Misplaced: Chapter 1
"Bro. Roof. Now." Bro had sent me another note. No way am I going up to the roof. I am staying right here and going to do nothing. Or something. Maybe something important. I hate it when Bro wants to fight. It usually means going to the hospital because I broke something or I have a bad cut. In addition, that meant making up a lie, and then telling said lie to yet another actually proper and responsible adult. I hated that part because they deserved the truth. Bro was the one who deserved the lies.
All the lies. All of them.
I hate it when I do that. Phrases just randomly pop up like that one and I get the feeling that they aren't original, even though I am sure that I haven't heard of it anytime. Yet I am positive that I its unoriginal. I don't read books, so I couldn't read it in one, and I, admittedly, don't have many friends, even if I am cool as fuck.
I don't have many friends due to an accident during elementary school, but now its high school and we just moved, not so I could go to a different school, but so that bro could have a better job. Now he is a regular DJ at this club, more money is coming home. Even with the extra cash, and more time bro can be at home, he isn't and there's hardly any food in the fridge. Who am I kidding? There never has been any food in the fridge ever. The fridge is being used for storing a pile of shitty swords. I'm actually surprised social services hasn't taken me away yet. I'm surprised that I'm still covering for his ass. I wouldn't be surprised if I ran away and he didn't notice. It would be a normal thing for him to do.
I could do that, but if bro does find out, he'll notice that something's up. And if bro would find out, there would be even more strafes on the rooftop, and my already slipping grades would slip even more. Not to mention it would mean running the risk of bro finding out that I was being bullied. Then he would look down on me and think I'm weak or some shit.
Sometimes I really do hate my life.
However, right now, the more important now is my computer. I have been getting this tingles every time I open my newest messaging application, pesterchum. I used have what ever everyone else had, but I decided it wasn't ironic enough. In other words, I was bullied on them.
Piiiiing. I quickly look aver to my computer. Someone with the handle of tentacleTherapist was bothering me, turntechGodhead. Who ever the person was, they wrote with purple. It wasn't a bad colour. I, of course, was using the colour of my biggest problem. The reason of which why I always wore sunglasses, no matter what time it was, whether inside or out. And not to mention the sudden excitement that I had.
(Note: TT=rose, tt=Dave)
-tentacleTherapist stared pestering turntechGodhead-
TT: Hello Dave
tt: ummm, who are you
TT: My name is Rose Lalonde
tt: not ringing any bells
TT: It's understandable that you don't remember me, my strange like for wizards and my hate of martinis.
tt: yeah… i maybe remember
tt: but not much and whatever i do remember is kinda hazy
TT: I moved away to New York in the second grade and I promised to contact each other in the future even though neither of us knew how to operate a computer nor did we have a phones
tt: hmmm i cant remember you at all
TT: I was bullied because of my hair, my interests and my eyes. Your eyes are as strange as mine are but you hide behind a pair of "ironically" cool pair of stupid anime shades that used to belong to your bro
tt: WAIT I REMEMBER YOU NOW
TT: Ah, good I was hoping that by saying that I would trigger some of your memories
tt: so what are you up to now days
tt: same as usual you know knitting reading large books and the likes?
TT: Yes to all of that, but I have added psychology to my growing list of interests
TT: What about you? Still rapping and learning to DJ?
tt: learned how to DJ a million years ago and yeah my relationship which is great because if I had to spend that time with Bro nowadays id go insane
TT: That is really quite too bad. Pleases tell me about it
tt: This isn't the lalonde I know
tt: who are you and what did you do with the cool cold and mysterious rose lalonde I used to know
TT: I simply offering to listen to rant for a while so that I can psychoanalyse you
tt: oh there she is
tt: that is definitely the rose lalonde that I know
tt: so how is school for you
TT: It's much better. I switched to a private school once I moved. Everyone's much nicer there. But that's not the point. You changed the subject. Now tell me, how is school?
tt: perfectly fine
tt: everyone recognizes me as their natural cool kid and they bow down and kiss
the ground that I tread on
TT: I see that you still have your personality disorder is still intact
tt: i have a personality disorder
tt: since when
TT: Since I remember you
TT: Which is strange in its self because I had the sudden urge to hack several computers after learning the appropriate codes, which I did and that led me here.
tt: miss lalonde youre one scary chick
TT: And you're one awesome cool kid
tt: you know it
tt: so is your mom a still crazy alcoholic cleaning mom as she should be
tt: earth to rose
tt: seriously rose I remember you as a flighty broad but this is definitely pushing it
tt: seriously don't make me break out some seriously badass raps
tt: fuck it maybe ill just draw some shit
TT: Sorry, but I was talking to another friend of mine over the internet. Also, I am not a flighty broad. And if I am a flighty broad what would that make you?
TT: I told my friend about you and she is very eager to talk to you.
-gardenGnostic started pestering turnTechgod-
tt: sup so your roses bf huh
GG: yep, thats me! so youre the cool kid that rose talks about finding sometimes! :)
tt: yep im the cool kid
tt: the cool kid is me
GG: you know what? i think that its fate that we talk!
tt: hm really now
GG: yep! i bet that its going to be super important someday
tt: if you really think so
tt: so do you and rose go to the same school
GG: nope. i met her when I was visiting new york with my grandpa! it was super fun meeting her and seeing new york! :)
tt: so where do you live
GG: on an island off the east coast :)
tt: cool do you live with your grandpa in some sort of resort or something like that
GG: i used to live here with my grandpa, but he died :(
tt: that must suck
tt: at least there are other people there with you
GG: well, not including my dog, im alone. but im fine. my dog takes good care of
tt: oh sorry to bring up the subject
tt: i have to go now
tt: it was nice talking to you I guess
tt: whats your name
GG: oh, how silly of me. i forgot to tell you my name. next thing i know ill have forgotten that i fell asleep
GG: my names jade harley!
tt: nice to meet you then
-turnTechgod stopped pestering gardenGnostic -
tt: night rose
TT: Good. Isn't it twelve o'clock there?
tt: almost so night
-turnTechgod stopped pestering tentacleTherapist-
While it's true that it was twelve and a school night, I stopped talking to them because it was somewhat unnerving talking to people for long periods of time without them mocking me. I guess I just have to get used to talking to people who don't hate my guts because I'm a freak. A freak with fucking red eyes.
With that lovely thought and the memories of the past crowding my mind, I fell asleep.
Authors note: Sorry if they are slightly out of character. Its my first time writing fanfiction ever, so it might suck.