Title: Yet Another Mary-Sue!
Chapter 1: In the Real World
Disclaimer: I only own Muri.
Authors Notes: This is a Mary-Sue fic! Yup yup. Muri is based off of me. I don't expect anyone to actually read this so, yeah. It's just for my own amusement and I'm posting it because it's just easier to keep track of that way.
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"Dammit Jessie! Why won't you talk to me?!" A young redhead shouted at an expressionless brunette. The two stared at each other as teens cautiously walked past them through the halls of the large high school.
"You don't want to talk to me." Jessie replied coldly.
"What the hell! You're my best friend, of course I want to talk to you!" The redhead looked hurt by her 'friend's' emotionless tone.
"No, I'm not you're best friend. Without anime we wouldn't even talk. I don't know about you but in my book that puts us as acquaintances." Jessie shook her head and started to turn away. "I can't put up with it anymore, Muri." The sorrow in the redhead's eyes quickly turned to anger.
"Is that all I've been!? A nuisance for you to 'put up with'!" She demanded.
"Not at first but now. yes." Jessie turned and walked into the classroom. Muri stared at the door for a long moment in disbelief. Her mind screamed at her to do something, beg, plead, anything to make them friends again but her body just wouldn't respond. Tears welled up in her eyes unnoticed until a shrill bell resounded through the hallways. As if broken from a spell she blinked a few times, one tear sliding down her cheek.
"Don't start crying. you're not that weak." She muttered wiping angrily at the tear.
"Hey, you should get down to the office!" She looked behind her at one of the staff ladies. The woman started toward her when she didn't move. She missed the bell, which meant she'd have to spend the next hour and a half in the office. Like hell she would.
Before her brain even registered what she was doing she ran down the hallway, slamming open the doors to the stairwell. She pounded down the stairs. She didn't know where she was going she just had to get away. She burst through the doors into the main hallway and bolted down the glass- encased hall. She hated this hall, every sound, even the smallest, echoed against the windows that made up the ceiling and upper half of the sides. It was like a glass lid to a rat maze and she happened to be one such rat. She threw open the doors and stormed out into the open.
She paused for a moment to get her bearings before running toward the end of the football field. Just past the boundaries of the school was a forest, somewhere she could hide until she was ready to talk to people, somewhere she could sort through the thoughts racing through her mind. Suddenly her foot caught and she cried out as she fell to the ground, unconsciousness overtaking her as her head hit the forest floor
Chapter 1: In the Real World
Disclaimer: I only own Muri.
Authors Notes: This is a Mary-Sue fic! Yup yup. Muri is based off of me. I don't expect anyone to actually read this so, yeah. It's just for my own amusement and I'm posting it because it's just easier to keep track of that way.
~*~*~*~
"Dammit Jessie! Why won't you talk to me?!" A young redhead shouted at an expressionless brunette. The two stared at each other as teens cautiously walked past them through the halls of the large high school.
"You don't want to talk to me." Jessie replied coldly.
"What the hell! You're my best friend, of course I want to talk to you!" The redhead looked hurt by her 'friend's' emotionless tone.
"No, I'm not you're best friend. Without anime we wouldn't even talk. I don't know about you but in my book that puts us as acquaintances." Jessie shook her head and started to turn away. "I can't put up with it anymore, Muri." The sorrow in the redhead's eyes quickly turned to anger.
"Is that all I've been!? A nuisance for you to 'put up with'!" She demanded.
"Not at first but now. yes." Jessie turned and walked into the classroom. Muri stared at the door for a long moment in disbelief. Her mind screamed at her to do something, beg, plead, anything to make them friends again but her body just wouldn't respond. Tears welled up in her eyes unnoticed until a shrill bell resounded through the hallways. As if broken from a spell she blinked a few times, one tear sliding down her cheek.
"Don't start crying. you're not that weak." She muttered wiping angrily at the tear.
"Hey, you should get down to the office!" She looked behind her at one of the staff ladies. The woman started toward her when she didn't move. She missed the bell, which meant she'd have to spend the next hour and a half in the office. Like hell she would.
Before her brain even registered what she was doing she ran down the hallway, slamming open the doors to the stairwell. She pounded down the stairs. She didn't know where she was going she just had to get away. She burst through the doors into the main hallway and bolted down the glass- encased hall. She hated this hall, every sound, even the smallest, echoed against the windows that made up the ceiling and upper half of the sides. It was like a glass lid to a rat maze and she happened to be one such rat. She threw open the doors and stormed out into the open.
She paused for a moment to get her bearings before running toward the end of the football field. Just past the boundaries of the school was a forest, somewhere she could hide until she was ready to talk to people, somewhere she could sort through the thoughts racing through her mind. Suddenly her foot caught and she cried out as she fell to the ground, unconsciousness overtaking her as her head hit the forest floor