Alright, so this is the Second Chapter of News Feed! I have written this chapter and the first and maybe the third, depends on how fast I get this one done, waiting for the Publishing block to get over with.
Now, onto the story!
#StatusUpdate: Where online personalities become reality
User: ThePlumRoots
New Blog Post:
Title: #Willingly Walking to my Doom
Content: Yay school. Love school sooo much. It doesn't help that I have fan-girls in my class that care about nothing that happens in class but about the hottest guy that's in my class. If I get trampled to death, I would like the song Sayonara Memory by 7!-oops played during my memorial.
Blog post successfully posted.
Alright, so as I said in my second blog post, school's a living nightmare, just because of the fan-girls that ruin and peace and quiet a girl like me could ever want. All I want is a peaceful, quiet place to draft my blog posts before I post them. What? Unlike most people, I take blogging very seriously; it's almost like writing a book. You wouldn't want to read a book that someone slapped together in 2 minutes would you? Chances are that book wouldn't be very good.
Anyway, here I am, sitting in class somewhat listening to the teacher drone on and on about the Taiping Rebellion or something similar to that. I really should be drafting a blog post on this, or maybe not as I saw my teacher get very enthusiastic about the fact that the government just collapsed when the leader of the rebellion secluded himself. Nobody will want to read my observation on a boring History teacher.
Just then the bell rang, and the day flew by. In the hallway on the way to 4th period however, someone caught my eye. He was tall, my head reaching the middle of his chest, and his lavender colored eyes bored into mine, catching me off guard. I turned to face him when he addressed me.
"Are you Miss Miru?"
"I am. What's up? Do you need anything?" He stared at me for a moment more, then walked away.
"No, no. I was just confirming something." What? What was he confirming? What was there to confirm? Nothing, I hope. I didn't do anything wrong, well not that I can remember anyway. Back to the topic, 4th and 5th periods were no big deal, those classes were Art and Science. I'm good at those subjects, but 6th period was interesting for me, to say the least.
I found out that the boy who talked to me in fourth period is a boy named Neji Hyuuga. Hyuuga, Mother told me about those people under that name. I was told to never make those people angry, for they could make my life a living hell, according to her. So I didn't say anything to him, but throughout class, he suddenly became the perfect object for a blog post.
ThePlumRoots posted #Strange, have I just met a gender-fluid person?
In gym today I noticed a boy sitting on the bleachers waiting for his teacher to arrive. He had really long dark brown hair, and throughout class he seemed to take very good care of it, like a girl would, but his body build is that of a guy. He talks politely, and has feminine habits. I wonder, is he gender-fluid? Or just effeminate?
7th period was lunch, and I had some company at lunch. Not saying anymore, that's for another blog post. The rest of the day went smoothly, and I came home and did my homework and then logged onto #StatusUpdate to see the latest posts.
FreeSunnyPlace posted #Oh no…
Oh no…I forgot to sign my name on the card…Now he'll never know who sent it! Oh, I'm such an idiot…
ThreeDeadlyMoons posted #Shocked
Something happened today. A girl sat with us during lunch today. When my brother asked her what she was doing there she looked him right in the eye and said that she was eating lunch and that she always sat there. That's odd, usually people shake in fear just by looking at him. But she didn't. She seems interesting…
I froze, and reread that post. Could it have been one of those three people I ate lunch with today? No, there's a huge chance it wasn't. After all, they didn't specify what lunch period they were in anyway. So I'm safe. For now, anyway. Gotta watch my back. I click on the Make A Post button, and begin typing my post. When I finished, I hit post.
ThePlumRoots posted #Lunch was Interesting
So I usually sit at the table in the lower right corner, the table closest to the wall. I sit alone, and that table is farthest from the door, so no body sits there. It's a perfect place to sit around and write. Usually. Today 3 kids I have never seen before sat there today.
One had short, coarse blonde hair that looked like it took forever to put it into the 4 ponytails that she had it in.
Another was a boy with messy brown air ad he had some sort of purple makeup on his face.
The last one had red hair just as messy as the first, and he had the Japanese character for love on his forehead.
I sat down across from them and did what I normally did, and the red-haired asked what I was doing there. I replied that I was eating lunch. He asked me why I was sitting there. I looked him straight in the eye and told him I always sat there.
They left me alone after that, but it seemed that they prefer to be left alone. Maybe I should find another table to sit at soon. Leave them to their silence, so I can have mine.
I read my post, and logged out of my account, satisfied with how my posts came out. Time to go to sleep.
Okay, yes I know. Gender-fluidity. I have a friend who is gender-fluid, and I know I may have stereotyped it. I'll have her give me a better explanation on it soon, so I can correct and re-upload this chapter.
However, if any of my readers are gender-fluid and would like to correct me through review or PM, I would be happy to change it!
Yes, this story is starting up slowly. If you want action, then stop reading this story because the plan I have for it doesn't include a lot of action. So if action is what you're looking for, this story doesn't have it.
OH! The blogging idea was based off of to-love-is-to-lie's story SecretKeeper, except her main character, Sorano keeps everything in diaries. It's a really good series, and I suggest you read it. However, it does have some yaoi, so if you don't like yaoi I suggest you don't read it.
