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Cruel_Angels_Thesis182 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 11:05 pm
Hmm, noone has posted here again since I added the last bit. So maybe I'll jsut wait until someone posts before me to post the next bit...
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 11:32 pm
Good good. Great cliffhanger there. Did she drink the Milo? Find out in the next episode of "Faerie"!
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Multifunctionomical Boner Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:58 am
please post more! It's like those damn fanfictions where they post like a chapter every two years. They're always the best ones too. However your not that bad at posting yet so I should stop complaining
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 3:22 pm
No, we can complain as much as we want.
Hurry up!
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Multifunctionomical Boner Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 12:07 am
yes. what she said 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 9:22 pm
*complain complain complain* You should be typing up story instead of studying! Get your priorities in order!
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Multifunctionomical Boner Vice Captain
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Cruel_Angels_Thesis182 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 4:11 am
Well, update time. This one's a long one though. P.S. Rachel, it doesn't actually say anything more about her milo...but I might work it into the story later. And I'm sorry, I'll jsut fail the SC and write some story then.
Mariah wouldn’t be surprised if it started pouring rain on her way too school. It would be just her luck. The clouds loomed over her, their thunderous voices roaring at her to hurry up, lest she be soaked to the skin by the looming precipitation. But she refused to change her pace. She walked, as she always walked and disregarded all of the factors which were making others scurry quickly towards their destination, hurry to their cars, or stalwartly grip big, black umbrellas as though the long silver frames were an extension of their own arms. She didn’t particularly care if she got wet right now anyway, and she liked the feel of rain, anyhow. The droplets would flow across her skin and dissolve her congealed emotions, and with the droplets would flow new thoughts and ideas. But today the rain would not come and liberate her trapped senses, thus she would have to struggle through the bedlam of her psyche without a clear path to follow. At least her physical path was the same one she followed everyday, but that hardly made things any easier, it only allowed her to walk robotically without actually focusing on where she was going, leaving her full attention free.
She arrived, completely dry and lost in thought, at her school gates at 8:59am. She sighed and made her way into the old brick complex, the inside of which was painted and ugly yellowish-cream colour, and headed down the blue-carpeted hallway towards her first class. A young voice she recognised called something, a greeting, to her from one of the off-shooting corridors. She sped up in order to avoid this voice, at least for a little longer. She would have to address this voice later, but she would use her tardiness as pretence for her negligence.
The first class was uneventful, as expected, as was the second. She spent her time staring at a single lined page, on which she wrote one word throughout the whole two lessons.
‘ETHER,’ Ether…Her science teacher had been saying something about it, but she didn’t know why she had written it down or exactly what it meant, it just sounded nice. It was a calming word. This was good, because she needed something to calm her down and quell her sense of foreboding which had swelled from the look on her father’s face that morning at the breakfast table. That circumstance had also left her feeling guilty. Had she been such a terrible daughter and was that letter something to do with her? It was a theory of paranoia, but she expected it was true. Perhaps she should start paying more attention to her fa--…
The bell went at that second, drowning out the end of her thought as it trailed off.
She slowly returned her so far unused school books and stationery back into her bag black shoulder bag, as she waited for the jostle for the door to subside and for the room to become vacant, then she looked up, slung her bag over her left shoulder and made for the cleared doorway. When Mariah had entered this classroom, she had kept her head down and made straight for a desk in the back corner, which was completely surrounded by desks already occupied by her contemporaries. This was so that when a tall boy with dark blonde and spiked hair and a thin silver chain around his neck stepped into the room, his scanning eyes fell in disappointment as he registered that he would not be able to sit near enough to talk to her. Once again Mariah had evaded Billy, but now she had no choice but to acknowledge his existence and address him, as he stepped from behind the door-frame and blocked her way. His name wasn’t in fact “Billy”, but Jack. Calling her boyfriend by her father’s name disgusted Mariah so much, however, that she opted to make up a nickname for him. Nothing fancy, in any case.
“Hey, Mariah,” he greeted her uncertainly, his eyes flicking to and from her figure erratically, “I called to you this morning and you kept walking and then I tried to sit near you but there was no room and…um…what’s up?” he finished, hesitantly.
“Sorry, I was running late, and I’ve been just kind of spacing out all morning, you know?” she replied casually, further spinning the web of kindly lies, designed to catch the fallen one after the unbearable but inevitable conversation which Mariah had been planning but dodging for as long as physically possible.
“Oh, yeah, I do that sometimes,” he said, relieved to hear that he had not been shunned on purpose, as far as he understood.
“Well, shall we go then?” he asked, gesturing towards the door and holding out his hand to Mariah. She did not take it. Everything she had meant to say had disappeared from her mind. So she uttered the most cliché line available to her reeling mind,
“We need to talk.”
Billy’s shoulders dropped an inch or two and his hand fell to his side. It was not the first time someone had said this to him and there was no need to continue this conversation, he could have walked away and spared himself the extra few minutes of pain. But he stayed. A hundred pleas and apologies ran through his head at those four simple words, but he firstly had no idea what he had done to provoke this conversation, so could not well apologise, and secondly, felt so weary at the prospect of losing Mariah that he could not bear to speak a word of what he felt. He resigned himself to the pending agony and sank into a nearby chair.
“About what?” he slowly enquired. He knew very well what.
“About us.” she replied shortly.
She paused and this pause lasted for a thousand minutes, while they looked each other straight in the eye. She really did love him, and they both knew it.
Why does she have to keep talking? Thought Billy.
He knows already, but I have to say it…for me, thought Mariah.
And through the other’s eyes, each knew that this conversation was obligatory. They could not move on without it.
Still, Mariah did not know where to begin. A song was floating around in her head, and she broke it down in her mind, lyric by lyric, as she spoke, without even realising it. And the next thing she said was as close to the truth of her feelings as Mariah ever spoke.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you are a great person,”
//You might be just what I need//
“And were it up to me, I would never want to leave you, but I feel as though I have to,”
//And no I would not change a thing//
“I’ve always wanted someone like you, but I feel like now is too difficult a time,”
//Been dreaming of this so long//But we only exist in this song//
“I feel that I’ll just ruin it for us both, you shouldn’t have to live with that,”
//The thing is I’m not worth the sorrow//
“So, I think it’s best if we don’t see each other outside of school or talk to each other unless it is necessary,”
//And if you come and meet me tomorrow//
“Because we will just keep on getting caught up together and the more attached we are, the harder things will be to work out,”
//I will hold you down, fold you in//
“Then we will be kidding ourselves, and it won’t be love anymore, it will just be fear of stepping out of a decaying comfort zone.”
//Deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live…//
“And I love you too much now to put you through that,”
//I break in two over you//I break in two//
“But when we are all sorted out…and I’ll still be here for you if you really need,”
//And if a piece of you dies//
“I want to look after you, but the greatest danger right now is me. I’m doing this for both our sakes,”
//Autumn, I will bring you back to life//
“I’m not sure when it will be better, but you will remain my one and only. I won’t forget about you.”
//Of course I see you//
“I love you.”
//I do…//
Billy made a feeble, throaty noise and nodded weakly. And, as Mariah was still standing with her bag hanging over one shoulder, she turned diffidently away from him and his despondent eyes watched her dejectedly out the door as he stayed seated.
She did not look back, as for the first time in eight years, a tear ran down her cheek.
* * * * *
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 11:49 pm
Nothing about the Milo? That was so the main point of the story! In fact, it should have been called 'The adventures of the Milo with a little bit about Mariah on the side' instead of 'Faerie'.
Poor Billy, we hardly got to know him and then he just disappears!
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Multifunctionomical Boner Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 2:02 am
waaaaaaa!!!!! what was with that? more soon please and explanations for slow people like me.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 10:32 pm
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Multifunctionomical Boner Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 12:50 am
That's what I was wondering.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 8:29 pm
Yes, I am also puzzled as to where the title has gone...
And Mary's mule, what do you need explained?
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 1:12 am
everything. it had no idea what going on
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