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Like I said earlier I'm going to write some even if it's only a word... i'll finish it eventually lol...

ok now for the journal part of this thing...

I woke up today, and I woke up... DEPRESSED omg...

I don't think that i've ever been this depressed... like the only thing that is keeping me from going and drowning myself in the toilet... is the thought that school is starting in a few minutes...

my first though when I woke up was months...

meaning that my time left here is now mesured in months...

my dad and sister already have a place to stay in L.A. and are moving there in 2 or 3 days... it's just going to be me and my step-mom living here in the apartment... it's sort of liberating, but mortifying, ya know?

I mean, finally i'll be free from my dad's emotional tyrany!!

omg!! I'm so happy!!

But that also means that on the weekends we'll probly go to L.A. to be with my Dad and my sister...

so... yeah...

But my step-mom has Tuesday's and Wednesday's off so I don't know how she'll get the weekends off... either way... I'm depressed... but like...

Rebecca wont have to worry... I swear... when I leave i'm going to do everything in my power to get the car... and i'm going to come back and see you!!

I promise... I don't care how far apart we are I will still see you, I will still love you.

so it turns out that my dad lied to me... he said that I would have like 4 or 5 months left... now he is saying that I wont even have the time to finish my year here... how horrible... he got my hopes up, then b***h slapped them...

usually I don't get my hopes up for anything... exept Rebecca... when it comes to her... all the emotions I simply lock away and ignore break out and seem so wonderfull. Then my dad comes along like a stampede running through a feild of flowers, leaving nothing but trampled mulch of the once beautiful flowers that bloomed so vibrently...

flowers=my hopes
stampede=moving/my father...
trampled mulch=hopes after my father/moving...

usualy I just never let the proverbial flowers bloom at all so my emotional plain is nothing but a dry desert with the rare growing of a weed... no rain... no flowers... no wind to blow in seeds... nothing...

but rebecca comes along like the most perfect rainstorm blowing gale winds forcing in thousands of seeds soon to sprout in the amazing downpour of liquid happiness she rain on my plain.

so the plain is covered with flowers again... and soon enough my beautiful flowers are gone... one with the cracked earth once more...


I'm going to get off now and go to school... byebye...




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I've had this little voice in the back of my head telling me to write this out, and I know you all get tired of me writing shitty stories, and never finishing them... but I suppose that's how i'm going to write untill I find a good story worth sticking too... so for now i'm going to just vent so to speak...















chapter one: Johnny Wild.


Dumb-s**t doesn't know when to stop I couldn't help but laugh. "Might as well just quit right now." I said calmly with a trace of amusement still in my voice. He threw a quick left jab, then a kick to my legs. So SLOW! The punch felt as though the air around it was saturated with molasses. I felt a little sorry for him so I decided to end it early. I grabbed his leg in a vice and fell to the ground against the bend of his knee. Sweet music. His screams of pain were my personal symphony. I loved it. The blood. The dirt. The pain. The fight. I got up and stared down at him writhing like a stupid worm trying to get on it's non-existent feet. Finally I pulled out a phone and dialed "911" I told the little cream-puff girl on the other side the there was a man badly beaten where I was at, then hung up. I shoved the phone back in my pocket and wiped the dirt of my black leather jacket.
Punk got blood on my blue jeans. I kicked the gun this little 'tard pulled out on me to the trash-cans on the side of the ally. "You're lucky actually... I don't do guns... If that were the case you'd be dead about 4 minutes ago." I walked towards him, and soon enough I was standing over his face still contorted in strange ways trying to put the pain at bay. I picked him up by the neck of his shirt, and brought him to eye level. "My name is Johnny Wild, and boy, I live up to my name." I laughed again and with that I gave him a good punch to remember—haha or maybe he won't remember a damn thing!—to his chops and he went limp and unconscious. his broken leg dangling uselessly below. I dropped him and took the wallet from his back pocket. Thanks so much for your contribution good sir. I took the money and threw the wallet back down on top of his body; the money simply went in my pocket. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it feeling it's warm smoke flood my lungs. Exhaling I laughed a little again. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a small comb to pull across my hair, Black as pitch or at least that's what everyone told me. I raked my hair to the back of my skull and smoothed it over with my hand. What did this putz say before the gun? "What are you? A freaken fifties' greaser?" I lost the thought soon enough. Another drag and I was walking off into the street again, looking for a place to call home for the night. Still can't believe that idiot pulled a gun on me! Whatever happened to a good old knife? I suppose a fair fist fight might have been too much to hope for uh?






Chapter two:Olivia McCormick
sigh "Today's the day." I told myself, "why aren't you happy?" I looked at myself in the mirror and the only thing that I saw was the very unhappy 14 year old girl who had spent all morning convincing herself that the gray uniform was appropriate attire for her own wedding ceremony. The elders were going to pick a mate for me today. I had waited all my life for this. My parents were wonderful people. Some of the only decent people left in this world. Even after all the books were burned and illiteracy was the norm. They kept a few books, even a dictionary. They taught me how to read, to write, to live apart from the Elders' "perfect" society ... But how could I be sure that my new chosen mate would be my perfect match like my father was for my mother. I was even fairly sure that the Elders simply picked the matches at random. How could 300-year-old geezers pluck out the perfect matches for some 10,000 people? I'm sure by now you saying "10,000 people? Is she crazy there is way more people on the earth!" Well I hate to break it to ya, but not anymore. Now there is only Eisatsu. It is the only place still habitable. Eisatsu was constructed exactly 400 years ago and was used as a shelter for the Xander virus... No it didn't turn everyone into zombies or monsters or anything. It simply killed anyone who was exposed, and nobody could seem to get rid of it. When it was unleashed the year was 2781 A.D. and we had just set up a colony on Aphrodite-3. The alarms blared and my baby brother cried... We ran to the nearest shelter, and hid... It just so happend that there was a scientist there in that same shelter who had been reserching the Xander virus in secret with the government. His name was Dr. Alan Ryver. He had developed a cure to the virus in his tests and studies. Lucky for us he thought something would go wrong in the testing of the virus so he caried around a case with the antidote there was only enough for about 100 of us in that shelter... There were at least 500 people seeking refuge in there with us... he quietly whispered in the ears of the people closest to him and told them that he was going to inject the antidote... Again, it was lucky for me; I was standing litterally right next to him and was the first one to get the shot... the shot... it worked, and gave us impunity to the virus... but it also had an after effect... now it is year 203A.X. 203 years after the spread of the Xander virus... when it hit in that small city in Rhode Island I was 6-years old... now some 204 years later... I look 14... Antidote continually healed our cells to counter act the virus, and when your cells almost never die... you find that your life span is much longer... our haven from the outside world was designed to be perfect... but it does have one fatal flaw, it's size... it can never-ever get any bigger. So when we live as long as we do and have children the space increases... it's come to the point where the Elders have forbidden child birth... they will come and take your child from your arms... and God only know what they do with it after that... I love my family who were assigned to me... I love my friends who I met in our perfect world... but I hate it... I hate it all... I want to break out from this perfect little world... and it just so happens that the Elders were unveiling their newest achievement in a days time... I would be assigned a life partner, and the next day I would be gone, I would fix it all... and I would be happy... no one would have to die...





Chapter three: Alan Ryver