Welcome to Our Reality
Bonjour, people. This is the prologue, you don't have to read it but I wanted to kill time… So, enjoy this. This is the Ultimate Fanfic… Because it is… Truly.
Chapter one is when something that has something to do with stories. I just wanted to write this. :D
Written by, your's truly, Roxanne.
Prologue
Who is Tamara? Why should I care what Tamara did? The imaginary girl on page 73 has no life. She does science for a hobby, at will. The poor girl needs friends, That's all Roxanne could think about the experiment they were planning on doing on 'Energy Resources'. She didn't care, why should she? Yes, the world was going to destroy itself but what could she do about it? Nothing much, She thought back, I don't care how to use a goddamn Multimeter.
She couldn't believe that at that time last year she had been planning to do it for A level. How other people did it she would never know. She didn't try to understand how people took fun in such a boring subject. Every lesson she ended up doing homework for a subject of her choice to get herself at least one pass for her GCSEs.
Her mind wondered over her English, she couldn't decide on whether or not to kill him. She would probably get a higher mark with a tear wrenching death. Her teacher probably wou-
Her track of thoughts shut down as her eyes shut tight and her mind went blank. She had been leaning on the back two legs and as she blacked out, she fell back and smashed her head on the back wall but she was out cold and did not receive the pain.
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Why do I care? Why should I care? Why would I want to describe my non-existent boyfriend? Stupid non-existent boyfriend.
Ashlee continued to silently blame her non-existent boyfriend for all the problems life had given her. Including the fact she didn't have a boyfriend.
She listened to the badly spoken French and waited for the teacher to repeat it at double speed to hide up all the mistakes he made.
The world was getting too confusing; too many languages. So many children around the world were sitting in lessons learning a language they would never use and simply forget later. Why didn't they just make one language? Even then she would have to waste so many hours a week learning it and forgetting it the moment she walked out the room.
Damn that imaginary boyfriend that caused her so much trouble and that would never exist. He would never exist because she would never accept a boy to be her boyfriend if he caused her so much trouble. And this one didn't even exist, Imagine the ones that do.
Maybe it was generally boys who were cursed. Boys were a headache. They were immature, stupid, childish… basically immature all over. She was fed up with boys; Ashlee wanted men.
For the next five minutes she dreamt of men. With their big muscles and with maturity! Hot… Forget maturity! Just the hot men with large muscles, with sweat falling down their six pack and firm butt… In uniform. Hot NYFD men, so much better then the NYPD. For no reasons except they were obviously hotter, as her calendar proved for the whole world to see.
She thought of the months in their turn, only getting to July before she forgot the next month and everything else. Her head flopped forward onto her closed book that was covered in old doodles.
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Data… Information… Useless! All of that stuff was useless. What use was it to get her more confused about computers she never understood in the first place? None, there was no reason at all. No reason at all! They just wanted to waste an extra hour of her life.
All computers were good for was: homework; illegally downloading music, films, and show episodes; and direct unfiltered access to the internet.
The internet: a world of dreams. Where anything you wanted became reality. The freedom to look at all the drawings and read all the fanfics you wanted. The world was flattened onto a screen and you could get to any part you wanted. It was open and ready for you.
Except, you couldn't do it on the school computers. The filter hates hard-core porn… yaoi porn, obviously. Or just very detailed fanfics. It's just getting picky. There is nothing 'inappropriate' about sex and kidnapping adorable, innocent fictional characters who in the end always got raped. The main seme character was always in love with them and spent paragraphs at a time describing their eyes.
What's wrong about reading about sex? How many hours do we sit listening to one teacher who is not afraid of putting a condom on a dildo? So, why can't we read about it on the internet? And their eyes, Lord, their stupid eyes! They are eyes! They work! Congratulations, you noticed the two holes in his head.
The stress bubbled in Taniz's mind and she allowed herself to get work up, ignoring her teaching telling her to go back because she had done all the work correctly.
She planned what to do when she got home. Internet or homework? The question had an obvious answer. Before she knew anything Taniz's head crashed into the computer and she collapsed to the floor.
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Her throat was sore. Bekki stroked her neck with the hand her cheek wasn't leaning on. German was a bore. What else is new? A bore and a fuss. The added annoyance was her throat hurt and she couldn't pronounce anything and because of it her teacher told her to repeat everything.
Why did it bother him if she couldn't say words in German? Why did it bother anyone if she couldn't spell it in German? She couldn't spell half of it in English. Neither could any of her friends. What a big help!
Her chin landed quickly on the desk as she didn't noticed it slowly sliding off her hand. This caused the entire class to stare at her. She couldn't react to any of this because as soon as she brought her chin up, she banged it straight back down again as her mind went blank…er.
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The fantasy was a live version of a story involving hot passionate sex.
She felt the gentle hands trace her slim body. The cold finger tips went down her knees, sending a shiver up her spine. Her hands went up the inside of her thighs. The face above her looked down at her with a somewhat awkward expression, as if scared of what to do next. She smiled, causing the lips to raise a smile, as the hands went higher up between her legs.
A sweat broke on her back as she was pulled out of the hot fantasy back reality of finding the goddamn area of a goddamn circle. Lexy wished she could go back into the passionately sweet romance she created. The problem was it would never be the same. So if she tried to imagine it again it might not be as good.
The first time was always the best. The first real time was always the best. The first fantasy… Who could remember their first sexual fantasy? Unless they've only had one or two. The oldest one Lexy could remember involved chains. That was enough to remember. It was embarrassing.
The embarrassment vanished as every other thought did as well in her dirty, sick and twisted mind.
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"Humans are destroying the world. We should all die. The earth was her before us, we shouldn't destroy it. We've killed millions of animals and have wiped out entire species."
That was the message the new science teacher was trying to ram into the students' heads. Jazz didn't get it. She got the science, not how the teacher could go on like that and then cause as much damage to the environment as everyone else.
But what did Jazz care? Her life was occupied enough with school, boys, and her over reactive imagination that tended to drag her attention out the room. She also had the randomness to have different types of nourishment floating in front of her and, if she was good, they would talk to her.
So she was always surprised when a sheet was stuck under her nose and she was suppose to know what it was on and what to do. But she didn't. It would then take a few minutes for the sustenance to appear to her again from the rude interruption.
They were never rude (the food, you understand), sometimes mildly impolite but it always liked the attention of one mortal human noticing it.
Jazz often wondered if they got lonely but never dwelt on the thought for long because she would instantly feel guilt.
Before she could dwell on the feeling at all, her forehead hit the desk and she fell into a deep sleep.
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'Conceit, more rich in matter than in words
Brags of his substance, not of ornament'
I'm understanding every other word of this shit. Lora could only think as she stared down at her doodled copy of Romeo & Juliet. Shakespeare was fine when the English version was on the other page. Or when it was a film with Leonardo DiCaprio's shirt automatically coming undone.
But when people were mispronouncing Tybalt every time, Lora felt like screaming. Or maybe the fact her teacher made no sense. Either way, she hated English.
She always ended up circling what she wrote so the teacher would think she was writing more. To write more is to understand more. She didn't understand so she didn't write; the paper was filled with empty circles.
Maybe she should write something. Anything. It was a good idea. But her mind was blank. It was too cold, early and bright to think about anything; let alone a foreign book.
Hopefully by the exam she would be able to make sense of that one sentence and if she worked hard, possibly the next one with it.
That's unlikely, She concluded in her mind. She would have rested her head down if her teacher didn't shout at her for trying to get comfortable.
She had already started shouting as her head hit the side wall and gravity left her there.
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Seven! Seven! Seven painkillers and ten tictacs later Lefanie still had a headache and breath to kill. Her guts had also decided to tie themselves in a tight knot and to not move.
She'd already missed the first lesson and she didn't want to miss the next. She ran the timetable through her head and came out with the decision that it was alright to miss that lesson.
The feeling was so bad she didn't feel like eating in case she was sick again. She would have written the feeling down and used it for her coursework if the only words weren't: like shit.
Because that's how she felt and there was no way to sit, lie or stand to lessen the pain.
She had no idea how she got the suffering. It wasn't food poisoning, it obviously wasn't an STD, and she hadn't exactly gone out and gotten herself drunk. Except if she got herself so drunk she couldn't remember going out and getting herself drunk so she couldn't remember doing it.
Either way, it hurt. That was the most important thing. The pain. It felt like it would never go away.
But it did. But she'd blacked out before that had happened.
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My hands are in pain. Especially since I have two bruised bones grumbles. Anyhow, this is the prologue of the Ultimate Fanfic: Welcome to Our Reality. This basically means you can not bother reading this, but if you want to, enjoy! But you already have!
This is obviously a group thing! Between the eight of us (Wotse rules!) so watch out for us:D
Two notes:
Lora does understand Shakespeare.
Jazz does not imagine floating food… As far as we are aware…
Reviews please.