Post No. 8

Hello my darlings, I'm still alive. Barely.

The school year is off to a not so big bang. The sludge they drip into our brains about "God" is beginning to rot and smell quite foul to this Stranger. I miss the freedom of the Internet. I miss having companions whom I can actually talk to. School cuts into my time with my fellow Strangers, and I've begun to go quite mad. The useless flesh mounds at my school dull my senses and fail to capture my attention.

There is one boy who may have promise. He caught my eye in our creative writings class, I'd like to say it was because he wrote something incredible and Strange, but honestly, it was because he was shockingly attractive. (Come on now my lovelies, I may be Strange but I still have basic human thoughts!) Tall, thick wavy brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes, he had me stunned. Yet somehow I was the only one to notice him. All the other girls looked past him as soon as they saw the glasses, his huge backpack, and a well worn paperback clutched in his hand.

Me, being the socially awkward person that I am, said nothing, but luckily him being a studious nerd like myself, sat in the front row beside me. Upon closer inspection I realised the book in his hand was a journal, but to my dismay he looked up as I was studying him, causing me to turn bright red and snap my head back to the front of the room. He chuckled and shook his head, turning his eyes back to his journal.

I don't know what it is about him. Maybe its just because hes so attractive. But he's caught my interest. I want to know him. Oh dear. Is this love?

Creative Writing (don't bother reading)

Just a snipet I wrote out of boredom. Pay it no attention.

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I sat across the table from another vague acquaintance, someone I hardly knew who thought she knew me. She smiled and kept the sparse conversation going at a snails pace, telling me about any meaningless nonsense, simply so we wouldn't be sitting in silence. I nodded and continued to rip my sandwich into pieces, eating them one by one. The conversation meant nothing but it was welcome, being an outsider is not easy in this school.

The conversation was cut off by the loud tittering from the cluster of girls across the lunchroom who were all crammed around one table giggling over some pop culture magazine. I tapped my Chucks on the ground to an imaginary beat and looked at the group, profiling each of them in my mind. All the same. Nothing unique or interesting about them. I rolled my eyes and looked back to my lunch mate, a smirk sliding over my unglossed lips.

"Idiots," I muttered, my dark look burning into the backs of their bleached blonde heads, "probably fawning over some other pre-pubescent teenage boy."

The girl across the table giggled, and looked slightly more relaxed now that I had actually said something. Startled by the friendly sound I looked back to her, a hesitant smile on my lips. "You agree then?"

"Who wouldn't?" she smirked back, "We may have uniforms, but they take it to a new level. Matching hair, bags, oh look. matching nails!" she shook her head mockingly, "and its all fake! Fake hair, fake nails, fake tan, goodness. Someone should check the back of their necks for a 'Made in China' sticker."

A genuine smile stretched across my face as I appraised the girl, finding something I must have overlooked when I originally sat down. Finally someone with a molecule of intelligence! "I agree, maybe you aren't as big of a waste of space as I thought!"

She looked slightly taken aback and smiled uncertainly, "Er... thank you?"

I smiled, "I'm only kidding, oh, by the way, whats your name again?"

"Audrey," she replied with a smirk, "lovely memory you've got."

I smiled and shrugged "I'm working on it."