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Hi, my name is Alice
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 | -Wonderland- {uno} |
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| Created: 2008-02-24 18:21:23 |
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I can count in Spanish! Yay me!! Um... Yea..
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{ chapter one}
“..chasing dreams like a android in the midst of its annual love fest of some sorts, with their sick and twisted fantasies...”
The teacher droned on with useless bits of bittersweet facts, facts that were mostly her opinions but everyone was forbidden to question them-as well as he sanity. But it no longer matter that she wasn't making sense. No one was paying attention. Those of the female species were sending pings to each other about useless garbage concerning those of the male species, who were all staring forward with empty faces and an occasional snore or drop of drool.
The girl in the front row turned her head to the side, her silver streaked hair brushing her stiff collar. She stared out the wall-length window with little interest of what was happening in front of her face. There was nothing to see but the daily lives of the rest of the small and overpopulated community: people passing by on hover cars overhead; others walking past the semi-artificial trees to relieve their tiny pets; floating billboards advertising lunches and dinners with special menus; the rare occasion where it was possible to get a glimpse at a low-flying satellite.
She yawned into her hand before letting her eyes wander about the classroom.
The teacher still wasn't making sense and she silently cursed her parents for refusing to get her brain injectors and forcing her into a public education among the masses.
-How long until this hell is over?- she silently asked herself.
She glanced back over her shoulders to make sure no one had hacked into her brain waves, even though that was relatively impossible, especially when she considered that the majority of her class were total dimwits.
Before she could erase all doubt of it from her mind, the school's bell rung in its high-pitched frequency that managed to scramble ever signal inside the school.
Sliding her seat back, she walked out of the classroom with her peers. The halls, like always, were crowded and loud. She could never hear herself think with all the useless pings interfering with everything. None of them were ever for her anyway, but she could always hear the conversations.
-me & u? after school?-
-sounds kewl-
-he didnt!-
-then u'll never guess wat she said!-
-naw. Call me n 5-
-nooooooora!~-
-wat's for homework?-
-hey, nickia! abyan's waitin 4 u.-
-ALICE!!-
Her footsteps halted for half a second before she realized that the message was for her.
-What?- she asked in her insensitive way.
-Woah. Major attitude.-
She stopped again and asked with a sigh patched in somewhere -Noah?-
The boy appeared from nowhere and slipped his arm onto her shoulders. -The one and only.-
“Go away,” she muttered out loud before slipping out of his grip.
-What? You don't wanna talk to me? How'd you even know it was me?-
Debating on whether or not she should ignore him, she slowly answered him a smug tone -You're the only person in this rathole that knows how to spell 'attitude'.-
“Harsh,” he snickered into the crevice of her neck.
“Leave me alone,” she muttered before brushing him away.
-The meaner you are, the more I want you.-
-What part of 'Drop Dead' do you not understand?-
-The part the doesn't have 'I' next to 'U'.-
“I take it back,” she sighed. -You're a horrible speller.-
-Ally? Be nice. It makes your Papa proud.-
-Noah. Go... AWAY!!-
He whipped his headphones off and glared at the shorter girl. Her light blonde hair with its natural silver and white highlights. The way the collar of her school uniform was flipped up and the top two buttons were undone, only to reveal a purple undershirt and the half hidden pendant that belonged to her mother at one point.
“Do you honestly want me to go?” he asked almost silently. They were alone now. Everyone else had taken off on their hover boards or in the long, metallic buses ages ago.
“I'm a big girl Noah,” she answered slowly. “I think I can make it home.”
She started to walk away, her curly blonde pigtails flung behind her shoulders, but Noah stopped her with one last ping.
-I love you.-
She half smiled to herself before turning to glare coldly at him.
“Follow me and I'll castrate you.”
She didn't wait for a response before spinning on her heel and walking off again. |
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