Good luck in school! I already have too many stories so I don't think I can co-write… but I can't wait for the one you choose to update!
I'm going to update one last time today. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 9 After my first four classes it's time for lunch. I sit outside of the school in the small garden, waiting for it to be over. I watch as a boy with a lunch. He has glasses which are not at all used anymore. Glasses have fallen off the face of the earth years ago. He sees me and walks towards me, obviously not traumatised. He sits next to me, smiling at me. "You are the Faker, right?" he asks. "Yeah. And are you going to freak out now, hating what I am?" I ask harshly. "No. I'm fascinated about what you are. Your different and you choose to be different despite the fact that others hate it. You are perfect, but a machine. It's amazing," he says quickly, making me barely catching it all. "You aren't scared? Freaked out? Anything except fascinated?" I ask, shocked. "Exactly. I'm different too." "Uh, huh. And I would like you to leave me alone, or at least not talk," I say, rolling my eyes. He nods, still smiling and eats his lunch. He watches me, not wanting to let me out of his sight. As soon as he's done with his lunch, he starts asking questions. "How long did it take?" "Few months." "How did you die?" "Car crash." "Do you have super strength?" "In a way." "Can you fly?" "No." He continued to ask question after question, annoying me. As the bell rang, I ran from the garden, heading to class, glad to be away from that boy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It isn't a bad guess, to be honest. But, you will know in due time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 10 After school was over, I walk over to my car, seeing my sister and brother in the car already. I get in the car, already seeing that the coordinates were in the system, ready to go. I don't say anything to my siblings. The car speeds off from the school to the house. The ride is silent, as usual. When we get home, we go our separate ways to our rooms. I sit in my room, thinking. I have no idea how my brother thinks of all this, oddly enough. Little Dalton, only fourteen. Leah's only fifteen. Leah hates me, obviously. My mother is scared of me and my father just wants me to be okay. One big terribly miserable family. I sit there until I hear a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" I hear Leah yell. Soon after, Leah calls, "Mia! Your freak is here!" I smile and jump up from my bed. I run to the door an smile when I see Dylan. "Hey, beautiful," he smiles. "Hey, you, back," I smile, oddly happy with my sister next to me. "Oh, God. I'm going to throw up at this freak love," she groans and walks away. Dylan takes my hand and leads me to my room, smiling along the way. He walks into my room with me, pushing the door shut. I pull him towards me, smiling happily. "So, how's life in this?" he asks, looking at my fake body. "Terrible. But better since your here," I say. "Cheesy," he smirks, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You know you love it," I laugh. He laughs with me as I wrap my arms around his waist, our arms lightly touching each other. "So, you seem..." "Perfect?" I smile at him, knowing that was the way he loved me before. He nods, grinning. He pushes me onto the bed, him following suit. He just smiles at me like two teens in love would do. All I can think about is how normal this feels. He's the same Dylan even though I'm not the same Mia and he still seems to love me. We were two teens in love, the same popular goths, in total love. It's perfect. But that's how life is now. There are no glasses, speech impairment, or anything that was once a problem. Everyone is perfect. And that's how government wanted it. That's what they got. "You know, everything is perfect," he whispers and pushes his face towards mine. I bite my lip, smirking at him. He teases me by brushing his lips against mine. Then he kisses me but there's a problem. I can't feel it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dun dun DUN! What do you think will happen?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 11 I look at him as he pulls back, a confused look on his face. I lightly push him off of me and sit up. He sits up and looks at me. "Are you okay?" he asks worriedly. "I... I don't know," I whisper. He places a hand on mine. "What do you mean?" "I... I didn't feel your kiss." He pulls his hand off of mine and stands. He heads towards the door. "Dylan, what are you doing," I stutter. He opens the door, looking back at me. He leaves my room, shutting the door behind me. I sit there, staring at the door, wishing that I could produce tears. He left. He just left. Without a goodbye. I sit in my room for hours. Finally, I hear a knock on the door. The door opens and I see my little sister. "Hey. Are you okay?" she asks. This is the first time she's voluntarily talked to me about something. "No. I didn't even think I still had this emotion," I say. "Forget him. He's a jerk for not loving you all because you couldn't fell his kiss." "Little eavesdropper," I smile. "Shut up," she smiles back, nudging me playfully. "Thanks, Leah." "Welcome, big sister. Just, don't talk about this exchange, alright?" "Alright," I smile, pushing her towards my door. "Whatever." She walks out of the room, making me smile. I had my little sister back even for a few minutes. And that made me feel much better. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A loving update. And kinda short.