The Abomination through the internet world

Chapter 1

Do you ever just sit back and watch the world? I mean really watch it. Sometimes I wonder what everyone else is thinking, whether it is something to do with me or whether I just want to hear their thoughts on other people. Do you ever get that feeling that you just wish that you was this tiny super computer that's able to hack into someone's phone by a blink of eye, and read every last detail of their text messages and able to listen to recordings of phone calls, just so you can hear what they talk about? No? Just me then. I guess what Im trying to say, is that we don't really know the people around us. I mean we live in this pre-designed world that has already been created and existed for millions of years before we even set foot on it. Who comes up with this modernized crap like wizards, vampires and werewolves I mean every girl and guy can fan girl over something but they can only fan girl over something for a certain amount of time before it gets boring. And that's when those movie producers, and authors and illustrators think "Hey! Let's just update the old stuff then people will want to watch it!" Wrong. What happened to the good ole' fashioned Disney films that still to this day do not age! But yet everyone thinks they do. I guess that's where my previous comment comes into account. Ill elaborate on it if I must for those close minded individuals that never seem to want to imagine. We do not know who we are talking to. We do not know what people's lives are like behind closed doors. Whether their Dad is murderer, or whether their Mom is an escort. No one knows. What we do know is story that people tell us. "Oh my husband is an accountant, yes he's making a lot of money to send our children to private schools, he's even paid up front" blah blah blah. Now if you open up your mind you'll soon come to see what I say. Utter bullshit. Everyone bullshits, bullshitting is an ugly term for "expanding" the truth or know to some as lying. Yes the beginning maybe truthful, but then you get to the stage when you tell a story and your friend looks away – this is boredom stage. This when like-minded people like you, think that they need to make the story interesting and lie. Then they will go tell their friends your interesting story, and it spreads around and sooner or later you are questioned on it. But then ask yourself, if your ever thinking of "expanding" the truth, then think "if I say this, I'll need to remember it word for word, and can I really go through all that trouble and effort to remember something that's not true… no? No. Correct, DING DING DING WE HAVE A WINNER! Liars are not cool. I guess my pot of this is a can see a girl that keeps looking up from her phone and staring at me, and then looking back down typing away. Yes she's definitely talking about me. But then again Im doing the same thing. So high five! T the bitch that I obviously asking about me to her friends, because I must be hot shit right now. Well thank you if so. I guess I should actually start this story.

Here I am, sitting waiting. Waiting in a restaurant with an un-occupied empty seat opposite me that seems to be "reserved" for a guy that I met online on one of those stupid internet dating sites. When I say it's reserved I mean, Im on a date. Waiting for my date to turn up, who must have mistakenly thought that the date starts at 10:00 and not 7:00? I can see him, talking to the man that walks you to your able, don't real know what they are called. Obviously if I can't remember, it isn't a word that is used too often enough to need to be remembered. I can see him, shorter than expected, and by far he is not 6ft 4 like he said he was. Guess internet sites have lived up to the rumour of bullshitting like everyone side they do. But who am I to complain, I completely bullshitted on the hobbies section – do I look like a book lover slash semi-pro football? No. I seem to over use the word bullshit a lot here. One sec, got to go he's nearly at the table, it'll be rude if Im sitting here judging him through a written passage on my phone, Ill check in in an hour, 2 tops… if he's lucky.

So Im back... Guess I should introduce myself, haven't really done that yet. Other than the side not which I left stating and Im never going to be unless in another life will I ever be a semi pro footballer, or a book lover. But then guess Im kind of contradicting myself, because Im writing… already half way there! Woo. No. Im a Doctor, Paediatric Surgeon to be precise. Oh and Im being precise, Im very proud of it if I do say so myself. Not the title, no, proud of the fact that I managed to out up with 8 years of University. University the place where the average, NORMAL person spends about 3-4 years of their life there, not 8 where everyone of your friends graduates when you only half way into your degree, so you have to find new friends allllllllllll over again. Joy. But I'll quit moaning. So Im Clarke Griffin. Yes Griffin (Yawn), Mom AKA Abby Griffin, the best Neurosurgeon, yada yada yaa boring. Insert sleeping emoji right about now. Yeah don't know how to do that – so just picture a sleeping emoji. Anyway where was I, oh yes talking about my family. Family uh touchy subject don't think we really know what it means to be family, what were supposed to do. But my Dad he's a Scientist, dealt with pathogens, and anti-bodies that create and cure cancerous viruses. Like how I said dealt? You probably read that again to see that I did in fact put dealt. Yes dealt as in past tense. He died. I'll quit the tiny orchestra. But he died, like on a boat. No not Titanic, if anyone commented that on this post ill report you and make sure you can never read my shit again, because that's insulting me about my age. Huh. Yeah Im not a nice guy. By the way, Im not a guy! Everyone seems to think Im a guy because of my name, well listen up people there is Clarkes that are girls! It's only because the only real Clarke you've probably heard about is Clark Kent… amateurs. So yeah, dad died in a boat crash, it sunk. Im 26, yes Im old. Well done. Yes Im internet dating because I cannot find anyone that is my cup of tea, so shut up. Come on you could of easily guessed my age, from the fact that I went to university for 8 years, you may be a year out because you wouldn't of known if I had gap year or whatever (By the way I didn't). But you can easily work it out... Because big clue! I know how to work a computer dipshits. I live in London, guess you didn't think that HA! But then I bet you did because I called it University and not "College" insert that Californian accent, (No hate). But anyway Im guessing I should sign off, save you reading anymore... Plus Im bored as hell and I need my sleep. Bye idiots that's don't seem to have a life they'd rather read a moping girls blog entry. Peace Out (Again… insert peace sign finger emoji.. Imagine it's there. Thanks.) I'll tell you about my date in the morning. By the way it was horrible so I'll give you a heads up on some long ass moaning for you to read tomorrow. Bye.

This I like the prologue or the introduction to my story, just wanted to give some light heartened intro to my story, instead of having the story be like BAM right in your face. And yes I write how I talk, in case you haven't noticed.

But thank you for reading. And REVIEW! If you must.

P.S. Sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes!

-Paige

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the 100, nor do I own the story of the 100. Simply own the rights to this story plot. Thank you.