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Subject: UNTITLED....shortie for English

Author:
Chipmunk

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Date Posted: 18:23:44 01/30/02 Wed

okay, we're in the middle of studying about Edger Allen Poe. brilliant in some ways (Ex. he says to write story endings first, i agree, very good i think) but his writing was very deranged, brilliant but deranged. my task was to write a gothic shortie for English class using Poe's methods and a strong mood or feeling. in short, i needed to write a deranged, sad/depressing shortie. PLEASE let me know what you think of it.

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Everyone has at least one friend in the world, or so they think. You never know when or if a "friend" will be an enemy, just because of one major thing. I always thought I was lucky. I had some good close, friends. We never wanted what another one wanted, or fought over things for very long. Our youthful years before high school were great. I got phone calls every night and we passed the notebook all the time for notes. However, this first incident led to even more untrusting, bitter feelings.
"I thought you said you would stop this!" Sylvia exclaimed. I really had no idea what she was talking about. "You promised you'd stop all this and leave Angie alone!"
I was truly shocked. It never crossed my mind to go against my word. Just because Angelica, known as Angie to most of us, and I didn't get along didn't mean I'd go against my word. I wasn't even sure where she got the idea. "I don't know what you're talking about!" I insisted. I really didn't. By now class was starting. My world began to crumble as I listened to Sylvia and Liz discussed things they could do to punish me.
"We could take her down to the office."
"We could stop speaking to her."
"What about stop being friends?"
"Bury her under a tree?"
I couldn't take it anymore. I blocked out all the voices around me except the Spanish from the teacher. I remember very little more from that year. I suppose that's what depression does to you. Sometime that year I was accused of lying, talking behind people's backs and my best friend abandoned me, for good it seemed. That entire year, I was left alone to fend for myself socially. I stayed away from people, I wanted nothing to do with people and bean to write as a result of it to keep my sad, depressed mind off my problems. Summers were lonely but eventually most of my "friends" came running back, telling me they were sorry and stupid. Things got better and eventually went back to "normal," whatever normal is. I put the rumors of them wanting to kill me out of mind, they couldn't have been serious, probably only angry.
School started again and something remarkable happened. I met the best friend that I dreamed up. You know, that cool person that you dream of as a friend but doesn't seem to exist in real life? Well, Kym and I clicked like we'd known each other for years. Eventually I became friends with her boyfriend, Andrew, who later ended up her ex. Things were looking better.
A few months into the school year, I made a trip to Florida with many of my "friends." I had just gone through a serious rejection situation and it was still pretty fresh in my mind. I put it behind me though, determined to make the best of this trip. Only a slight hint of depression shown. That slight hint was visible to my "friends" though and they made a bigger deal out of it than it should have been.
"You've got to stop obsessing over him! It's only going to make yourself sick if you keep this up." Alice pointed out. "You can't be depressed and obsessed over him like this, it's not healthy." Here we go, I'm being told what I should be doing, who I should like and what I'm feeling.
"I'm not obsessing over him!" I exclaimed. "Just because I care about someone doesn't mean I'm obsessing over him!"
"You are. You need to stop this. You will make yourself sick. We're just looking out for you. We don't want you to get hurt." Liz tried to explain.
I couldn't believe this. My own friends were telling me who not to like and what to do. Pathetic. This is only going to turn me away, it's gonna turn us all way. After our argument, I stayed to myself again, occasionally conversing with my older cousin, who seemed to be the only one I could trust anymore not to tell me how to live my life. After that, I trusted very few. Everyone seemed distant now, more strange. The thoughts of my "friends" wanting to kill me came back into my mind and I began getting paranoid but Kym kept me as sane as possible for the rest of the year. I helped her through her problems; she helped me through mine. One of those, you lean on me, I'll lean on you sort of things.
Another summer went by and school started once again. The same friends stuck in there and Andrew became one of my closest friends. As we wen through another year of books, teachers, tests, homework, note notebooks and friends, something felt different. I was never sure what it was but then again, no one really did. As weeks went by, I noticed how close Andrew and I were getting and how distant Kym and I were getting. Liz and I just didn't see eye to eye anymore and neither did Alice and I. Sylvia seemed to disappear to another group of friends but occasionally came back to us. It was like everyone was deserting the other.
Things got crazy one day when the note notebook was passed again and the lengthy note inside was read. For the second time, my world crumbled and I was being told how to act and who to like. The fight went on for weeks and more and more people, in our small circle of friends, were dragged into the fight. I just stopped trusting people more and more as the fight wore on. Thoughts my "friends" had from before about killing me returned. Only this time, they started plotting it in more detail and more seriously. By the time the fight was said to be over, I was emotionally drained and scared. I didn't have anyone to turn to anymore and no one to trust and to top it off; my "friends" were plotting against me to end me. I lost Kym to Andrew again when they went back out. Being around them was like being the third wheel on a bike, useless.
I waited patiently and impatiently for the dreaded day to come, when my "friends" would finally gang up on me and just do what they had planed for so many years.
Then, one afternoon, when anyone else would least expect it, the day came. I knew it was coming though, I knew it all along.
"Hey, can you come into the room with us for a few minutes? We need to talk." Liz asked, smiling fakely. I groaned inside. Like I don't know what they're plotting to do. I played along though, and walked into a dark, damp, lonely, empty room. There was no light coming in the room except for the little light shinning through the doorway. Almost made you wonder why a room like this was in a school. But I noticed the black shades were closed and the lights were knocked out. Alice got ready to shut the door.
"I know what you are all planning to do." I stated boldly. Alice paused, now holding the door open a little more than half way, taking away some more of the little light left in the room. "But I'm on top of you all. And I'm going to finish it before you get the chance! I'm not going to let you do it!" I exclaimed. There was no way; I'd let them do me in.
"What are you talking about?" Liz asked from a dark corner of the room. Just by the fake sweet tone of her voice, I knew she was giving me another fake smile.
"I'm not going to let you do it!" I exclaimed again. I laughed madly and pulled a gun from under the belt of my jeans. "I'll do it myself!" I exclaimed.
The three girls in the room froze to where they stood. The gun shined slightly in the doorway light. "What are you doing?" Alice asked in fear. More than likely they thought I was going to do them in. ha! Never! And leave me alone in the world? No way!
"Do you honestly thing I would do anything to you? Even after what you've put me through? I don't think so. I wouldn't never do that because then I'd be left alone, alone."
A gunshot sounded through the dark room and a body fell to the ground, lifeless.

Copyright � 2002, Chipmunk (Kim)

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