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Five Is To One is on hiatus. It has been ever since I couldn't get anything else going for Chapter 2. I guess that you're all going to have to deal with it for the moment. I'm still struggling with the whole writing process for that.
In the mean time, enjoy this little introduction to something I just wrote after a month of not writing anything! It's not exactly pointless but I guess it's safe today that I never really intended for there to be a point in this story.
Enjoy!
PS: I swear, this thing looked so much better on Word.
Missing
In A Sense
The homework just never ceased to pile up before me. There was this English paper I had to work on about Macbeth that was due in a few days; a Chemistry project that needed to be redone, a certain group mate forgot about his work; a Math test that I had yet to start on (it’s common knowledge I hate the subject anyway); and that Geography extra-point-pimpage, hand drawn map.
Teachers these days give no sympathy.
Larry, my Windows ’98 computer was whirring softly as I typed away on that paper. I might as well finish what I enjoy first before moving to the ones I hate which would probably take up my lifetime finishing. Just in case of any interesting happenings, I left my messenger on. It’s as if anyone was online. I only had a few people on my list. They only included Ryan, Joey, Nick and a bunch of other people from class that just wanted people on their list.
I really don’t get why they need millions of people on their list. I bet they don’t even talk to everyone online. They’re probably just insecure kids that find reassurance in the number of contacts they have; reassurance of their popularity, of course.
Aside from Word and messenger, there was also iTunes on. They blared the best music my cheap-oh speakers can provide. Cute Is What We Aim For was doing it’s best to provide me with the best mood it can offer but the paper was draining it out of me.
I sighed in relief as I stretched my cramping arms and cracked my knuckles. Just a few more sentences and the horror of the Macbeth paper would be over. It’s not that I didn’t like the play; I just can’t stand being forced to read it.
Just as I was about ready to finish the paper, an unwanted doorbell sound rang. It wasn’t the door however, it’s the usual indication that Nick makes when he’s bored out of his mind and there’s no other and better person to share his random thoughts with.
A window opened and a conversation started.
nickunderscore: YO!
Disgruntled, yet interested in anything that had nothing to do with homework, I replied back.
exclamationpoint: What? I was doing that English paper.
nickunderscore: You’re always doing THAT English paper.
exclamationpoint: Some people enjoy working, unlike some slackers out there.
nickunderscore: I woooonder who those aaareeee. :D
exclamationpoint: You’re a puzzle to even the most brilliant minds, Nick.
nickunderscore: Don’t blame me for being such a puzzle. Blame YOURSELF:O
exclamationpoint: …
Disregard the fact I was interested in talking to Nick. Homework is way better than this torture.
nickunderscore: Helloooo? Haaalooooooo!!
exclamationpoint: I want to do my homework now, please?
nickunderscore: Kiss me first:O
exclamationpoint: …
“exclamationpoint has signed out.”
nickunderscore: MotherFUFUFUUCUCKCKKKCK!
nickunderscore: :(
Nothing but a good invisible status to put the silence in Nicholas Moore’s mouth.
nickunderscore: Halo! I know you’re just invisible! ARGH!
And with one last annoying doorbell ring from the speakers, Nick finally gave up and probably decided to annoy probably Joey. She would be probably less than thrilled to talk to Nick but then she is the more tolerant one among all of us.
Being the diligent student I am, I went back to my paper. If only there were more exciting things going on. There has to be something much more exciting, other than Nick’s instant messages and schoolwork; hopefully something a little cliché with a twist.
“He asked me to kiss him again, can you believe that?” Joey giggled as I turned a page of our History book. You’ll never know when we might have a pop quiz.
“Nick asks everyone to kiss him as long as they have a pair of lips,” Ryan smirked adding a sugar cube to her drink.
“Anything I can get you girls?” Emily, Joey’s mother asked with a coffee pot in hand, she owned the coffee shop with her wife, Taylor. Joey never really had any problem with her parents as lesbians. She’s more grateful to them for taking her from the orphanage.
“I’ll just have more tea, Mrs. Blair,” Ryan replied looking at Joey expectantly for her order. Emily nodded as she wrote the order down in her imaginary notebook—in her head of course.
“I’m good, mom. Halo’ll have the usual caffeine ingested tea,” Joey laughed as Emily nodded. She gave us all smiles before assuring her daughter that she’d be right back before turning towards the counter.
Joey and Ryan never bother asking me for my order. They always think I’m too absorbed with my books. What they don’t know is that I’m listening to every little thing.
It’s amazing though, what they talk about while I read. They even talk about me sometimes but thankfully nothing they converse about is that mean. They talk about how I read too much but then they never really make much out of it. My excuse is that it’s in my nature.
‘Your nature seems to take a lot out of you, doesn’t it?’ a strange, mysterious voice sounded off from below me. I froze on my seat, trying my best not to look too shocked. Was it just me, or did my book just talk?
‘I can read your thoughts too,’ the voice said.
This is it; I need coffee.
I quickly shut my book, my face composed and my poise erect. I slammed the book on the table and waited for the other two to initiate conversation. Ryan and Joey jumped at the impact and noise the book made. Their cups shook and a few drops of their caffeine spilled.
‘OUCH! You can be a bit more gentle, you know?’
“What was that about, Halo?” Ryan looked at me worriedly, moving a piece of her stray, dyed cherry red hair away from her face. The wind was blowing harder, I failed to notice, and the napkins on the table were beginning to blow off.
I shrugged off the matter and tried to smile. Too bad my lips are too thin to show a curve or two. (It’s possible.) Joey shook her head and cupped my face.
“Is my poor baby, Halo having hallucinations again?” she cooed as I stared emotionless at her bright, emerald eyes. I shrugged once again as I sat unmoving.
Joey pouted as I continued staring at her. She picked up the book and looked at me confused.
“This was our book last year,” she remarked as she flipped through it. Ryan’s interest was sparked as she looked through it as well, probably reminiscing the old days.
“She’s rereading the book?” Ryan giggled as she moved closer to Joey.
I shrugged once again and picked up a sugar cube.
“Halo must be really bored with her life.”
I took another sugar cube and stacked it on top of the first.
“Oh my god! Look! It’s the doodle I made of our history teacher!”
I took another sugar cube and stacked that on top of the second.
“Yeah! She looked like such a witch. Not to mention the fact her pimples were infinite!”
I took another sugar cube and stacked that on top of the third, which was stacked on top of the second.
“Oh, I hated her SO much!”
I took another sugar cube and stacked that on top of the fourth, which was stacked on top of the third, which was stacked on top of the second.
“Uhm, Halo? What are you doing?” Joey’s voice interrupted my stacking. I looked back at her confused then shrugged again then took another sugar cube.
“I’m stacking sugar cubes, isn’t it obvious?” I replied while I stacked the sixth cube on top of the fifth.
Ryan rolled her eyes and went back to her coffee. Joey was intrigued with the History book. She took out a pen and started doodling once again. I stacked the seventh sugar cube on top of the sixth.
I’m still waiting for that twist.
Any comments on it so far? Then review:O