lillypop414
i should really work on finishing stories. it's, like, ridiculous how sporadic my brain is. i just can't stop the ideas from a-flowing. i do feel a little bad, though. :( anywayz…i should be able to update Konoha Press sometime this week or next. i am in a little of a block for that—i know what's next, i just don't know how to write it… so. on with this story. basic disclaimer freaking applied.
a girl named anonymous
by: lillypop414
Once upon a time, there was a really pretty girl and her name was my name because the story is about me, and it's not as if I want you to really know who I am. That's what's kind of sort of cool about this whole thing here, the whole 'Anonymity' option everyone has on the Internet.
Nobody has to know who you really are.
You could be the honest person, letting out all your information without a care in the world because, so false to what it really is in reality, nobody in the world does care about what your social security number is. Nobody could care less about your credit card number, your address, your name, or all that fabulous green that you wipe your ass with.
Nope. Nope.
Say that isn't the way your cookie crumbles. Let's pretend that you take the darker approach to things. You pretend you're somebody rich and famous, for instance. Maybe you want to become instantly famous with the majority of female population between the ages of eight and eighteen, so you decide to play as Justin Bieber. Well, that's all good and jolly, because nobody can really prove you wrong. (Except for maybe a lawyer or Mr. Teeny-Bopper-Just-Got-His-Balls-Dropped Bieber himself, but you know you catch my drift and are totally digging it. For fizzle.)
Anyway, before I get too carried away with myself, let me say a few things.
Whatever is on this webpage is your decision to decide real or not. I am what you decide real or not, along with the people that are in the events I portray to you everyday whenever I want to update this thing.
Just make the decision before you push the pretty little link, because once you enter the world of me, there's no freaking coming back.
WAnnA wALk iNTo My wOrLd?
08. 18. 2010.
(07: 14: 21 AM)
First Day of School
So, as it seems, you have decided to read my little Internet story. Yay! Good for you, go into your pantry and get yourself a double chocolate chip cookie and indulge in its deliciousness with a full glass of ice-cold chocolate milk. Ah. Delicious, right?
It's always hard to resist the goodness those little critters promise.
Well, a girl aged eighteen was having the same issue, but it was a tad bit different.
…Actually, a lot different. Let me get on with my story, bee-otch. This is extra credit that I am totally trying to get. So shut up trying to correct me.
Kiku was in her pajamas, resting in her bed because that is where you do rest, last time I checked, curled up against her comforter, head submerged into the soft cotton case of her pillow. The light blue curtains covering her window floated in the air as a small gust of wind passed, the white pane of her window lifted about two inches from the ledge.
Her room was what was commonly labeled 'messy clean'. If a neat freak were to pop in with a puff of fairy dust, she (or he…) would have a heart attack, fussing over all the piles here and the mountainous laundry mound there. However, there was a sense to the messiness. Clean clothes yet to be folded were located closer to her closet, dirty clothes that needed to be washed immediately were close to the laundry basket, usually because she had missed the basket during her one-on-one with her imaginary friend the night before.
To get to the point that I am making way too long, Kiku was asleep, purple hair tousled over her pillows, head resting on a porcelain hand. A little dribble of drool rolled out of her pale pink lips, and the drool was not gross since everyone in the world does it. The snoring exiting her throat, though, was a little incessant and needed to stop.
BRIIIIIIINGGGG!
As if fixing the problem—seriously, the neighbors were about to call the polices for animal abusausages and stuffs like that—the girl's alarm clock rang to life, short Hello Kitty arms shaking about in a frenzy, her head bobbling up in down. It sang loudly, "Wake up, wake up, it's," and then in a robotic voice, "Monday, August 18, six twenty five AM!"
Then, the chant began again in Spanish, but before the demonic kitty cat could ruin her morning further, Kiku snapped her emerald eyes open quickly, glaring daggers at the machine. Her fist shot out in aggravation, and—
"Stupid fucking retarded alarm clock always fucking breaking like a damn fucking retard when I push the damn snooze button," the girl muttered as she trudged out of the bed, leaving a burning inferno as a path behind her that lead ultimately to the bathroom, where she was brushing her mid-back length violet locks.
She flinched when she reached a particularly stubborn tangle, biting her lip until blood dared to escape. It was being so difficult, as if her hair weren't used to being tamed both before and after the morning shower, and letting out a yelp of a battle cry, Kiku gave her last effort of breaking the tangle of hair.
As a reward, her brush—one of those nice ones that spiral with the 'state-of-the-art bristles that promise to break the toughest of tangles'—snapped, nicely at the end of the handle, leaving the bulk of the hair fixer in…well…her hair.
Leaning in closer to the mirror in front of her, Kiku examined the damage while managing to keep the swear counter of the morning under ten with a simple, "Shit fuck ass…," giving enough justice to the current situation. Stuck at about the shoulder length was her brush, dangling nicely, totally defying the gravity law created by that old person.
Hesitantly, she tugged at the wooden handle, only to discover that it was not coming out any time soon.
Kiku groaned, slapping her hands to her face dramatically.
At this time, with only a good forty minutes to get ready for school, eat, pick up her friend, and drive there, she didn't have the patience or allowance to fight the utensil out of her frizzy hair. Thinking quickly as she slipped out of her pajama shorts, she remembered a time when she thought she'd look not as lumpy with a haircut, and decided now was better than ever to chop her hair off.
It was senior year, after all, and one can only play wallflower for so long.
"YOU CUT YOUR HAIR!"
Ino was screaming again. Only, of which I did think was seriously impossible, it was louder than usual, and carefully looking to my right I saw that she was utilizing her new megaphone that she probably 'borrowed' from the cheerleading coach during summer camp.
I sneered lightly, turning smoothly into my usual parking spot just a couple of cars over from THE cars—like, the really nice ones that made my piece of shit look even shittier—that belonged to THE people—like, the really bitchy popular people that make my PMS look like child's play—that ran the school. I had tried to get a parking spot away from them, but, looking at my other options, I decided that this was better than parking by the football locker rooms.
It permanently smells like dead rat and used Axe there. I tell no lie.
Getting out of my car and slamming the door, little miss Ino was right at my side before I could make a run for it.
She took a big breath, preparing her long rant that would undoubtedly have something to do with my outfit, my makeup, or my hair. I put my bets on all three.
"But, seriously, you look totally fab with that! Like, it frames your face and totally accents the blush on your cheeks, which seriously goes with your boots which I will be borrowing, sweetie! You wear a size seven, don't you, Saku? I'll squeeze if you don't, but, honey, please tell me why I saw…"
By that time, I had chosen the wisest approach of nodding and murmuring an agreeing mumble every thirteen and a half seconds. Ino is my best friend and all, but, when she gets in her gossiping rants, especially those that I could care less about, I just turn my ears off.
That could've been the worst choice, since when I do that, my other senses are heightened about thirty degrees, and, well, the people were walking down the sidewalk, toward Ino and I.
The People™ consisted of some of the sexiest, richest, bitch/snob/asses in the school. They were walking in their goose reminiscent v-formation that students were more than familiar with, and even more so with the ordering. I didn't even have to look to know whom the formation consisted of.
In the farthest corners were Shikamaru Nara and Aburame Shino. I would put my bets on them being so far in the back because they're actually nice, and give a rat's ass about other people. Shikamaru is smart, and Shino actually devotes his time to something other than hairspray and the latest body building equipment in stock, even if he does have a strange obsession with insects.
(Because, seriously, dude is walking up to a dragonfly right now, and, like, whispering sexy chant words to it. I swear he's building a bug army for when the government decides to backfire. You should see what he does to ants and ladybugs. It's as if those are his favorites. One day, in Social Science—kind of ironic, with him taking that—he pulled a JAR of ants out of his backpack. I know. What the up.)
They aren't the ugliest in the world, though they are 'acquired' tastes. It's either you think Shikamaru and Shino are sexy on a stick, or you think that they should go suck a dick. I mean, I'm somewhere in between, because Shikamaru isn't ugly at all, he actually has this smart/cool thing about him, and his eyes are actually really deep and intellectual and mesmerizing. I couldn't see myself with him in a million years, though, mainly because I've known him since birth, and he's my stepbrother.
BUM. BUM. BUUUUUM.
(Drama.)
My mom had remarried to his Dad for a couple of years, but then they divorced and remarried their original husbands/wives like indecisive hobos. So, even though we're no longer steps, it'll be a tad bit weird for me to even think of macking that.
Shino is a creepy mysterious hot, especially with his glasses on, but when those bad boys are off—damn, he can start a Calvin Klein revolution of fucking deliciousness. It's so sad that the boy is as blind as a bat without his glasses, though. Ino had told me that she heard that he was legally blind.
Anyway.
One row above Shikamaru and Shino are Inuzuka Kiba and Uzumaki Naruto; the loudmouths can be heard, like, miles away. In my humble opinion, the hotness scale of The People™ only gets higher the closer to the peak you get, and, with there only being three rows, Naruto and Kiba are second best, and for good reason.
Kiba is one of the most animalistic gorgeous people you could find, with the wild brunet hair, sharp jaw line, cute little nose—I personally thought that he would grow out of it by sophomore year, but nay—and brown honey eyes. He's pretty damn ripped, consequence of playing in practically every sport, but I have no complaints. The only thing wrong with him is that he takes his puppy everywhere. It's annoying, especially when you hear random barking noises from his direction and he pretends to have asthma.
…how retarded the teachers are for believing he actually coughs like a dog.
Naruto is adorable, the definition of beach-loving blue eyed blond boy. He's sweet, too, probably the nicest of the bunch, and the only reason he's even in the group (besides his undeniable richness and hotness) is because he's best friends with the leader.
Before I get to that jackass—
"Move, Haruno." A rumbling baritone demanded, and I wouldn't have been sure that it was me he was directing that slave call to if he didn't say my last name.
I glanced beside me, curious to what that odd squealing, wheezing and hyperventilating noise was, only to see Ino clutching her backpack as if it were going to explode goodness, baby blue eyes wide and hungry, face as red as a tomato.
I scrunched my nose up in disgust.
It was like her pores were exuding desperation.
Deciding staring at the suffocating blonde wasn't going to make her act any smarter any time soon, I averted my attention to the hunk(s) of hot in front of me, crossing my arms in defiance.
"Were you talking to me, because last time I checked, I wasn't some drone that takes orders." I smiled, faking a sweet, innocent pitch, "Maybe if you say please I might take your request into consideration."
He sneered, top lip curling as he growled. I should probably tell him later that he's putting shame to Elvis.
"You of all people should know I don't beg."
(ten·sion [ten-shuhn] –noun
1.
mental or emotional strain; intense, suppressed suspense, anxiety, or excitement.
2.
a strained relationship between individuals, groups, nations, etc.
3.
an extreme hatred shared between two people that happen to want to rip each other's throats out and feed them to the Dobermans out back for lunch.)
Somehow, whenever Sasuke exerts his evil dark aura—that has no effect on me whatsoever—a crowd forms around him in a circle and starts anticipating a fight.
I shrugged nonchalantly, really, because I highly doubt he would fight me, a girl in front of all these people, on school grounds. He is influential on the school, but he's not freaking Kami.
"Okay, fine, you don't beg," I grinned, "but you sure do whine, Uchiha."
You know you wanna say somtin bout THAT…
keepINitc0ol
8.18.10.
15: 12: 09 PM
"Okay, so, seriously, I think that Kiku should calm herself down. Cutting off THAT much of her hair for a brush? Come on now. I'm sure if she'd taken a much more reasonable approach, she wouldn't be bald at the moment. AND LIKE, OMG, it seems little Kiku has a crush on somebody~~~. Kind of interesting."
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Anonymous_Girl1
8.18.10.
15: 13: 03 PM
"I'm glad I can kind of interest you with my unfortunate life. It wasn't like Kiku took a lawnmower to her scalp. A couple inches off, is all. Don't be so dramatic. And…Kiku having an infatuation on Ryuu. Please shoot yourself and save me the time.
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keepINitc0ol
8.18.10
15: 15: 10 PM
"It is so low of you to internet threaten somebody."
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Anonymous_Girl1
8.18.10
15: 15: 50 PM
"It is so high of you to acknowledge my internet threat."
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Uchiha2
8.18.10
16: 02: 17 PM
"If you're trying to get extra-credit, it would be smart not to swear in the story."
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Anonymous_Girl1
8.18.10
16: 05: 08 PM
"If you're trying to give me advice, it would be smart of you not to give it. I don't take stuff like that well."
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Uchiha2
8.18.10
16: 19: 54 PM
"Apparently so."
A/N: Yay! Chapter One! I was going to rant but I forgot what I was going to rant about, so…no rant.
And for the cookies…
POP QUIZ!: What type of bug was Shino singing sexy chants to?