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 Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:33 pm
Art By Leeann N.
Okay so as you know I have discontinued my other story Not That Lucky and am now replacing it with this story. It shall be a horror/suspense with maybe a slight bit a of comedy. Enjoy!
Chapter One - Introductions And Destructions
I sat at the window watching as the rain made streaks on the clean glass. My attempts at washing them were now ruined. I rested my head against the cool wall of my tiny bedroom. Boredom. So many times is this word over used. But this time it had real meaning. There really was nothing to do in my room. How I wished I could escape my four wall prison and go to the basement to continue with my studies. But alas, I couldn't. I was confined to this damn room for the remainder of the week. And for what? Stabbing my step father with a fork as he tried to smack for the seventh time in the last week. So what if I didn't want to say grace? I shouldn't be forced to. Here I go again, rambling on and on inside my head. And to who? No one can hear me. And even if they could who would want to listen to complaints of a poor "orphaned" teen. No one, that's who. You may ask about the quotations around the word orphan. Well that is because I am not technically orphaned.... sort of. It's true both of my birth parents are dead but I was never adopted by complete strangers from some decrepit orphanage who's owner would have a cheesey fake english accent and stray hairs and moles all over her face. No, this was nothing like that, it was no where near as complicated.
My parents were happy together, they loved each other. Then one day my father dies. No big deal like some tragic car accident or suicide or a murder. No, one day he just didn't wake up, the fat old man died in his sleep. Apparently that lump in his throat was really a stray piece of food that got lodged in his throat while he snored, making him suffocate. Then my mother started to date my step-father Rick, they got married and one day I come home from school and mother is dead on the floor. They say she tripped while cleaning the dishes and a knife plunged into her head, it was an awful sight. Well I was then my step-fathers child because none of my other family would take me in. You see we're not the richest of families. We're quite poor actually so no one could afford to look after me except for my step-father. And of course with the obvious male needs Mr. Rick (as he forces me to call him) decided to get married to Elizabeth Carsery. But of course, neither like me much, me and Elizabeth used to get along good until I set her dog on fire. But you see the damn thing just would not shut up! So now you're pretty much caught up. Minus a few unnecessary years in between this whole bloody mess.
Now, onto introductions.
"DERYK! GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Well looks like introductions will have to wait for the time being.
"What is it Mr. Rick?" I yelled, opening my door and walking to the top of the stairs.
"What in the heck have you done to the living room wall?!!?" I ran down the stairs holding back a smile as I looked at my beautiful grafitti work. During the day while Mr. Rick and Ms. Elizabeth were at work I decided that the room could use a little art. So I took down all the family photos and recreated a battle scene from one of my history text books. The bright blood against the dark green war zone transformed the large wall into a beautiful cryptic mural. I was of course greeted with a good smack to the face from Ms. Elizabeth.
"YOU GET BACK UP TO YOUR ROOM YOU LITTLE RODENT!" She screamed, smacking me again. I willingly climbed the stairs into my broom closet of a room and sat back down in the window seat.
Now, where were we? Oh yes, introductions! Well as you have found out my name is Deryck, Deryk Kirkrend. Well that's what it was before my parents untimely death and that is the name I use. I don't quite fancy Deryck Dickerson, not a very respectable name if you ask me. Now you may be wondering why I talk in such a different manner from other boys in the twenty-first century. Well you see I don't fancy the slang kids use now-a-days. I prefer using normal words. I think I get it from the books I read. I'm a big literature fan.
Although you wouldn't get that from my clothing, black pants, black shirts, spiked wristbands, black hair and a nice lip ring in the center of my bottom lip. Yes, I'm quite different from my school yard chums. Their baggy pants and over use of cologne sicken me. Their music is nearly inaudible and their wretched tendency of mashing 2 or more words into one is almost laughable. Oh my, I'm rambling again. On with me. I don't have many friends, they only ones that I really have are always high and think I'm a talking pineapple. Not that I need friends really. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. Hmm, what else can I tell you about myself? Well, I play guitar but I'm not that good. I don't live anywhere you would know of. Just a small town in the middle of no where.
Nothing exciting ever goes on. In fact I think my parents death are the biggest news we've had in 7 years. That and my recent acceptance into the highly proclaimed School Of Visual Arts in New York. I'm leaving next month. I'm quite a celebrity in this small town. Now if you'll excuse me I must try to get some sleep on my old broken bed. I shall continue on with my rants and ramblings once I am in New York.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:39 pm
Lots of rambling to help my creativity... I love it!!!! @_@
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:39 pm
COMMENT! Oh, and if you don't continue this one, I shall kill the cupcake. I'm sorry it's come to petty threats, but there you go.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:46 pm
I will definetly continue this one. I have it all planed out! It involves stalking. And photography.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:47 pm
I thought I was a stalker....
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:48 pm
O.O.... you're a stalker..... AHHHHHH! *runs and hides*
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 6:54 pm
Does passing your crush's house on a bike count as stalking?
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 7:00 pm
No.... I used to do that. But he wasn't my crush. We were like best friends and he would stick his out the window and start talking to me and my friend Amanda. It was funny.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 7:49 pm
ZodiacStarrs Does passing your crush's house on a bike count as stalking? Ha ha, I used to do that! Only, he didn't live near me so I had to go on mapquest to look for his address... um, I'm not strange...as that saying goes, "Some call it stalking, I call it love."
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 12:58 pm
UPDATE!!! -holds shotgun to Mr. Flakey's head! stare cool
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:17 pm
Chapter 2 - Strangers And Stranger Things
Unpacking my clothes into the closet that was nearly as large as my room I heaved a satisfied sigh. This was going to be great 4 years. It was at this time that I noticed there were two beds in my dorm room. Along with two closets, two desks, two night stands with each with their own lamps and alarm clocks. This concerned me. I was not used to being around other people and having to live in a room with a fellow classmate could do no good. I jumped as I heard a tapping on the door. Tap Tap Tap.... no this was not the tapping of a happy student like you see in most stories. This wasn't the tapping of an overachiever filled with enthusiasm about the upcoming 4 years. No, this was the tapping of a very upset person, maybe someone who didn't want to be here. But surely this was not the tapping of someone I would have to worry about making an extreme connection with. Hopefully he would be the type that would do his own thing and leave me to do mine. There was a silent click as the door opened and in walked a nerdy fellow of sorts. His hair was greasy and combed back, his deep green eyes hidden by thick black glasses with tape in the middle holding the abuse glasses together. His shirt was a button up beige plaid, with a pocket to the side that was filled with pens. This brown pants pulled up past his belly button, the large space between the bottoms of his pant legs and his loafers revealed pale ankles covered by white socks pulled up as high as they would go.
"Hi, I'm Kenny. Is this room 1388?" He asked, my attention turning back to his face. I felt myself lean forwards slightly. His skin was greasy and covered in acne. His nose large and leaking a strange greenish liquid. His mouth was now open into a large smile and I could get a clear view of his crooked, buck teeth. What a sight we must be. A thin black covered boy standing opposite the biggest stereotype of a geek I've ever seen. I was snapped back to reality when I saw his face change. I noticed my jaw had dropped and my eyes were now wide open.
"Err. What room number did you say?"
"1388?"
"No, I'm sorry this is 1386, you're looking for next door." I said, a relief filling my mind. If my life were some strange comic book you would see a giant sweat drop fall down my the back of my head as he left the room. I sat on my bed with my sketch pad and started to draw the marvel creature that had left my room a few seconds ago. I was nearly done when another person walked into my room. He dressed like me, sort of looked like me if it weren't for his longer hair people I would have thought I was looking in a mirror.
"Hey, I'm Gerard." He said, dropping his suitcase onto his bed. Not complaining at the fact that I got the bed closest to the window. I watched as he put his things away and set up his desk. He was quite good looking, beautiful if you will. I couldn't help but stare.
"So... are you going to introduce yourself or just stare at me all year?" He asked.
"I'm Deryk, Deryk Kirkrend." I said, extending my hand. He shook it with a smile. So he was quite strong also. Definetly not what I thought he would be. He sat on his bed and pulled out a stuffed bat, sitting it by his pillow he walked out of the room. This shocked me, not even an explanation of where he was going or when he would be back! The nerve of some people. Oh damn, I'm sounding like his mother. Why does he interest me so much? It doesn't make sense, I don't even know him. Wait, that's it! Maybe if I get to know him I'll be able to concentrate on something else.
I jumped to my feet and walked over to his desk. Pictures of superheros and monsters peeking out from his sketchbook. He was a very good artist. I continued looking through his stuff, finding a picture of him and a younger looking boy with brown hair and glasses. Gee & Mikey written on the small white tab of the polaroid picture. So he has a little brother. The two boys looked alike in ways you could only look if you were related. I also found many comic books in the drawers of his desk along with CDs of some good bands. This new information on him only made me more interested, questions popping into my head nonstop. What was his favourite comic? His favourite band? What was his hometown like? Too many questions to ask and not sound obsessed. So I decided to wait for a better time before I asked. But one thing was for sure, he would not leave my mind for one minute for the next year.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:49 pm
More, please! I'll give you a Pop-tart.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:50 pm
You guys actually like it?! YAY!
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:52 pm
I love it! It's very interesting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 1:56 pm
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