The Gathering
Disclaimer: What disclaimer? Dis a story I thought of maiself! If dis story resembles pplz or another story, itz a coincidence.
Chapter 1: To Kill.Myself
All this was a dream
Anzu awoke. When did she sleep? What did she dream of? Then she remembered her conflict with her parents. She sat up in her bed, sulking. She looked at her fancied up room: a big canopy bed, stereo systems at the top of her bed, computer with a printer, scanner, & high speed internet, & a walk in closet. Yes, Anzu had everything: great friends, caring parents, a rich family, a big house, & a good school.
So why am I sulking? Is it because of what I've done? Or is it because of the immaturity of my parents? She threw herself into her pillow, suddenly feeling like crying. No. I don't cry.. She sat up again, staring at her clothes: baggy pants, an extra large T-shirt, tied up long, black hair, & glasses. Though she had glasses, she wasn't a dork. She was more of a tom- boy. Her favorite colors were black, navy blue, & grey. Favorite animals: snakes, dogs, & dragons.
Anzu thought about what had happened: she hanging out with the high schooler, talking together things that should be talked to only the closest of all friends, sort of holding hands, being spied on by her siblings, her siblings ratting her out, her parents giving her the "you're developing" speech, getting embarrassed, her parents getting thoughts that the two liked each other, even though Anzu & the high schooler are just good friends, her slamming the door of her room angrily, & her parents embarrassing her by telling all the relatives & friends that "Little Anzu has grown up & fallen in love!".
She turned on her computer & went on line. She saw the high schooler on line; she had asked for his screen name a few days ago. She started to IM him: OutreHybrid: mai god.u wuldnt noe wut happened!! Bishbosh: wut OutreHybrid: mai sibs thought dey saw us holdin hands & told on us!! Now mai parents r all freaked out. Bishbosh: now wut? OutreHybrid: dey think we lyke each other!! Bishbosh: EWWW!!! OutreHybrid: I noe!! Bishbosh: dey dunno how 2 make friends wiv da opposite gender Bishbosh: nehowz, hoo wuld hold hands wiv u? OutreHybrid: ew ew ew ew!! *cant get mind off sick parent thoughtz of use lykin each other!!* Bishbosh: u noe I don't lyke u rite? OutreHybrid: no duh! Bishbosh: & u don't lyke me, rite? OutreHybrid: as a friend, yea, but not lyke dat!! BishBosh: lemme call u
Soon enough, the phone rang. Anzu picked it up before the 1st ring finished so her parents wouldn't have a reason to pick up the phone. "Hello?"
"Yea." He sounded weirded out. Oh well, can't help him. "Ummm.listen.you can tell your parents that I don't like you. And you should've told them so too."
Anzu fell silent. Does he think that this was all a trick for them to go out??
"Hellooo?? Anzu? I know that I'm too good for you to talk to, but we're wasting phone bills here!"
Anzu woke up from her shocked trance. "Ummm.ok den.I've got to go. Bye." She hung up the phone, even more upset from what had happened. HIM.of all the people who would understand.HE would think that I actually LIKE him??? FOBs.they don't know anything. Anzu was steamed now, not upset. She wanted to hurt something. NOW. She started to punch her pillow. But nothing much happened to calm her down. She lay face down on her pillow & napped, tired of the day's worries.
She awoke. Morn. Had she slept so long? What day was it again? Why did I sleep so early? Why did I wake up so late? She checked her alarm clock. 10:37 A.M. She stood from her bed & headed to the hallway to brush her teeth. After that, she walked lazily down stairs.
No one was there. Not even her annoying siblings. She suddenly remembered that her siblings had class. And one of her parents had to bring them there. Then.her dad must have went to work. All alone in her home. No one could ask for more. But remembering her siblings' schedules reminded her about the day before. She became all depressed again. She had nothing to live for. She headed to the kitchen for something to eat, even though she wasn't hungry.
Entering the kitchen, the first things she saw were the knives. Large ones. Small ones. Dagger-like ones. Thick ones. As if her hand wasn't her own, she reached out for the sharpest edged knife. And raised it to her chest.
Disclaimer: What disclaimer? Dis a story I thought of maiself! If dis story resembles pplz or another story, itz a coincidence.
Chapter 1: To Kill.Myself
All this was a dream
Anzu awoke. When did she sleep? What did she dream of? Then she remembered her conflict with her parents. She sat up in her bed, sulking. She looked at her fancied up room: a big canopy bed, stereo systems at the top of her bed, computer with a printer, scanner, & high speed internet, & a walk in closet. Yes, Anzu had everything: great friends, caring parents, a rich family, a big house, & a good school.
So why am I sulking? Is it because of what I've done? Or is it because of the immaturity of my parents? She threw herself into her pillow, suddenly feeling like crying. No. I don't cry.. She sat up again, staring at her clothes: baggy pants, an extra large T-shirt, tied up long, black hair, & glasses. Though she had glasses, she wasn't a dork. She was more of a tom- boy. Her favorite colors were black, navy blue, & grey. Favorite animals: snakes, dogs, & dragons.
Anzu thought about what had happened: she hanging out with the high schooler, talking together things that should be talked to only the closest of all friends, sort of holding hands, being spied on by her siblings, her siblings ratting her out, her parents giving her the "you're developing" speech, getting embarrassed, her parents getting thoughts that the two liked each other, even though Anzu & the high schooler are just good friends, her slamming the door of her room angrily, & her parents embarrassing her by telling all the relatives & friends that "Little Anzu has grown up & fallen in love!".
She turned on her computer & went on line. She saw the high schooler on line; she had asked for his screen name a few days ago. She started to IM him: OutreHybrid: mai god.u wuldnt noe wut happened!! Bishbosh: wut OutreHybrid: mai sibs thought dey saw us holdin hands & told on us!! Now mai parents r all freaked out. Bishbosh: now wut? OutreHybrid: dey think we lyke each other!! Bishbosh: EWWW!!! OutreHybrid: I noe!! Bishbosh: dey dunno how 2 make friends wiv da opposite gender Bishbosh: nehowz, hoo wuld hold hands wiv u? OutreHybrid: ew ew ew ew!! *cant get mind off sick parent thoughtz of use lykin each other!!* Bishbosh: u noe I don't lyke u rite? OutreHybrid: no duh! Bishbosh: & u don't lyke me, rite? OutreHybrid: as a friend, yea, but not lyke dat!! BishBosh: lemme call u
Soon enough, the phone rang. Anzu picked it up before the 1st ring finished so her parents wouldn't have a reason to pick up the phone. "Hello?"
"Yea." He sounded weirded out. Oh well, can't help him. "Ummm.listen.you can tell your parents that I don't like you. And you should've told them so too."
Anzu fell silent. Does he think that this was all a trick for them to go out??
"Hellooo?? Anzu? I know that I'm too good for you to talk to, but we're wasting phone bills here!"
Anzu woke up from her shocked trance. "Ummm.ok den.I've got to go. Bye." She hung up the phone, even more upset from what had happened. HIM.of all the people who would understand.HE would think that I actually LIKE him??? FOBs.they don't know anything. Anzu was steamed now, not upset. She wanted to hurt something. NOW. She started to punch her pillow. But nothing much happened to calm her down. She lay face down on her pillow & napped, tired of the day's worries.
She awoke. Morn. Had she slept so long? What day was it again? Why did I sleep so early? Why did I wake up so late? She checked her alarm clock. 10:37 A.M. She stood from her bed & headed to the hallway to brush her teeth. After that, she walked lazily down stairs.
No one was there. Not even her annoying siblings. She suddenly remembered that her siblings had class. And one of her parents had to bring them there. Then.her dad must have went to work. All alone in her home. No one could ask for more. But remembering her siblings' schedules reminded her about the day before. She became all depressed again. She had nothing to live for. She headed to the kitchen for something to eat, even though she wasn't hungry.
Entering the kitchen, the first things she saw were the knives. Large ones. Small ones. Dagger-like ones. Thick ones. As if her hand wasn't her own, she reached out for the sharpest edged knife. And raised it to her chest.