Summary: Once upon a time there where cousins — Clover and Georgia — that went on a mystical journey. Time went and their story had been lost, a relic of a past that should have remain forgotten. But the little black book found its way into the light, and the journey continues…
Author's Note: Summaries that don't summarize shit is my aesthetic. Welcome back you degenerate cunts, I'm the Queen of Degenerates in this place. Don't ask what I've been doing with myself. (unless its "Have you been sleeping at all?" because the answer is no. It's a common theme) I hope you're all ready for this, because I sure as fuck ain't. ONTO CHAPTER ONE THAT'S ALMOST VERBATIM OF THE ORIGINAL HYPE (not really but ya'll probably don't remember that) {Also guess what's being converted from first-person to third person!}
|Save me a Shinigami|
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Chapter One
"I'm so fucking bored."
Georgia Michaels sighed loudly for dramatic affect. She flopped onto powder-pink comforters, green eyes glancing towards the black-haired girl on the floor. Of course, the girl was ignoring her, and Georgia sighed even louder.
"So bored," Georgia repeated once again.
"What the fuck do you want me to do about it?" Clover Burnette turned around with a raised brow. Despite her… hostile vocabulary, she wasn't so much as mad at Georgia as she was annoyed.
The red-haired girl had a flair for dramatics.
"Entertain me," Georgia whined. "Your cunt of a mother won't let me do shit."
"She's your mother too." Clover pointed out.
"She's my aunt, but whatever." Georgia snorted. "Still doesn't let me do shit. I get caught with one guy—"
"You were having a threesome," Clover cut dryly.
"—one guy—" Georgia sent a mock glare, "and all of a sudden I'm on house arrest. Besides, Amanda just laid there, spread eagle, assuming that I would eat her out. I don't do anything for anyone, fact."
"I don't want to hear about what Amanda was or was not doing," Clover grimaced in disgust. "There are images I want to pretend I won't see."
"She also doesn't shave or trim."
"For fucks sake Georgia," Clover stood and turned around, "do you not know how to shut up?"
"Oh it ain't like you haven't seen titties before," Georgia waved it off. "You have a nice rack on you yourself, you know?"
Georgia was, of course, alluding to the D-cups on Clover's chest. The tiny-chested girl in front of her was jealous of the incredibly larger breasts than herself, but if Clover could, she would have given them to her already.
Large breasts hurt.
(And it wasn't like Mrs. Burnette was going to get her daughter sized… actually that was more-so her step-father than anything.)
(Peter Burnette was an asshole.)
"I actually have to talk to Amanda, you know," Clover finally responded. "She's my lab partner. But now all I'll be able to think about is her begging you."
"Like you haven't been thinking about that before," Georgia held a sly grin.
"Fuck off, bitch," Clover grabbed for a pillow on her bed and smacked Georgia with it.
Georgia fell off the bed in a dramatic fashion. "Why would you push me?"
"I didn't push you," Clover snorted, "you fell off on your own like a dumb ass."
"Words hurt you know," Georgia pouted.
"Like you don't already call me a cunt behind my back."
"Fine, be a cunt." Georgia childishly stuck her tongue out. "Still doesn't alleviate my boredom, by the way. Now I'm even more bored. Not everyone can be content with their own thoughts."
"Read a book." Clover waved her hand towards her bookshelf against the wall, showing a plethora of books she owned. "Ain't like I don't have a few for you to pick from."
"Nora Roberts has shit smut."
"Well I'm not gonna house Fifty Shades of Grey on my shelf." Clover was — of course — referring to her disdain of E. L. James, and not of the subject of BDSM. Actually she was referring to the disdain of BDSM; horribly portrayed.
"You're such a vanilla bean." Georgia snorted to herself, the joke not even funny.
"You're a whore at seventeen," Clover responded dryly, "I'll take the bright future over yours."
"Hey, I could be a rocket scientist!" Georgia argued meekly, adding, "if I actually cared enough."
Clover wasn't calling Georgia stupid. Georgia wasn't stupid. Georgia just never applied herself, anywhere. She was the epitome of laziness.
Well, as lazy as one could be. She'd probably make a pretty damn good porn star until the high wore off.
Then she'd get bored, retire, and be a bum on Clover's coach.
Albeit (hopefully) a very rich bum.
"Rocket scientists have to do a lot of reading," Clover finally pointed out.
"Bah." Georgia wrinkled her nose and made her way to the bookshelf. "Fine, I'll read."
Her hand hovered over Clover's ecliptic collection. From Nora Roberts to Homer, there was almost a little bit of everything. Almost.
"I can't believe you still read Erin Hunter," Georgia snorted, "sixteen and still a slut for cats."
"I'm not the one who got caught jacking it to Jayfeather hentai," Clover pointed out.
And for the record — she wasn't a furry. Or into bestiality, which (in all regards) was probably what Georgia would dabble in one day.
Their very own Whitney Wisconsin.
What a pride Georgia was turning out to be.
"Honestly," Georgia turned her head, her brow raised in a playfully seductive way, "would fuck Tigerstar."
"Georgia!" Clover hissed, grabbing another pillow off the bed and flinging it to Georgia. "Something is literally wrong with you."
Georgia let out a snort of laughter as the pillow hit her once again. Something was definitely wrong with Georgia.
Not a moment later, Georgia let out a gasp. "Scandalous."
"What?" Clover asked as she flopped onto her bed. "Found my secret stash of yaoi?"
"Your what?" Georgia turned and then shook her head. "Not what I was going for, although great to know. But I didn't know you wrote in a diary."
Clover raised her brow. "I don't keep a diary."
Georgia waved around a black book. "Pulled this baby off the shelf, and it says otherwise."
"I seriously don't have a diary." Clover sat back on her bed. "Bring it over here, I want to look at it."
"And hide the juicy stuff from me?" Georgia feigned offence, holding it close to her chest. "I think not."
"I'm serious Georgia," Clover rolled her eyes, "I really don't know anything about a diary. Bring it over here and we can look through it together."
Georgia shook her head. "Nope, I'm going to read it right here."
Georgia plopped down on the floor, her legs crossed as she childishly puffed her cheeks out. Clover rolled her eyes.
"Fine, do whatever you want."
Clover rolled onto her back and closed her eyes.
"Dear diary," Georgia began, opening the page.
Clover expected Georgia to go on about some strange fantasy, but Georgia was silent.
"Clover this isn't a diary."
"I told you I don't keep one," Clover snorted.
"No I mean this isn't a diary." Clover heard Georgia get up and stomp towards her. "What the fuck is this?"
Clover opened her eyes to see Georgia hovering over top of her, flinging a book onto her face. Clover blinked back in surprise as she tried to sit up, sorely missing her two pillows she flung at Georgia.
The pages where filled with names. Pictures of faces and bodies littered the page.
It looked like a Halloween horror book. Guts and brains and blood where in ever picture. Some seemed less graphic than others — such as a women tied to a tree with her hands bound. Others more so, such as a man who sorely missed a face.
Only the back half of his skull was attached to his spine.
"This is disgusting," Clover flung the book back towards Georgia. "Where the fuck did it come from?"
"It was on your shelf!" Georgia hissed, refusing to touch it as it bounced off her chest and onto the floor. "What the fuck are you? A fucking murderer?"
Clover's face was deadpan. Georgia only sighed.
"Okay fine, you're not a murderer." Her lips twisted, as if she ate something sour. "It's still fucking disgusting."
Georgia bent down and picked it up. "Well, might as well read it."
"For fucks sake Georgia," Clover snatched the book out of Georgia's hand, "you're not reading it."
"And why the fuck not?" Georgia asked.
"You literally just called it disgusting."
"And now I'm over it," Georgia snatched the book back out of Clover's hands. "Now I might as well look."
"They were murdered." Clover glared, and meekly added, "probably.
"We're all going to get murdered one day," Georgia shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal."
"You're disgusting."
"You fucked Mr. Grayson for an A," Georgia narrowed her eyes, "don't think you're miss innocent here."
Clover's cheeks flushed red. "You have no proof."
"Darlin, I know more than you think," Georgia purred. "I have what you call streets smart."
"God damn it," Clover frowned and set on the side of her bed as Georgia plopped down next to her. "Might as fucking well."
Georgia squealed in glee, happy to have won. "Lets skip all the way to the—" Georgia stopped at a random page, "here."
"You need morals," Clover mumbled.
"And you need Jesus if you're letting me get away with all of this," Georgia snorted. "Look at this guy right here. The soulless ginger."
"You're a ginger," Clover pointed out.
"And I'm the deadliest of them all — a Day Walker," Georgia laughed. "God damn Cartmen is my spirit animal."
"He doesn't exist."
"And neither does my self-esteem, and yet here we are."
Clover rolled her eyes. "He has a weird name."
"That's because — my dear little Clover — his parents clearly hated him." Georgia then let out a snort. "Like who names their child Isaac Snowballs."
Clover playfully smacked Georgia's shoulder. "I was talking about Grell."
"Yeah, but Isaac Snowballs, Clo. Snowballs."
"You're childish."
"And you're a bitch," Georgia snorted. "But look at us together. Besides, at least his name isn't so utterly boring like William here. Spears?"
"Probably had a knife fetish," Clover grinned.
"Oh you can makes those jokes, but when I do?" Georgia feigned offence, "honestly? How dare you."
"You love me."
"I do," Georgia grinned.
Georgia snapped the book shut closed. "Alright, I'm bored."
Clover nodded her head. "Agreed."
She was about to bounce off her bed, but then stopped.
"Hey, Georgia?"
"What?"
"Did they have pictures?"
Georgia paused. "Isaac?"
"I don't think I noticed pictures on that page." Clover looked at the book suspiciously.
"What, sad you didn't see any dead bodies?" Georgia snorted. "You can always double check."
Georgia handed the book to Clover.
Suddenly the book stretched open. Pages came flying out of it, spewing more than the thin thing should have had. White light flashed from the book. As if a scene straight out of Jumanji, Clover could see herself get sucked into it.
Clover screamed. And ear-splitting, panic screamed with an echoed sentiment coming from Georgia. The light became brighter and soon enveloped their world.
The last thing Clover could heard was Georgia's final words:
"Holy fuck a god damn fucking book is killing us and it's all your god damn fault Clover!"
Ending Note: Honestly this chapter almost doubles the length compared to the first chapter of the OG Save me a Shinigami. Same spirit, similar humor (was the first one even humorous? Was this humorous? Fuck if I know) and — hopefully — now better written.
Well, better being subjective. (At least it's more-or-less on purpose now)
Honestly, tell me what ya'll think.
(˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ *:･。.