Category: Harry Potter
Main Characters: George, possibly a lot of Fred
Summary: It's not easy to be a pathological liar at school, especially with your family around you and your twin always at your side.
Warnings: To be entered in the first chapter. The story hasn't started yet, loves. But I can tell you now there will be strong language and mature scenes, but that is all I can tell you now.
Hi, ya'll. I'd just like to state I write fairly...umm...dramatically. I think, that's the only word I can think of to describe it..but I tend to have problems with dialogue so if anyone wants to make suggestions in how I should write dialogue and examples that would be awesome because frankly...I suck. And right now my damn computer keeps saying I'm spelling fucking dialogue wrong. So when I check to see, the replacement is dialogged. Does that make any sense?
Whatever, enjoy the PROLOGUE and thank you for reading my small rant above, if you did...
-- Prologue --
One of the three things your parents always told you to never do; Steal, cheat, and lie, and in doing one, you will always end up doing one of the others. Steal to prove your point, cheat to make the drama, lie to enforce it.
It had been going on like this for three years. Sure, it started like a lie here and there, about tiny things such as where he'd been and why he hadn't done an assignment, but then it grew. It grew into something he couldn't control it anymore and then he was lying about everything; his family, his past, even his age!
And he couldn't even stop.
Sure, some think it would just be so easy to stop. They think it would be so easy to just stop telling these elaborate stories off the top of head, to stop saying it. It really isn't. For example, these stories to go with stories came in waves and automatically you'd plot them out, memorize them, and make sure it was realistic, which it really isn't. Obviously. Then, you try and try not to say it or use it, but it just comes out. Like word vomit it spills from your lips and then suddenly you're adding more and more to your already complicated knot of lies.
Then you get paranoid. You think everyone's out to get you, or they know, or everything they say is a lie just like what you say. You end up laying in bed every night thinking about the horrible things that could happen, wishing you were a vegetable so this wouldn't happen to you anymore. And you start thinking about your friends and you're making up excuses not to tell them what you're doing or something like that, and you think you're just trying not to hurt them but you're really trying to keep yourself safe.
Naturally, you're a little dramatic, though you deny it, and you crave attention, so that's probably what causes this. At least, you hope so. You hope there's some defect in your brain and that you aren't just some sick, sick, sick person that gets pleasure out of doing this, but you know you are.
George knows that.
He knows what he is and he knows what he's doing, we all do. But, and this may seem like some big excuse to all of you, we can't help it. That's the big fact, it just happens and it turns into something huge until one day-
BAM!
It hits you...and you just feel like dying. Everybody knows who you are and nobody talks to you.
And it's all your fault.
Say No Evil: For a beginning, how is it? Too much? Does it make sense the way it flows? I had more I wanted to add but I didn't really like the way it would flow after that so I decided to piece more together in further chapters, if I continue. I'd prefer people to like the story first. But don't worry, the chapters will get longer.