Little O.D.D

Subiect: Little O.D.D Lun 15 Apr 2019, 20:23

Chapter 1

Forget being perfect, be yourself ! But what are you doing when you don't know how to be yourself?

These are my first thoughts in the morning, I love to think about life, about my life in special. They are always saying that i'm weird, maybe they're right , but, now it doesn't matter anymore .For the ones who are my age the most important things are make-up , boys,etc...stuff like that, for me, they are kind of gross, maybe that's why I have no friends , or maybe because I'm playing so many video games and watching japanese cartoons called anime, or it's maybe because I'm trapped inside , I locked myself inside and It's hard to break that locked door and nobody would fight this.

I look at te sky trough the window and the sky it's just so gray and beautiful , clouds that cover them make me feel chills. It's just like when I was little... My dad was here , parents didn't divorced yet because of what my father did and everything was just fine.

Rain starts, and little raindrops start to paint the window, the streets, the whole city

it remembers me of that day when everything have changed... Oh damn it i'll be late if I don't start to prepare myself for school.Here it go, it's already 7 a.m and I need to go to school or should I call it a cemetery of souls and dreams? Yeah, I think that it's the perfect description of it. I like then sound of rain , raindrops are dancing on my umbrella , buildings have new colors , and the city have a new smell, a smell that tears of angels give. I didn't realized that I already arrived at the highschool until I heard a bunch of "barbie" girls crying that their make up is ruined.

I hate people that keep starring at me, now you'll say that every girl will be happy with this,but not me, they are starring at me differently , it's not "that stare" , and even if it was , it would have bothered me anyway. The stare they are giving me is full of hate , full of bad things, well I'm glad that i have my earphones here cause I can ignore them easily. In my earphones is usually hearing Zhiend-Trigger, this melody gives me chills, maybe because it reminds me of an anime and also it reminds me about a person who lives far away from here. I almost arrived in the class, but when I want to open the door I feel a punch in my back , nothing unusual, this is happening almost all the time, I don't fall but I'm trying to not hit back , I've already had enough of their "intelligence".When I'm trying to hit that person who hit me , I remind myself that it's not okay to do that, but right then I see a silhouette, and the person that hit me is on the floor. Nah , no way , nobody helps me here , because everybody hates me so it's just my mind. To think that someone would defend me , how stupid...aaand an inner laugh starts , I know who it is , it's the part of my mind that hate everything I do , or I think , I named her Emma. Right now , Emma is having her "motivational speech". What a drag!

After Emma finished her speech, I decide to start writing my my new story , I'm taking my notebook from my bag and start to think, face of a human with a bohemian life , looking at the sky, now the river of creativity can flow..any moment from now. Oh come ooon , creative paaart what are you doiing??? She leaves everything to me, this is bad. While I'm trying to control myself I feel someone starring at me , but a different kind of energy come from that stare. Whatever I hope it will stop this , because it's annoying , or maybe I'm just imagining this because I want someone to see me different than how others see me. How stupid of you Charlotte,ow stupid to think that someone actually care for you.

The English teacher arrived , she is the director of this highschool and the best teacher ever, I really like the moments when I'm talking with her , she reminds me a lot of my sister.Se starts to speak , now she's presenting a new student. I don't really care about it , but I'm a little bit curious , unfortunately even if I wanted to see his/her face I couldn't because I'm in the back of the class . Now I should focus my attention on the novel I'm writing , it's a SF novel and it's about tragical effects of too much technology in humans lives. I'm writing , and writing and writing and someone move my table a little bit , and the same persons is putting his things on the table. Oww, thw new student. I'm turning my head on the other side , I don't want my work to be seen. I'm concentrating on my own novel because our teacher said that she has something to do, but then i hear someone talking

P:Heey , my name's Peter. What's yours?

C: It's none of your business!

P: Are you that harsh with everybody Neko?

Hmmm, he know my nickname , nobody here knows it. Who are you?! Well, this is weird, I know only a Peter and he's like my brother , but he is living in another city and region of the country.

P: Little Neko is surprised?

To be continued...