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Hi, my name is Farm
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 4.33 with 12 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-25 19:55:35 |
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A/C: There is nine parts per chapter. This is obviously a rough copy, thing. I'm not sure if I like it, but I'm completely infatuated with Dawn Zee. She makes me happy.
I wish the tab button worked here.
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"You're going to like this town, Z." He knew I wasn't going to, I never liked any of the towns he made me go to. I never get along well with the other people, and I sure as hell don't fit in. I mean, c'mon. My name is Dawn Zee Lennon. Sounds a lot like John Lennon, doesn't it? It isn't coincidental. My parents were raised into the 60's.
My lips curled into a small smile and squinted. It's what I call the 'reassuring' look. I've been practising it for seventeen years. I swear I came into the world with that look, reassuring Jack and June I'd be the perfect daughter.
If you were wondering, Jack and June are my parents. They didn't raise me to call them Mom or Dad. They did things their way. June died the day I turned fourteen. A hair dryer fell into the tub she was bathing in. Sounds cliche, doesn't it? Jack hasn't been the same since, really. His free spirit has been confined to a small closet in the back of his cluttered mind. He used to wake up in the morning as bright as the sun, just to see her sound asleep beside him. All he has left of her is me, he always said it was like looking at an old picture of her. My blond hair curls and flows the same way hers did. My blue eyes sparkle even in the dimmest light, and my skin is as soft as satin, just like hers. Well, that's what Jack would tell me, I wish I was as beautiful as he made me seem, but I was pretty plain. June was stunning. I was proud to call her my Mother. No, scratch that. I am proud to call her my Mother.
"We're here, Z!" The excitement in his voice was something he has been practising, too. He hates moving to new towns just as much as I do. He hates getting new jobs, getting new houses, getting used to the idea of not getting used to living here because we'd be leaving in a couple months anyway. It's routine, one we will never get used to. "This is our new home."
The words home trailed off in my mind. I missed home. This isn't home. This is hell. The air is heavy, and there is mist everywhere. The grass is barely alive, and no one seems to have a garden. The houses look identical, and they are all falling apart. The only difference between those houses and the one we're moving into is the word "our". The inside was worse. The place I'm supposed to feel completely safe in will be the place I feel scared in, terrified. The walls are dressed in cobwebs, and the stairs look like they couldn't even handle the weight of a feather. The floorboards creak in a morbid fashion as if an axe wielding madman was watching your every move. I wouldn't blame the psycho, though. It seems simple to go mad in this place.
I could hear him outside telling me to check out my new room as he checked out the outside looking for things he could fix. He always does that, he'll fix the home so it's decent, and then we move. He'd be working for years with this house, maybe that means I can make some friends and not become a social outcast who sits in the bathroom eating lunch. I've never actually eaten lunch in the bathroom before, too much bacteria. Speaking of bacteria, this house is probably crawling with things just waiting to infect me. Gross.
The stairs screamed as I gingerly climbed their horrifying structure. One misplaced foot could lead to many different outcomes, most of which have painful side effects. At this point I couldn't wait to get to my room. My room. It sounded funny, because this isn't my house. Nothing here is mine, I am a stranger to it as it is to me. I glanced up from my feet to see if I was almost there, I was. Two more steps and I'd be in the place I'll learn to rest my head in. It's the only room upstairs, it's peculiar, but interesting. My room is white, and with a huge window overlooking more of the black and white neighbourhood. Suddenly, something caught my eye. Someone was looking at me, staring. I nervously waved to them, they didn't wave back. They just kept staring. |
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mail me with the next part, i gave it a rating of five - who doesn't like a bit of a cliff hanger.