It was a cheerful morning. The sun shone, almost happily shining, the flowers seemed to bop to an inaudible Disney-esque sing-a-long, and the birds hopped here and there pleasantly, gathering food and feeding the next generation.... Everything was pleasant...Then the alarm clock rang.
"Oh shut up."
Oops. Correction. Somethings WERE pleasant. NOT everything. Not by ANY means was everything pleasant. Cong sat up in bed, hair sticking up in all sorts of Medusa-like ways. Rain pelted against the window as she groaned and got out of bed to shut off her clock-radio.
"I wish there was no school today, please be no school today, Mr.Sherman was just confused when he said see you tomorrow..." She said as she flicked on her bedroom light and walked the memorized path to the bathroom, eyes squinted because of the bright light. As she got in the batroom, she did her business then washed her hands and splashed her face with ice cold water, just to wake her.
She stared herself in the mirror.
"Everyday... the same thing. So boring." she sighed mostly to herself. Some to her cat who had peeked in the bathroom upon hearing her voice. She smiled and greeted her kitty on the way back to her room.
"Neko, what do you do while I'm at school, wasting away every precious minute of my life, slaving at school work, not being able to enjoy my days while being taught by the bane of all mankind, Sherman." She growled out the world, as if it were a curse. "I despise him." She drew out the word. She thought the word despise had to be the coolest sounding word in the whole entire English language. It just had an evil tone to it. So cool. Her cat just looked up at her with a 'holier than thou' look. She entered her room, picked out her clothes, and began to get dressed.
"Do I bore you?" She asked her cat. "Then leave." As if in response, her cat left the room.
"Baka neko." She murmured and smiled. Her Japanese was getting better by each passing day... She took her sweet time getting dressed. The rain still pelted the window.
"Why can't it rain on a weekend...WHEN I CAN STAY HOME?!?" She almost yelled to herself. Cong loved the rain. It was just so great to sit by a window watching the rain, or open the front door, wrap yourself in a blanket and just stare outside at the falling raindrops. Yes, Cong loved the rain. She ran a comb through her mostly straight/wavy and thick hair and tied it in a bobby ponytail in the back of her head, then brushed aside all the stray wisps. Ah, her hair. Another bane of all mankind as she would say. Can't, won't and refuses to stay in place, all the begging and pleading in the world couldn't help. Cong eventually gave up on her hair and glanced at the clock.
"Shoot!" Time to go, she was late! Her ride blared the horn outside and with that her day started. Cong rushed to shove her glasses on her face, grab a jacket, backpack, her cello, stuff on her shoes and brush her teeth at the same time.
"Gotta get outta here!" She mumbled to herself, toothbrush in mouth. She spat her brush into the bathroom sink and dashed out the door. Well, as near to dashing as possible with a cello on her back.
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The day went very smooth. Well, as smooth as possible in Cong's world. She had gotten to school, her first class was Geometry, on time. She took a quiz in that class. Math was usually her forte, and the teacher, Mr. Huntoon, explained things simply so she got it. Next class, she was a teacher assistant for Mrs.Freitas, a physical education teacher. That class was an easy 'A'. Next was her actual P.E. class, they got a free day because of some testing others had to take, so that was easy. Next was lunch. THAT was always an affair. Then next was Science, Mr. Kadow, one of her favorite teachers. That went well. The lab today was testing metals to see how malleable they were after being heated, something about certain elements properties. Next, was Language Arts, Mr. Sherman, the bane of all mankind, with a test. And then History, Mr. Sherman yet again. Then Orchestra, final class of the day. A joy to behold.
Cong sighed. Her days seemed so boring. She was sick of playing the roles she always played. Cong ,as a person, was surprising in herself. Her mother was black, with an Asian great-grandfather (Got the portrait to prove it), and an Irish slaveholder back in the slave days (I think you get where I was going with that, say so if you don't). Her father was an immigrant from a small central American country, Belize. So Cong was basically, as she called herself, a worldwide trip. African American, Central American, Asian, and European. All that she needed was Antarctica.
Cong wasn't particular suited to any one social group. She was 'an enigma' as her friends fondly called her, she called herself 'not a practioner of mindless conformity' aka a loner with friends. Cong loved rock, and yet listened to R&B often. Cong was a comedian, and yet 'he**a f***ing smart' as one person once politely mentioned. Cong loved sports, but would never be considered a jock, as she sucked. Cong loved anime, especially Ranma 1/2, but wasn't your typical anime lover. Cong was the black girl with the Chinese name. So where did she fit in?
"Cong, the only place you'd ever fit in is probably Nerima!"
"I know...everyone there seems so wierd, at least how Takahashi-san created them."
"Wouldn't it be so cool if it was real?"
"Please. You're retarded."
"Seriously! Wouldn't Ranma be so fine if he was real?"
"Yea, you're right about that! But that's the only thing your right 'bout. The ONLY thing."
"Which Ranma 1/2 character do you think is the hottest?"
"Anime characters? Are you trying to get me to say something stupid? If you are, I'll show you stupid, I'll shove stupid right up your arse-"
"Seriously! Don't act like you don't ever think about it!"
"Fine I will."
"What?"
"You just said 'Do NOT act like you do NOT ever think about it.' Doble Negative. So you just said-"
"I get it! Smart Idiot-"
"And proud of it. Oxymoron!"
"Shuddup. Wait- was that another pun?"
Cong just walked off laughing. Ranma real? Spare me. Cong waited outside the school for her mom. Her mother pulled up. Cong stuffed her junk in the back seat and climbed in the passenger side. By the time she got home, finished her chores, and watched some t.v, it was time for bed.
"So tired. TGIF." She murmured to herself as she threw on her pajamas and jumped in bed. She fell right asleep.
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"Ah....Stupid sun." she murmured. Looked like it was going to be a sunny day, much to Cong's displeasure. She sighed, grabbed her glasses and walked into the kitchen to make some eggs and whatnot. A post-it was stuck to the refrigerator.
"C.B-
At work.Your brother is over his friend's for the weekend, dropped him off this morning. Feed the cat, wash a load of whites for me. Wash the dishes, defrost the pork, and when it's done season it and shove it in the oven at 150.
See you at 6:30,
Momma"
"So, I have to wash clothes. Better get started, don't wanna do it later." she said to herself and ventured into her brother's room to fetch his stinky whites. She opened his door. The room was in disarray ,as usual, with movies everywhere, and clothes sprawled all over. She took his super deep hamper and started to gather all his socks. After about ten minutes Cong was done. She looked around once more before heading to the next room. She looked inside the hamper for the one red sock that ALWAYS seemed to get mixed in.
"There you are, sucka." She said, and reached in to get it. The sock seemed to be deeper than she thought and she reached farther. Cong's feet slowly rose off the floor as she stretched to get the little bugger who didn't seem to want to be gotten. Cong's feet flew up suddenly, and she fell head first into the hamper.
The front door burst open suddenly.
"Cong, I left some files here, I just came back." her mother said.
"CB, are you here?" there was no answer. Her mother went into her son's room and saw the hamper laying on it's side.
"She must have been washing clothes... maybe she rushed next door to borrow some fabric softener...I forgot we don't have any." Her mother said. She grabbed her files and scrawled out a new note.
"C.b.-
Came home for a second to grab files. Going to grocery store after work.
-Mom"
And with that, she left, and the house was silent.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
A girl fell onto an empty park bench.
"So cold....What happened? Where on earth am I?" She asked no one in particular. The park was empty.
Cong looked around.
"In PUBLIC?!?" she cried, "AND I'm IN PAJAMAS! And my HAIR'S NOT DONE!"
Cong screamed, covered her head and ran.
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(A/N: Hi, this is QC! This is basically a persona of me. Cong acts pretty much like me, I talk like that, act like that, and look like her. We just don't have the same name. My name is Irish, from my Irish background. Cong is actually a Chinese name, which means 'clever' and if I am correct is pronouned kinda like 'Schwong' and not 'Kong'. I think it's kinda cool. And I will give a dollar to whoever can guess my real name. It's an Irish/Gaelic surname starting with a 'T'. Have fun.
So where is Cong? How exactly did she get there? Find out soon and R+R!)
"Oh shut up."
Oops. Correction. Somethings WERE pleasant. NOT everything. Not by ANY means was everything pleasant. Cong sat up in bed, hair sticking up in all sorts of Medusa-like ways. Rain pelted against the window as she groaned and got out of bed to shut off her clock-radio.
"I wish there was no school today, please be no school today, Mr.Sherman was just confused when he said see you tomorrow..." She said as she flicked on her bedroom light and walked the memorized path to the bathroom, eyes squinted because of the bright light. As she got in the batroom, she did her business then washed her hands and splashed her face with ice cold water, just to wake her.
She stared herself in the mirror.
"Everyday... the same thing. So boring." she sighed mostly to herself. Some to her cat who had peeked in the bathroom upon hearing her voice. She smiled and greeted her kitty on the way back to her room.
"Neko, what do you do while I'm at school, wasting away every precious minute of my life, slaving at school work, not being able to enjoy my days while being taught by the bane of all mankind, Sherman." She growled out the world, as if it were a curse. "I despise him." She drew out the word. She thought the word despise had to be the coolest sounding word in the whole entire English language. It just had an evil tone to it. So cool. Her cat just looked up at her with a 'holier than thou' look. She entered her room, picked out her clothes, and began to get dressed.
"Do I bore you?" She asked her cat. "Then leave." As if in response, her cat left the room.
"Baka neko." She murmured and smiled. Her Japanese was getting better by each passing day... She took her sweet time getting dressed. The rain still pelted the window.
"Why can't it rain on a weekend...WHEN I CAN STAY HOME?!?" She almost yelled to herself. Cong loved the rain. It was just so great to sit by a window watching the rain, or open the front door, wrap yourself in a blanket and just stare outside at the falling raindrops. Yes, Cong loved the rain. She ran a comb through her mostly straight/wavy and thick hair and tied it in a bobby ponytail in the back of her head, then brushed aside all the stray wisps. Ah, her hair. Another bane of all mankind as she would say. Can't, won't and refuses to stay in place, all the begging and pleading in the world couldn't help. Cong eventually gave up on her hair and glanced at the clock.
"Shoot!" Time to go, she was late! Her ride blared the horn outside and with that her day started. Cong rushed to shove her glasses on her face, grab a jacket, backpack, her cello, stuff on her shoes and brush her teeth at the same time.
"Gotta get outta here!" She mumbled to herself, toothbrush in mouth. She spat her brush into the bathroom sink and dashed out the door. Well, as near to dashing as possible with a cello on her back.
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The day went very smooth. Well, as smooth as possible in Cong's world. She had gotten to school, her first class was Geometry, on time. She took a quiz in that class. Math was usually her forte, and the teacher, Mr. Huntoon, explained things simply so she got it. Next class, she was a teacher assistant for Mrs.Freitas, a physical education teacher. That class was an easy 'A'. Next was her actual P.E. class, they got a free day because of some testing others had to take, so that was easy. Next was lunch. THAT was always an affair. Then next was Science, Mr. Kadow, one of her favorite teachers. That went well. The lab today was testing metals to see how malleable they were after being heated, something about certain elements properties. Next, was Language Arts, Mr. Sherman, the bane of all mankind, with a test. And then History, Mr. Sherman yet again. Then Orchestra, final class of the day. A joy to behold.
Cong sighed. Her days seemed so boring. She was sick of playing the roles she always played. Cong ,as a person, was surprising in herself. Her mother was black, with an Asian great-grandfather (Got the portrait to prove it), and an Irish slaveholder back in the slave days (I think you get where I was going with that, say so if you don't). Her father was an immigrant from a small central American country, Belize. So Cong was basically, as she called herself, a worldwide trip. African American, Central American, Asian, and European. All that she needed was Antarctica.
Cong wasn't particular suited to any one social group. She was 'an enigma' as her friends fondly called her, she called herself 'not a practioner of mindless conformity' aka a loner with friends. Cong loved rock, and yet listened to R&B often. Cong was a comedian, and yet 'he**a f***ing smart' as one person once politely mentioned. Cong loved sports, but would never be considered a jock, as she sucked. Cong loved anime, especially Ranma 1/2, but wasn't your typical anime lover. Cong was the black girl with the Chinese name. So where did she fit in?
"Cong, the only place you'd ever fit in is probably Nerima!"
"I know...everyone there seems so wierd, at least how Takahashi-san created them."
"Wouldn't it be so cool if it was real?"
"Please. You're retarded."
"Seriously! Wouldn't Ranma be so fine if he was real?"
"Yea, you're right about that! But that's the only thing your right 'bout. The ONLY thing."
"Which Ranma 1/2 character do you think is the hottest?"
"Anime characters? Are you trying to get me to say something stupid? If you are, I'll show you stupid, I'll shove stupid right up your arse-"
"Seriously! Don't act like you don't ever think about it!"
"Fine I will."
"What?"
"You just said 'Do NOT act like you do NOT ever think about it.' Doble Negative. So you just said-"
"I get it! Smart Idiot-"
"And proud of it. Oxymoron!"
"Shuddup. Wait- was that another pun?"
Cong just walked off laughing. Ranma real? Spare me. Cong waited outside the school for her mom. Her mother pulled up. Cong stuffed her junk in the back seat and climbed in the passenger side. By the time she got home, finished her chores, and watched some t.v, it was time for bed.
"So tired. TGIF." She murmured to herself as she threw on her pajamas and jumped in bed. She fell right asleep.
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"Ah....Stupid sun." she murmured. Looked like it was going to be a sunny day, much to Cong's displeasure. She sighed, grabbed her glasses and walked into the kitchen to make some eggs and whatnot. A post-it was stuck to the refrigerator.
"C.B-
At work.Your brother is over his friend's for the weekend, dropped him off this morning. Feed the cat, wash a load of whites for me. Wash the dishes, defrost the pork, and when it's done season it and shove it in the oven at 150.
See you at 6:30,
Momma"
"So, I have to wash clothes. Better get started, don't wanna do it later." she said to herself and ventured into her brother's room to fetch his stinky whites. She opened his door. The room was in disarray ,as usual, with movies everywhere, and clothes sprawled all over. She took his super deep hamper and started to gather all his socks. After about ten minutes Cong was done. She looked around once more before heading to the next room. She looked inside the hamper for the one red sock that ALWAYS seemed to get mixed in.
"There you are, sucka." She said, and reached in to get it. The sock seemed to be deeper than she thought and she reached farther. Cong's feet slowly rose off the floor as she stretched to get the little bugger who didn't seem to want to be gotten. Cong's feet flew up suddenly, and she fell head first into the hamper.
The front door burst open suddenly.
"Cong, I left some files here, I just came back." her mother said.
"CB, are you here?" there was no answer. Her mother went into her son's room and saw the hamper laying on it's side.
"She must have been washing clothes... maybe she rushed next door to borrow some fabric softener...I forgot we don't have any." Her mother said. She grabbed her files and scrawled out a new note.
"C.b.-
Came home for a second to grab files. Going to grocery store after work.
-Mom"
And with that, she left, and the house was silent.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
A girl fell onto an empty park bench.
"So cold....What happened? Where on earth am I?" She asked no one in particular. The park was empty.
Cong looked around.
"In PUBLIC?!?" she cried, "AND I'm IN PAJAMAS! And my HAIR'S NOT DONE!"
Cong screamed, covered her head and ran.
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(A/N: Hi, this is QC! This is basically a persona of me. Cong acts pretty much like me, I talk like that, act like that, and look like her. We just don't have the same name. My name is Irish, from my Irish background. Cong is actually a Chinese name, which means 'clever' and if I am correct is pronouned kinda like 'Schwong' and not 'Kong'. I think it's kinda cool. And I will give a dollar to whoever can guess my real name. It's an Irish/Gaelic surname starting with a 'T'. Have fun.
So where is Cong? How exactly did she get there? Find out soon and R+R!)