The updates are all wonderful! The sickening darkness is played well, it's over all creative and with a confident set of detail. Looking forward for more! Please~
Thank you everyone! Im working on the upcoming updates and Im glas to say that three updates are already done
I just realized something, Casey you were in my club, Poison Apples for a party right? You were the one that I said you should check out The Writer's Café right?
I met Dylan Chartlon on my 8th grade. My first impression on him is that he's quite popular. Aside from his toussled black hair, tall frame and deep blue eyes, he dresses like a model with his skinny jeans and aviator glasses. It was a surprise when he sat beside me during our Literature class. When he spoke to me, I knew why other people set him aside. He is a son of a known criminal. It's quite nerve-wrecking but being me, being able to see monsters; I wasn't very threatened by him. His mother is a drunkard and his house is a complete chaos. They live in a tiny suburban, it's lovely on the outside but when you set your feet inside, you'll smell smoke and liquor everywhere. The only part of the house that doesn't reek of the putrid smell is his room. His room was white with beige accents, clean and smelled of cinnamon and mint. He's the common stereotype if you're new in our school. The hot badboy that everyone wants but you will be proven wrong. When I'm reading his mind, it's depressing how he remembers every single thing in his childhood. The way he was beaten until he's writhing in pain and the way he shuffled away from his mother's grasps. You would guess that he's foul-mouthed and rough but he's not. He's gentle with his words and hands. But I can't comfort him, I know that he'll be running away from me when he finds out so I steer clear of the subject. He keeps to himself but cheerful enough to make me smile and forget about my problems. The one thing I like about him is that he gives the best bear-hugs. When I witnessed Lauren Dana get burned by her monster during 9th Grade, I cried so hard during Chemistry; almost thrashing around the laboratory. The teacher, Mrs. Hugh called him out of his class. I remembered him barging inside and holding me for an hour. It was comforting and warm. He's the person that reminds me that I'm not alone.
"Hey psycho," a voice behind brought me to reality. I whipped around and Dylan grinned at me, coffee in hand. "Not funny," I mumbled and zipped my bag that was immediately stolen from me. "Will you stop?" I glared at him and grabbed my satchel from his grip. "Aww the odd couple is having a quarrel again," someone shouted, the jocks around him laughing and throwing snide remarks. The buff blonde thought Dylan was hot though, I almost choked. "Ahhh high school," Dylan sighed dramatically and tutted. "And they said it's supposed to be the best years of our life," I scoffed, earning a muffled agreement from him. As much as possible, I don't listen to my friends' thoughts; it's like I'm invading their privacy and it feels wrong. But I can tell that something happened to Dylan. "You alright?" I pursed my lips, praying to every gods to let him speak up for once. "No." I let out a sigh, "There's a problem?" "Yeah," his eyes were distant and his voice hoarse. And just when I thought he'll talk about it, he stopped walking and stared at me with wide eyes. "What?" I shrieked, panic rising from the pit of my stomach. "Where's the Queen Bitch?" and he laughed, wrapping an arm around me as he pulled me to where the blonde chick is expected to be. Sloanne Henderson, the girl that understands me far more that everyone else does.
I thought of this hard and good but I've decidee that Avory and Dylan aren't in a relationship. *boo* I know, I know.
How can I describe Sloanne? Sloanne is a blonde, rebellious gap-toothed girl with striking gray eyes and pointed face. She dresses like a prim smart girl but on the inside? Sloanne is a nothing near graceful. I've always known Sloanne, she's that girl that hates everyone specially the popular ones. I always hear her cussing at cheerleaders and simply making fun of every bullies she meet for the expense of nerds. You could say that she's some kind of a hero. No one can touch her, no one can talk back and call her a nobody because she's everything. She's the daughter of the owner of the school. So basically, she can do everything. Sloanne met me during one of my episodes. It's when I started overthinking things, it's when I'm just too scared of the things that I was seeing. I was in the bathroom, crying loudly with a plastic fork in hand. Wanting to end my life so bad, I thought that a plastic fork can kill me. Dylan was away, in a short-vacation with his grandparents. She scoffed at me, coming from one of the stalls, "Are you serious?" I just stood in front of her, feeling stupid as she laughed at me. Then when she stopped, I was at the floor clawing the tiles. She kneeled before me and hugged me tight, crying too as she sang a song from The Smiths. She is the one that makes me laugh most of the times, she's really nice and knows what to say. Sloanne's mum died when their house at Los Angeles burned down, she witnessed her mother's death. In a way, we related to each others' experiences. No, I didn't tell her that I see everyone dying. One night on her roof top, I just blurted that I witnessed death too. Maybe that's why she worries too much whenever I have anxiety attacks. She also makes it to the point to check my bag and locket for something pointy whenever I'm feeling suddenly delusional and stressed out. She called me suicidal once and she's the reason why I am still alive.
The whole stereotyping at the beginning, albeit small, might just need to be played down because it is a unique story! It wouldn't be so important about the details but this is school so it's understandable. The way they meet was so sweet and sad! Lovely work~