Forget Me Not

"You're joking."

This was it. The end of my life. The outcome of all that hard work from day one. I guess trying to do good in the world will get you nowhere. That's what I've finally realized today. Too bad it's too late, too late to change anything. I've lost my only chance to do something right, and now there's nobody left to tell me that its okay, that nothing happened and that everything will be fine. No more reassuring pat on the back. No more anything, no more -

Okay, maybe that was a bit too dramatic.

Let me start at the beginning, seeing as that's where most problems start. It all started when...

Chapter One: Just Another Monday

Alarm clocks. What kind of an idiot spends hours upon hours of research and time putting together a contraption that's used to make a persons life miserable, to put a stopper on their nocturnal visions, and to give a person that feeling you get when you want to get a sledgehammer and hack that five by five inch piece of techno-trash into tiny little bite sized pieces, which you then put in a blender, and then cackle as you reap your revenge on the dang thing? Once I do find out who it was that did invent such a horrendous thing, I'll be sure to give that person a HUGE piece of my mind. Preferably on a Monday morning. Like today for instance.

Okay, maybe I was over-doing it again. But you can't blame me. I mean, it's the same thing over and over and over again. Get woken up by aforementioned piece of cow-cake, go through another horrid day of school, and spend the rest of the evening brooding over the fact that my life is absolutely miserable. If it weren't for the snooze button, I don't know what I would do, or how I would survive.

I know what you're thinking. 'Doesn't this girl have any friends?'

The answer to your question is yes. I do have friends, but lately I feel like they're all against me. Now I know what you're thinking. 'Does this girl ever stop complaining?' I really don't have an answer for that one, but rest assured, my life isn't completely comprised of mental retardation and non-stop irritation. Surprise, huh?

Anyway, back to this morning, which I'm positive you forgot about.

Taking one more menacing glance at my alarm clock, which I detest more than anything in the world, I smack the snooze button and slowly try to drag myself out of bed. It's not an easy task, trying to drag your almost-dead body out of the safety and comfort of your bedspread. I don't know why, but I find my bed most comfortable when I have to leave it. Ironic, eh? Kind of funny how people say you start to miss something once you have to leave it. I guess that goes for my bed.

Anyway, once I finally got out of bed, I slowly shuffled my way to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror is another routine type thing I have to do. Olive green eyes stared back at me. Sighing to myself, I ran my fingers through my tresses, trying to make it seem a bit presentable to the world. I'm seriously considering cutting my hair up to my shoulder, that way it would be much easier to handle, and less easier to pull. I'm not saying anyone has pulled my hair yet, but I can't be too sure. I snap out of my gawking and start brushing my chestnut brown hair. I'm probably the oddball of the family, with such a weird combination of hair and eye color.

Leaving the bathroom, I scramble into my school uniform. Another thing. The idiot who invented skirts is going to get another piece of my mind. He's probably the same fellow who invented the alarm clock, trying to make my life even more miserable. A girl I may be, but wearing a skirt is basically like putting a sign on me that says 'trip me'.

After making sure that I didn't look too muchlike a ditzy schoolgirl, I ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

"G'morning, Ren", my brother Joey said through a mouthful of bacon and toast. With blonde hair and oak brown eyes, he didn't look remotely related to me. And we're like two opposite poles. He's a very loud, speaking of his mind sort of person while I'm... not. But he's the only person in the world I have, and he's doing so much to support me and make sure I'm living in a good environment. I'm probably his biggest worry, seeing as I'm so 'young' in his eyes. Enough with the sentiments.

Anyway, once I finished breakfasting, we both got our bags and left to endure another day of school. That's probably the only thing me and Joey have in common. We hate school, although I have to put on this facade to show that I 'love' school. I have to be the sensible one of the two, or else we'd both be blithering idiots running on coffee day by day. Sounds tempting.

Joey spotted his friends and ran towards them, grinning and shouting as he got near. I put on my fake smile that everyone had come to know and love, and follow after him, a bit more restrained than Joey. The gang is probably another reason why I get through every day of school. They're all great people, I'd be lost without them, but then... there's something wring with all of them.

First off is Joey's best friend Tristan Taylor. He's a nice guy and all, but he seems to be madly in love with me, flattering as it may be. I've told him that we share a professional relationship, he's my brother's friend, I'm his friends sister. But that didn't seem to get to him. He's still under the illusion that some day I'll be his beloved, even after I told him that he was like a brother to me. It seems that some heads need more time for words to penetrate than others.

Second off in the gang is Duke Devlin. Or Dice Master Extraordinaire as he likes his fan club to call him. He's full of himself, thinks the chicks all love him (which isn't entirely false) and has this thing to prove himself to be incredibly macho. Just the other day, when the hamsters in the science lab escaped, he boasted that he could round them all up in a snap. That of course led to the science teacher giving him this noble job. Ten minutes of screaming 'here mousy mousy' at the top of his lungs, he finally spots one. One giant leap and a nasty scratch later, he's in the nurse's office sporting a bandaged arm and a story of how it just lunged at him and he put up an ever so 'brilliant' fight. The hamsters are still lost, the nurse repeats this story to anyone who's listening, and Duke is still full of himself. But he has his redeeming qualities, all of which I still have yet to find out about.

Next is Yugi Moto. He's a really nice guy and all, but if he cut his speeches of the heart of the cards a bit down, I'd like him a tad bit more. I'm not saying that he's annoying or anything, just that I can't stand speeches of any sort. But he's a great friend, and his grandpa makes the most delicious tacos.

Speaking of speeches, the only other girl of the group is Tea Gardner. She's under this illusion that the universal word of peace is friendship. She's a whiz at sermons, and she'll stop at nothing to make sure that friendship prevails. Such a model citizen, eh?

Add Joey and me, and you'll get the gang. Kind of like the Brady Bunch, only... never mind.

After the regular morning greetings and small talk before the bell, we all head into the school to enlist in another dead boring day of school. Little did I know that my life would take a turn for the worse once I stepped into the Gates Of Doom.

A bit too much dramatization, huh?

Thankies for reading! RxR please!