most confronting thing ever to challenge him. He walked back and sat in a chair infront of me, scanning a book he had picked up. He might be really good... better than me...
I dropped my interest in muso guy before i got jealous of his make believe talent, i peered around the room... It was busy, the library wasn't an unknown place anymore... i couldn't concentrate on my book today, it was really good, but i was preoccupied with curiosity. I continued to scope the room and jumped as a tall blonde girl reached passed me to grab a magazine on the table next to me. She muttered "Sorry" and laughed as he walked away shaking her head. She wasn't my fiction, someone elses, next please. I looked up and scoped the room, again there was nothing... It was pointless. I flipped open my book and made myself concentrate.
Before i even had time to read a page, i was furious. My iPod was being extra mean today and not satisfying my mood. That's another thing about me, i hate technology when it doesn't read my mind. I clicked the next button a few hundred times before J came and sat next to me, "Wassup D?" J smiled, grabbing my right ear out and flicking through my songs, "Do you even have one happy song?"
I grabbed my iPod back, scowling at her, "I don't know, do you?"
Her head burrowed itself into my neck, thinking of a reply no doubt. Five seconds later her head popped up and a grin formed, "I don't know! Do you!?" She laughed and slapped her knee, "Ahh, people like you don't have happy music, people like you can't be happy."
"That really betrays the concept of the title, don't you think J?"
"Gay is just the tagline to get you into it! Like those bogus movies that say 'SCARIEST MOVIE EVER!!!'," she jumped to her feet suddenly for emphasis i suppose, "then they turn out to be shit!" A loud shhhuuushhhh came from behind the librarians desk, J just sat back down and crossed her arms, proud.
"So i'm a bad movie...?" I whispered
"Well..."
"If i'm a bad movie, then i guess that makes you stupid for acting right along with me?"
J's face drooped as i picked up my bag and stormed out.
"Yo, D," J caught up the speed with me in the carpark, "i just wanted to say..."
"You are not saying sorry, J!" I got out my keys and turned to face her.
"Oh," she smiled wryly, "I know i'm not, i was just going to ask for a lift to the videooo store??"
I frowned, "You still havn't even returned the last three!"
"Yeah but D! just a few moree... S'not like your dad's going to notice a few missing from his collection!"
I opened the car door and ignored her the entire ride. I don't care if i don't love my father... But maybe i do! It hurts when she rubs it in like that.
I stopped in my driveway and sighed as J pressed in my Hazards, such a stupid tradition, it's not like it makes the conversation anymore serious, it's just distracting having those lights flash all the time...
"We need to talk, " J's face was looking out the window, "You're miserable, Allison"
My heart kind of jolted, J was seriously annoying sometimes... But she was painfully observant. When she got serious, it scared me. It scared me because the one person i know i couldn't fall for is J, but when she gets serious... It's really hard to tell whether or not the line still stands. I get dangerously close to loving that girl, a little too much.
"I am not!" i don't know why i yelled... i think i was trying to avoid being decent.
"You are too..." She grabbed my hand from the wheel and squeezed it, my heart stopped completely, "Lis, just tell me."
Her face was too close to mine, her eyes were too deep, this was unfair. "Just get the movies and go."
I opened my door and ran inside up to my room, she wouldn't push it any further, J doesn't have the patience to listen to me anymore.
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Define: Me [Four]
[info]izawa_l
November 26th, 2009
I gave up on writing, well... on paper at least. I got out my laptop and stared at the now blinking cursor on the screen. Yeah, Lis, technology's going to help you...

I missed you today... I miss you every day

I stared at the creen, blinking harshly.

I'm so fucking miserable...

I held down the backspace until the screen looked as blank as i felt. Oh suck it up, will you? Hopeless... I gripped the mouse in my hand, contemplating how far it would go if i through it out the window. I sat there for a while, staring at the cursor until it began to multiply and move on its own.
Just as the cursor began to grow arms and dance, the sunlight blinded me and made me lose the fantastic illusion. Another night without sleep, kudos for you! I stood up, grabbed a fresh shirt and headed for the shower.



I don't want to leave you in the dark.

The ink sunk into my arm, making the words run together and look like a gigantic bruise.
"Why don't you turn some lights on for them?" J slapped my arm and laughed, "seriously D, buy some candles!"
Her laughter carried out as she soaked up her own pure brilliance. I brought my eyes up to hers; i wasn't angry, but i felt for a moment, as if i hated her.

J was my best friend, although she treated me like a joke. I knew that was just how she was... J did have a real name i guess, but i doubt it exsisted anymore. One morning in roll call, in the first week of high school i think... She stood up before the teacher called her name, announcing herself as 'Jesus'. Some of the kids laughed, the teacher called her blasphemous and i just called her J.
She wasn't real... Sure, she was human. But she was so... Lost. Her views were strong, but sometimes it seemed like she didn't believe them herself... I loved her like nothing else, if i wanted to make someone my life, it would of been her.
When i confronted her after roll call that first day, she was very defensive. I tried to be friendly, but all she did was stare and mutter "I don't make nice with Dykes..."
But after a week of convincing her otherwise, she accepted me... I guess.
It was hard to tell whether or not she accepted who i was, i mean... She tried to talk about it sometimes, in the front of my broken down Honda Civic with the hazard lights on... Her "private, meaningfull conversations"... but she always called me 'D' or 'Dyke' or made some pass about how i was damned from birth. But she tried hard to make me happy, even though it hurt, i was grateful that she tried. That's all i ever wanted.

My first period Economy class settled in for the lesson, J opened her book and begun to write, so did i.

i read about girls like you...
I read about how girls like me fall for them...
Why doesn't the ending ever happen?
Why does the fiction on start at the good part?

I purposely wrote over the word 'fiction', tracing the letters with spite. There's a reason why they call it fiction.

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Define: Me [Three]
[info]izawa_l
November 26th, 2009
It had been a long day, although i was pretty zoned out for most of it. After third period when i decided my new 'life conquest' i was trying to think of ways to explain what i already knew about myself. By the time sixth period Bio had finished, i had not even ten things thought up about myself. Since then, i havn't even thought of anything to do with me.
So here's the thing, let me catch you up brain-friend. I go to school, i go to the library, i go home, i sleep, i wake, i go to school. That's my routine.
I go to the library for my fun time, it's like a candy store for me. I spend hours a day reading in there, searching for the hero in my story... Because if anyone is going to love me like they love in the books, it's going to be someone who reads the same books as i do. So, that's what i do, i perch myself in my favourite chair next to the 'Teen romance' section and read, occaisonally looking about to see if anyone has entered my domain.

I walked up the stairs to my front door, taking out my headphones to listen to the slowmoving silence that was my house. No one was ever home, it was a dead house. My mother worked 9999 hours a day, well that's what she said anyway. She's always on the go, when she isn't working she's helping my dad breathe, when she isn't doing that... She's probably dead. My father, well... He was kind of always home, but he wasn't a some one. He was sick, he had like... a thousand tumors. I know i say that so nonchalantly, but it's been such a long time since i felt something towards the situation. He got sick last year, and all the time before that he was never around anyway. He drunk a lot and hated the family, but when he got the diagnosis, he was straight 'home' and draining the families energy. Point is, the doctors said he wouldn't make it much longer... and that was 12 months ago. Why can't miracles happen to people that deserve them?
My brother... Well. He was 19, he lived at home still... But was never actually home. I never knew where he was.
We were a pretty messed up family, promise.
My shoes crashed when i kicked them off into the wall, grinning at the small mess i had now created. I tranced into the kitchen and pulled at the broken refrigerator door handle, tugging it for about twenty seconds before it finally flew open and sent my flying into the sink. Fucking fuck. My left hand nursed my right elbow as i scanned the hideously empty area inside the fridge. I settled for a bottle of water, it was the only thing in there anyway.
Hiking up the stairs and bursting into my small, familiar room, i found my peace. I threw my bag next to my bed and sat down at my desk. I was going to write.
I biography of sorts, maybe something fiction... I wasn't sure. But i was sure i was going to write.
I kicked the ground hard with the tip of my toes, staring at the lined paper in front of me.

I always wanted to be a writer...

That's all i needed to write, that's all i know. I turned the page and aimlessly scribbled:

I bought the plant for you,
as long as it grows,
i know there's hope...

I stared at it. Maybe it was hours before i started to blink again, i wouldn't know.
Was the statement true?
I had invested in a small plant about a month ago, but i thought it was just a spontaenous purchase...
Whoever hides in the back of my mind is hiding stuff about me... It knows the statement is true, it's writing it itself.
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Define: Me [Two]
[info]izawa_l
November 26th, 2009
I felt the earphone slipping but i thought it would be more fun to see if my ear could grow appendages and finally fight for itself. Nope.
My favourite Death Cab song begun to fade and my hands scrambled to save the only thing keeping me breathing. The obnoxious letter 'L' staring up at me in slow motion, as if it implied something other than 'Left'.
The mischievous bud hit my desk loudly, clashing with the smooth sound of my precious music. I cringed.
The beast of a teacher glared at me painfully, eyeballing me from across the room. Her palms pressed firmly against her thighs as she spoke through clenched teeth, "If i must remind you again, miss LeRoy," the 'miss' spat out like a fireball, "You really are as stupid as i thought you are!"
Well then, you really won't be disappointed will you? My lips tightened as the grin i was hiding made its way to my face, "Ofcourse M'am."
She pursed her lips and went back to her marking ritual, and i pulled up another point for me on my person "For The WIN!" scoreboard.
It's not as if 'm'am' i an insult, but it just infers old age. It's certainly not as if she isn't old, because she really, really is... It's just she hates being reminded.
So i guess mirrors in her house are prohibited... I laughed to myself as i reinserted my 'L' of an earphone.

A few more things about me that i think i'm certain about...
1. My fringe was always over my eyes. Entirely.
2. My iPod was always playing. I never went without music
3. My mouth was always occupied with something spearmint. Definately my fathers trait.
4. I was always, always thinking.
5.I didn't have much room for a social life... To me, i was all i needed for now.
I mean, i had friends. I had a lot.
I just never considered them my entire life, i loved them... But, i couldn't rely on them to always be there.
6. My thoughts weren't written in dot points, like the english teachers said everyones were... Mine were long winded, like a novel.
7. I read a lot. Insane amounts. I lived at the local library.
8. I read with my iPod in. People gawked at me "How do you read with your iPod in!!!" like it was some kind of unbelievable act. Music went with words, it was my first language. So it seemed inevitable for the two to coexsist in harmony, it's hard to do one without the other.
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