[Anime opening: (To the tune of “Let It Go”. )
(Intro:)
In a world that’s deprived of Jesus Christ himself,
I somehow vent and tell you everything I do
Hoping, Crying, Loving every post
And even if I regret;
I’ll still be 12 years old!!
(Chorus:)
Everything I post,
Everything I say,
I will cringe at in the future!
Everytime I laugh,
Everytime I cry,
My hormones are crazy as shit!
I regret everything, but also am grateful,
For being apart of such a... ‘Unique’ community!!
(Other section I don’t know technical names for songs, but it mirrors the tune of intro:)
I know becoming reliant on an internet community is bad,
But I make sure to never lean too much,
Venting, reflecting, talking all the time
And even if it’s bad,
I’ll still be happy!
(Chorus:)
Everything I post,
Everything I say,
I will cringe at in the future!
Everytime I laugh,
Everytime I cry,
My hormones are crazy as shit!
I regret everything, but also am grateful,
For being apart of such a... ‘Unique’ community
(Ending, intro but slower:)
In a world that’s deprived of Jesus Christ himself,
I somehow vent and tell you everything I do
Hoping, Crying, Loving every post
And even if I regret;
I’ll still be 12 years old!!
The drama never bothered me anyway.
Ashton: JINJA??? Already fwreee o clocku? Oh no!!!
Crush: Baka!
Ashton: want, come dancu?
Crush: Omae wa mou shindeiru
Ashton: Blackpunk in you’re area!
Very composed, clean and organized, likes darker less flamboyant clothes. Black messy hair. Smart, not as smart as Amelia yet they compete a lot.
Damian stresses over making sure his life is tidy and if something goes wrong he loses it. He has a hard time in tough situations so often relies on Amelia to help him out. He is extremely word smart and mastered many aspects of literature, he is great socially and often does a good job making friends.
In the mindset of an idiot, foolish desires preside. Exploding at uncontrollable rates.
The sky becomes foggy,
The world seems as if Jesus Christ dropped a smokebomb on the world.
A light turns on. It’s my crush. It’s foggy. I am…. confused.
Waiting at the tables at lunch make me anxious. She’ll be here with her friends; and soon after, a group of guys will come in. I have it all planned out. I know little things are bound to go wrong, but as long as I keep myself to plan, nothing too bad will happen.
Today I confess. I’ve waited for a while and at this point too many people know. If I wait any longer, something disastrous will happen. Rumours are already spreading. I have to put them to rest.
Sure enough three girls walk in, my crush and two others. She is certainly the best looking out of the three. They sit down at a table a few spots away from mine. None of them acknowledge my prescence, or even glance a look at me. I’m partly glad, if they saw me staring I’d be screwed for sure. The less people there are in the room the better. If she rejects me, there wouldn’t be too high of a risk of an absolute catycylysm.
It’s time. I figure the worse that could happen is she’d call me disgusting, though that seems unlikely because we had gotten along pretty well. She’d ask for help on homework from me and I’d do the same. Maybe she just saw me as a smart person she could use for answers, but I saw her as more than that. I walk over to her table and say “hi,”. She looks up, with a half smile. Her friends already know I have a crush on her, so they’re giggling.
“Hello?” She says.
“How are you?” I respond.
She rolls her eyes and takes out her other earbud. Her smile widens. “Great, now why are you asking?” My mind went blank. I wasn’t expecting this.
“Just wanted to know,”
She laughs and stares me directly in the eyes. “The only reason you’d ever talk to me is if you needed help with homework. Spit it out,” I’m dumbfounded. I had planned many scenarios but not this. There is no way I could wiggle myself out of this; she had figured me out right there and then. Maybe her friends told her.
“I think you’re cute.” She shook her head at those words, still still holding a smile, though her eyes remained stagnant and her skin kept colour.
“I like someone else. You’re ugly as fuck, but still smart. That’s the only reason I spend even a few brain cells talking to you. Bye-bye!” She pulls a gun from her pocket and shoots me. I die before my head shatters on the ground.
Sun hits me like a racket. My window is open, and I hear soothing sounds of birds. I check my clock. It’s 6am. Today is confession day.
I shower, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast. By 8am I’m heading to school.
It’s a party.
The food is trashy so I only eat a salad.
The dancing begins. It’s crappy 2014 music.
It looks like they have coffee, no tea, but I pour myself a cup and walk around.
I make another cup.
And another...
And another…
I feel woozy and feel like barfing.
I don’t step on the dance floor, it’s too scary.
I tell a friend who my crush is.
That, is a mistake.
I go to the bathroom and crash.
It’s foggy, I’m still confused…
Amelia sat quietly in the cool wintry afternoon of February 12th atop the windowstill of her old rubbled school. She pressed a warm cup of tea to her wooly turquoise sweater as she wait for her mother to pick her up from school. She beamed with excitement, after learning she had aced her first quiz she couldn’t wait to deliver the news. Amelia has always been a top student, her mother would always encourage and motivate her to do well, to always persevere in even the toughest of situations.
An old mustang creaked it’s way up the parking lot. It settled just a few steps away from where Amelia sat.
“Amelia, sweetie, it’s me. Your mother isn’t feeling well and wants to rest,” a sweet voice traveled through the cold mist air. Miss Akiana. Miss Akiana, or simply Miss Aki had been taking care of Amelia for the past few months when her mother fell ill. She had never picked her up however, her mother always had just enough energy to carry her to and from school. Amelia strutted towards the vehicle and slouched inside. She took a sip of her honey drop tea yet she didn’t touch it again for the entire ride home. “She’s scared Amelia. I hate to tell you this but I don’t think it will be soon before she recovers. The doctors said she was diagnosed with-“
“Lung cancer.” Amelia abrupted.
“Yes, lung cancer. She told you?”
“No, she didn’t. But she did tell me how much she smoked when she was young. Also, can you hear her voice?” Miss Akiana nodded yet didn’t say anything else. She kept a blank face but Amelia could sense the millions of “what if’s,” that raced through both of their heads.
They arrived at their small wooden cottage after about an hour of silence. Instead of making their way inside Akiana opened the glove compartment and revealed a $20 dollar bill. “Take this Amelia, and buy your mother a gift. Use the rest of the money however you’d like.”
“You’re crazy! I would rather eat a good meal then use it on something I’d like,” Amelia pushed away the bill and opened the door of the vehicle.
“Don’t argue with me. Your mother would much prefer a gift from you. She can live off a few pieces of bread and leftover chicken. I’m sure it’s a price she’s willing to pay to receive something so special from you.”. Convinced, Amelia snatched the $20 bill and jolted outside. “Fine, you FUCKING BULLSHIT, FUCKINF BULLSHIT, SON OF A BITCH, WHAT THE HELL?”
“I’ll be back by 6, make sure mom takes her medi-fucking-cation.” Amelia set off to the nearby corner shop, not caring she had left her mittens inside of the vehicle.
The area smelt of smoke. The door made an ear piercing shriek as Amelia slowly made her way inside the department store. The clerk was smoking a cigar, smoke billowed around the aisles. Amelia always hated coming here, the atmosphere was absolutely disgusting.
“Amelia! What the hell are you doing here?”
Someone’s banging on the stall.
It’s my friend.
I hear a slow song playing.
He tells me he told my crush I want to dance with her. Damn.
Oh ma douce souffrance.
[Anime outro: (To the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. )
(Song:)
Drinking, drinking, falling down.
Happy as ever could be.
Letting go of a shitty past.
Holding onto the bright future.
Drinking, drinking, falling down.
Happy as ever could be.
(Intro:)
In a world that’s deprived of Jesus Christ himself,
I somehow vent and tell you everything I do
Hoping, Crying, Loving every post
And even if I regret;
I’ll still be 12 years old!!
(Chorus:)
Everything I post,
Everything I say,
I will cringe at in the future!
Everytime I laugh,
Everytime I cry,
My hormones are crazy as shit!
I regret everything, but also am grateful,
For being apart of such a... ‘Unique’ community!!
(Other section I don’t know technical names for songs, but it mirrors the tune of intro:)
I know becoming reliant on an internet community is bad,
But I make sure to never lean too much,
Venting, reflecting, talking all the time
And even if it’s bad,
I’ll still be happy!
(Chorus:)
Everything I post,
Everything I say,
I will cringe at in the future!
Everytime I laugh,
Everytime I cry,
My hormones are crazy as shit!
I regret everything, but also am grateful,
For being apart of such a... ‘Unique’ community
(Ending, intro but slower:)
In a world that’s deprived of Jesus Christ himself,
I somehow vent and tell you everything I do
Hoping, Crying, Loving every post
And even if I regret;
I’ll still be 12 years old!!
The drama never bothered me anyway.
Ashton: JINJA??? Already fwreee o clocku? Oh no!!!
Crush: Baka!
Ashton: want, come dancu?
Crush: Omae wa mou shindeiru
Ashton: Blackpunk in you’re area!
Very composed, clean and organized, likes darker less flamboyant clothes. Black messy hair. Smart, not as smart as Amelia yet they compete a lot.
Damian stresses over making sure his life is tidy and if something goes wrong he loses it. He has a hard time in tough situations so often relies on Amelia to help him out. He is extremely word smart and mastered many aspects of literature, he is great socially and often does a good job making friends.
In the mindset of an idiot, foolish desires preside. Exploding at uncontrollable rates.
The sky becomes foggy,
The world seems as if Jesus Christ dropped a smokebomb on the world.
A light turns on. It’s my crush. It’s foggy. I am…. confused.
Waiting at the tables at lunch make me anxious. She’ll be here with her friends; and soon after, a group of guys will come in. I have it all planned out. I know little things are bound to go wrong, but as long as I keep myself to plan, nothing too bad will happen.
Today I confess. I’ve waited for a while and at this point too many people know. If I wait any longer, something disastrous will happen. Rumours are already spreading. I have to put them to rest.
Sure enough three girls walk in, my crush and two others. She is certainly the best looking out of the three. They sit down at a table a few spots away from mine. None of them acknowledge my prescence, or even glance a look at me. I’m partly glad, if they saw me staring I’d be screwed for sure. The less people there are in the room the better. If she rejects me, there wouldn’t be too high of a risk of an absolute catycylysm.
It’s time. I figure the worse that could happen is she’d call me disgusting, though that seems unlikely because we had gotten along pretty well. She’d ask for help on homework from me and I’d do the same. Maybe she just saw me as a smart person she could use for answers, but I saw her as more than that. I walk over to her table and say “hi,”. She looks up, with a half smile. Her friends already know I have a crush on her, so they’re giggling.
“Hello?” She says.
“How are you?” I respond.
She rolls her eyes and takes out her other earbud. Her smile widens. “Great, now why are you asking?” My mind went blank. I wasn’t expecting this.
“Just wanted to know,”
She laughs and stares me directly in the eyes. “The only reason you’d ever talk to me is if you needed help with homework. Spit it out,” I’m dumbfounded. I had planned many scenarios but not this. There is no way I could wiggle myself out of this; she had figured me out right there and then. Maybe her friends told her.
“I think you’re cute.” She shook her head at those words, still still holding a smile, though her eyes remained stagnant and her skin kept colour.
“I like someone else. You’re ugly as fuck, but still smart. That’s the only reason I spend even a few brain cells talking to you. Bye-bye!” She pulls a gun from her pocket and shoots me. I die before my head shatters on the ground.
Sun hits me like a racket. My window is open, and I hear soothing sounds of birds. I check my clock. It’s 6am. Today is confession day.
I shower, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast. By 8am I’m heading to school.
It’s a party.
The food is trashy so I only eat a salad.
The dancing begins. It’s crappy 2014 music.
It looks like they have coffee, no tea, but I pour myself a cup and walk around.
I make another cup.
And another...
And another…
I feel woozy and feel like barfing.
I don’t step on the dance floor, it’s too scary.
I tell a friend who my crush is.
That, is a mistake.
I go to the bathroom and crash.
It’s foggy, I’m still confused…
Amelia sat quietly in the cool wintry afternoon of February 12th atop the windowstill of her old rubbled school. She pressed a warm cup of tea to her wooly turquoise sweater as she wait for her mother to pick her up from school. She beamed with excitement, after learning she had aced her first quiz she couldn’t wait to deliver the news. Amelia has always been a top student, her mother would always encourage and motivate her to do well, to always persevere in even the toughest of situations.
An old mustang creaked it’s way up the parking lot. It settled just a few steps away from where Amelia sat.
“Amelia, sweetie, it’s me. Your mother isn’t feeling well and wants to rest,” a sweet voice traveled through the cold mist air. Miss Akiana. Miss Akiana, or simply Miss Aki had been taking care of Amelia for the past few months when her mother fell ill. She had never picked her up however, her mother always had just enough energy to carry her to and from school. Amelia strutted towards the vehicle and slouched inside. She took a sip of her honey drop tea yet she didn’t touch it again for the entire ride home. “She’s scared Amelia. I hate to tell you this but I don’t think it will be soon before she recovers. The doctors said she was diagnosed with-“
“Lung cancer.” Amelia abrupted.
“Yes, lung cancer. She told you?”
“No, she didn’t. But she did tell me how much she smoked when she was young. Also, can you hear her voice?” Miss Akiana nodded yet didn’t say anything else. She kept a blank face but Amelia could sense the millions of “what if’s,” that raced through both of their heads.
They arrived at their small wooden cottage after about an hour of silence. Instead of making their way inside Akiana opened the glove compartment and revealed a $20 dollar bill. “Take this Amelia, and buy your mother a gift. Use the rest of the money however you’d like.”
“You’re crazy! I would rather eat a good meal then use it on something I’d like,” Amelia pushed away the bill and opened the door of the vehicle.
“Don’t argue with me. Your mother would much prefer a gift from you. She can live off a few pieces of bread and leftover chicken. I’m sure it’s a price she’s willing to pay to receive something so special from you.”. Convinced, Amelia snatched the $20 bill and jolted outside. “Fine, you FUCKING BULLSHIT, FUCKINF BULLSHIT, SON OF A BITCH, WHAT THE HELL?”
“I’ll be back by 6, make sure mom takes her medi-fucking-cation.” Amelia set off to the nearby corner shop, not caring she had left her mittens inside of the vehicle.
The area smelt of smoke. The door made an ear piercing shriek as Amelia slowly made her way inside the department store. The clerk was smoking a cigar, smoke billowed around the aisles. Amelia always hated coming here, the atmosphere was absolutely disgusting.
“Amelia! What the hell are you doing here?”
Someone’s banging on the stall.
It’s my friend.
I hear a slow song playing.
He tells me he told my crush I want to dance with her. Damn.
Oh ma douce souffrance.
[Anime outro: (To the tune of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. )
(Song:)
Drinking, drinking, falling down.
Happy as ever could be.
Letting go of a shitty past.
Holding onto the bright future.
Drinking, drinking, falling down.
Happy as ever could be.
