[Part 10] Ode To The Big Screen

Haha. Hello again. Sorry.

I've had this part on Quizilla since... *looks*... Dec. 31... Wow... that's a long time. Lmao. Sorry.


Well, here you go.

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"My parent's anniversary!"

"Oh!! Shit..." he said, putting the palm of his hand to his forehead.

"Does that mean you have nothing planned?" We always did something on my parent's anniversary, since they would be gone the whole day and the house would be empty, even when George was still living with us.

He grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes. "How about... we go see a movie."

I started laughing. "Sure. But what about the rest of the day. Our little date can't last until tomorrow morning."

"What if it can?" he said, still holding my hands. I raised an eyebrow. His eyes widened, "NO!! Not like that!"

"You are sick."

"No, you are. I didn't even think of it like that."

"So? You were the one who said it in the first place."

Mike let go of me, smiling, and started to walk away. A few steps forward and he looked back at me. "Well? Are you coming or not?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly, "Fine!" I walked towards him and when I finally caught up, we walked together as his arm was lightly wrapped around my waist. "So? What movie?" Mike thought for a moment, "Umm, we'll see."

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At the movie theater, Mike had me put some of the junk in his car into the trash as he was getting the tickets. I walked back over to him, finding that he already bought the tickets. "So? What is it?"

He grinned. "It's a surprise."

I rolled my eyes. He was like that a lot. We grabbed seats and Mike got some Coke and a big bag of popcorn for us to share. We munched on the popcorn as the trailers were playing. When the movie finally started, I felt a smile forcing to show on my face. I shook my head, silently laughing to myself. The opening scene gave away the movie... it was The Ring 2.

Mike must've noticed I was smiling. "What?" he whispered.

"You realize this is the sequel to one of my favorite movies?"

"Well, yeah. I told you it was a surprise, didn't I?" He grinned.

"Hey," said the guy sitting behind us leaning forward, his voice hoarse and scratchy, "If you two don't shut up, I'll make you." We both tried our best not to crack up then.

I watched the movie with much interest, although noticing that Mike would glance at me now and then. When the audience would scream or make weird noises, I would laugh at their reaction. The first movie was scarier than this.

The girl sitting close to me, around 12, I believe, screamed and I felt something touch my hand. After five months of going out, he was still afraid if it was the right choice to touch me or not. I looked at his hand slightly touching mine, then up at Mike to meet his eyes. His blue eyes were reflecting the images from the screen. My own hand slowly moved on top of his as our lips touched. We broke apart and exchanged smiles.
Later, we walked out of the cinema, hand in hand. We stood by the wall outside, waiting for the place to clear before we would head back home. I held my coat closer to me as a strong breeze blew by.

"Are you cold?" asked Mike, looking at me.

I shook my head, "No, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

I nodded, still looking up at him, since he was at least half a foot taller than me. He leaned down and my eyes instinctively closed by themselves as we kissed. Mike added some tongue into it, wrapping his arms around me. I could've melted in his arms then. I always felt so warm and safe when he held me.

I removed my lips from his, and looked at the ground, smiling widely. I looked at the sky. It was overcast and just past sunset. I took a deep breath, feeling revived by the fresh air. Another breeze swept past.

Mike let go of me and grabbed my hand once more. I felt cold where his arms had left. We walked over to his car and got in, driving to his house.

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I wrote this part WAY back when Ring 2 came out in theaters. Yes, that WAS a looooooong time ago, indeed.


I only decided to get this out, as I started downloading music (legally, mind you) when I was supposed to be on google trying to start the extended research thingy for Health, so I just might as well do this, as it takes up less... work from the computer (compared to a game) as I waited for it to download. I've already downloaded "Ex's And Oh's" by Atreyu, then I decided to look for another song, and I discovered I overlooked "I'm So Sick" by Flyleaf (a metal-ish band with a female singer), so obviously, I had to get that. And I've got 3 min. left until it's done... so yeah.

I have NO clue when I'll get the next part out. But I'm absolutely POSITIVE I'll get more than a few parts out during summer vacation, so you might have to wait until then. School get's out June 23, just so you can mark your calendar.


I don't get enough messages/comments off of this story.

OH!!! That reminds me! I wrote a story (If Words Could Kill), and it's like the FIRST story I've finished off my own time (aka not for school or a contest), so it's kinda like a short story, I guess. Or a mini-movel. But it's seriously good. It's a sort of bang, bang, bang, it's over, but I LOVED writing it.

It's about a girl in the Elizabethan times (I started writing it while we were reading Romeo and Juliet in class and finished it... possibly when we were reading Midsummer Night's Dream... possibly...) who is born into a rich family. Her name is Lisha. She's 15. And she gets a new servant that is slightly older than her. And guess what? He's cute. Duh. And then... stuff happens. Everything gets worse and worse.

But yeah, I loved and still love it. It does need editing, but I'll do that as I type it up. You MIGHT be seeing it on this blog, but I just might make a new one for it, even though it's short. But since There's Nothing Left To Do might be quite long (not sure), it might be a good idea for them to be separate... So yeah.



Freaky... I actually feel like working on stuff....

[Part 9] Normal?

WOOHOOOO!! I know what you're thinking: "Damnit, woman! What took you so long!"

Haha, it's a funny story actually.... well... not really. School is hell. I stayed far away from this story as possible, because I found it VERY odd how things I had written were coming to life, and I really wasn't in the mood to talk about the thing I dreaded: school. 8th grade is heaven compared to this, I would do anything to relive that time again (which might be why I've been reading all the posts I've written in my blog... it's kinda sad, really, the way I'm acting. I'll explain the "what I wrote came to life" thing later.... AFTER you read this part. *It's very interesting, so start reading!*

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I couldn't believe that he actually loved me. What could I say…? I was speechless. It turned out that Mike had Ben and Kate turn on the song when the two of us were alone together. Mike figured it was romantic and was the best way to tell me his feelings.

Mike broke up with Beth the next day. He finally believed Beth was using him about an hour after they broke up. I'll just say that he passed Beth and Jerry making out by his locker. "I TOLD you she was a slut!!" I said to him. "Damnit…" when those words passed his lips, he banged his head against the wall, purposely.

I visited my parents a few times when they were still in the hospital. Even though my father was free to go, he stayed by my mom day and night. So I was pretty much home alone. My dad believed that I wouldn’t do "it" again… but he said that I wasn't one that would do it, period. I never thought he really cared about me. He was so blind and only cared for my mom. My mom on the other hand, cared for me too much. She'd believe that I was doing all sorts of stuff when I wasn't (like sex and drugs). She'd ask too many questions and often wouldn't leave me alone.

So many times I felt like running away… but where to? Would my parents even notice? If they did, how would they react? I could've done it then… when they're still in the hospital… but I couldn't get myself to do it. I don't know what held me back, but I didn't question it.

I got new bed sheets since the blood stain wasn't going to come out anytime soon, and since the sheets were black, the blood looked ugly on it and stood out defiantly.

My friends were always on my back since then. It was really strange at first, but within a few days, I got used to it. They didn't make me go to the counselor; they just told me that I could go to one if I wanted to. Of all the counselors I went to, I never liked any of them. They all acted like they themselves were perfect and were trying to get me to be like everyone else. What they would call "normal". I planned to not try to commit suicide for a while, since the only reason I did do it the last time was because I feared Mike didn't like me, even as a friend, and all hope was lost. But now I knew the truth, and was actually the happiest I had been in my entire life.


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SORRY it was so short... SORRY! I DO actually have a black comforter now... heh. I actually do call school "hell's paradise" now.... well, in my head I do. And if you're confused by that, it doesn't mean that it's *better* than hell, it's worse.... kinda like how "heaven's paradise" would be the opposite, get it? Yesterday, I decided to check on this story, and I started editing it like a madman, and while I was reading, I hit me like a bag of bricks about Mike.... Because of school, I know a person who goes by the name "Mike" and I USED to have the slightest crush on him... that was better I discovered that he is like a toddler in very tall, and cute, guy's body... it's real scary, so yeah. That fact freaked me out. Oh, and I'm guessing Miguel is the Spanish form of Michael, so when I call him Micky, I'm calling him Mikey, so basically, I talk to a spanish form of Mike nearly everyday.... yes, freaky, I know....

Britt and Cara, I'm not gonna send you guys the upcoming parts anymore.... well, I WILL send you a certain part, cuz I'm not sure if I should change it or not, so yeah.

While I was reading/editing the rest of this story (that I've written) today, I read an upcoming part that *I* wrote.... yes, I suprisingly wrote this WHOLE thing.... I started crying, and got the shit scared out of me...... YEP!! My *own* writing was very emotional. I LOVE that part, and so I got this part out cuz I want you guys to read that certain part as SOON as is possible (which, by the way, WON'T be today, or EVEN tomorrow, so bear with me).

[Part 8] Demolition Lovers

You know that whole "I'm gonna get my laptop back in 2 weeks?" NOT gonna happen. After the 2 week mark hit, and we STILL hadn't got any calls (me thinking that something terrible happened and they didn't want to tell us), my dad called them. After he hung, he told me the WHOLE story.... in short; 2 MORE weeks, cuz they had to send it to the Toshiba place, and because of stupid 4th of July (I don't entirely mean that....) they have to delay sending it back and such, and it drives me nuts. It's Toshiba's fault they have a design error... cause what happened shouldn't really happen. I treated my laptop like it was glass... a fragile crown... or something else that you take care of so carefully. I once had a dream that my life was attached to my laptop; I was dying quickly because the laptop's battery was dying at the same rate I was.... it was a weird dream, I'll tell ya that.

So once again, I'm copying from emails. ^_^

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"Sera...?" I heard Mike say. I stood straight up, staring at the ground. I didn't want to show signs that I was crying, so I wiped away my fallen tears.

"Why are you crying?" I could see his feet and knew that he was just a few feet away from me.

"No reason… I just need fresh air," and with that, I got on both feet and headed to the door.

Mike followed me, "That's a good idea."

I wanted to be alone, but I didn't say anything. It didn't seem like the thing to do since it seemed he didn't want me to be alone, even if it was to recollect my thoughts and feelings. Outside, it was slightly cold. The fall wind was blowing around fallen leaves everywhere. I just stood there, on the porch, looking out at the leaves that were following the path of the wind. I closed my eyes, taking in all the sounds and feels of autumn.

"Sera?" Mike said behind me softly. Although it was quiet, it startled me, being so different from the other sounds around me.

I opened my eyes, still not looking at him. "What?" I whispered, trying to blend it into the other soft sounds. I
could hear and feel Mike getting closer to me.

"Do you really love me?" I could almost feel his breath on my neck. My back tingled since I could feel that his presence was so close.

"I… I don't want to talk about it," I looked at the ground, trying to avoid Mike's eyes as I turned around, walking past him to go inside.

"Wait," he said, grabbing my arm. I stopped in my tracks, still refusing to look at him in the eye. He spun me around, so I was facing him. He put a gentle hand under my chin and made me look up at him. I tear escaped my eye then. He removed his hand, almost as if he knew I wasn't going to run away, and wiped away the tear. Sometimes I hate how he knows me so well.

We just looked at each other. I felt slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, but I held my ground. Then he started to say something in a whisper, "Sera, I-I… need to tell you something."

"What is it?" There was a pause until I heard music coming from my room. It was one of my favorite songs of all time, "Demolition Lovers" by My Chemical Romance.

"Hand in mine, into your icy blues. And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway. With this trunk of ammunition, too. I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets. I'm trying, I'm trying. To let you know just how much you mean to me. And after all the things we put each other through and I would drive on to the end with you. A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full. And I feel like there's nothing left to do. But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running. But this time, I mean it. I'll let you know just how much you mean to me. As snow falls on desert sky, Until the end of everything. I'm trying, I'm trying. To let you know how much you mean. As days fade, and nights grow, And we go cold. Until the end, until this pool of blood. Until this, I mean this, I mean this. Until the end of... I'm trying, I'm trying, To let you know how much you mean. As days fade, and nights grow. And we go cold. But this time, we'll show them. We'll show them all how much we mean. As snow falls on desert sky. Until the end of every..."

We were still looking at each other. My eyes were tearing up from the song. It always reminded me of my feelings for Mike. I was about to open my mouth when Mike's lips crushed into mine.

"...All we are, all we are. Is bullets I mean this. All we are, all we are. Is bullets I mean this. All we are, all we are. Is bullets I mean this. All we are, all we are. Is bullets I mean this..."

Mike broke the kiss, "Sera… I love you, too."

I grinned, my eyes still watery from the lyrics. I buried my head in his chest, silent tears falling. His arms wrapped around me. It started to rain on us.

"...As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms. Forever, forever. Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning. Forever, and ever. Know how much I want to show you you're the only one. Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun. And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood. And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down. And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down. I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood. I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever..."



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This part is so much better when you're actually listening to "Demolition Lovers" as you read it. It puts more to the story than the lyrics alone can. I've been trying to find a music code for the song, but no success yet. And I'm going to try to learn how to make my own codes... but I kept forgetting ^_^;;;

I can't believe this.... Tomorrow I'm going to get surgery to get this... thing on my forehead OFF. Then I'll have to live with stiches and a puzzled/devish look for a while. I'm so not going into public..... *sigh* Wish me luck, peoples!!!

[Part 7] Home

A few hours later, I got the permission to go see my parents. My dad had a broken leg and a few broken ribs. He also had a slightly bloody bandage wrapped around his head. My mother… wasn't so lucky. She broke her arm in two places along with some fingers and a leg. She had head trauma and was either sleeping or still unconscious when I stopped by. I talked a bit with my father, telling him that I was just fine since Mike saved me. I wasn't too proud of it, but it was true. My "knight in shining armor" saved me from my near death experience.

I didn't stay in the hospital much longer. I always hated hospitals. It felt so… diseased and unnatural. I walked with Mike, Ben, Dave, and Kate back home, while Helen stayed with my parents. We walked into my room and it reminded me of what happened earlier this afternoon (it was about 11pm now). Mike went immediately to my bed and grabbed my pocket knife.

"I'm keeping this," he said confidently.

"We need to clean your bed sheets. Geez, that's a lot of blood. You could've done it in a bathroom at least." Kate said.

I didn't say anything in return. I didn't want to... I couldn't.

Everything was almost exactly as I left it. "Missing" was the last track in the cd, so my stereo wasn't playing any music. My lamp was still on, my cd's were stashed everywhere, and my window was still open. The only thing different was my bed sheets. Yeah, they were covered in blood, but they were also messed up. I guess Mike did that when he was taking me to the hospital. I let my friends invade my room as I leaned forwards against the living room wall, crying, regretting I had done it in the first place if I was to live.


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Whoa.... that's REAL short. I copied this off of the email, so it doesn't have the same content as the one on my laptop... but since I can't access it ='( ANYWAY, I felt sorry for you guys not having anything new, so I thought I'd give you guys a treat that I could actually provide ^_^;

Quizilla!

Hey guys!! I have a Quizilla! account now (YAY!!!)!!! So far I have posted the info (which you people should definately read), and the first two parts. I'm not getting much feedback, since people only find my links on the Recently Added list. Here's the link!!! On the quizzes it shows my brand new email account especially for fans of my writing ^_^ HOPE YOU GO CHECK IT OUT!!!!!

Censoring

I'm not even going to bother with censoring words anymore. Why? Because it takes time finding the words and censoring them, as I don't do it while I write the paper. The stars just look wrong. I don't like stars in my writing. Also, because when I do censor them, I miss words that I should censor. I don't want to look at the page and go "D'oh!! I missed another one!" I'm going to uncensor the words, because, once again, the stars look wrong. I like WORDS uncensored (words, people.... get your heads out of the gutter!!!), for some reason. It just looks better without all the weird symbols in the writing. OK?! Is that fine with you people? If you have a problem with the profanity, then you shouldn't be reading this story at all. Seriously, people.


ALSO, I would REALLY like it if people told me what they think of the story. So far, anyway. I want to know what needs work, what I should change... things like that. PLEASE COMMENT PEOPLES!!!!

[Part 6] White Walls

I heard voices around me. Talking about… nonsense. My head was pounding and I could tell I was in a very bright room… I wasn't dead. Was I in a hospital? I groaned and opened my eyes to see Mike standing next to me. I blinked many times, the lights weren't helping with my headache at all. He smiled when I looked at him. My eyes got watery… why didn't he just let me die?

"She's awake!" I heard Dave yell at the top of his lungs.

"Dave…. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I moaned, putting my hand on my forehead. Mike smiled wider, showing off some of his teeth.

The doctor (or what seemed to be the doctor) walked to the other side of my hospital bed. "I guess she's fine now, right?" he said, looking over to Mike. After a few seconds, Mike realized the doctor was talking to him and looked at the doctor as he spoke, "Uh, yea, she's always like that," he turned back to me with a saddened face, making me feel uncomfortable.

Helen appeared by Mike’s side, her eyes red from crying. "Sera, don't you ever do that again! I almost passed out when I heard what happened. I was so fucking worried!"

I gave her a sympathetic look, "It's okay, Helen, I won't do it again. Who else is here?" I asked.

"Well, you know me, Dave, and Helen are here, I'm guessing," said Mike, "Ben and Kate are here too, but I think they went to go get snacks…" he looked over to Dave who nodded.

"W-what about my parents?" I asked, worried. I never considered what would've happened if I lived. Mike looked down at the bed sheets, trying to straighten them with his hand. Helen looked away quickly. "What happened?!"

The doctor cleared his throat. "Um, well, your parents were in a car crash on their way here…"

"AND?!" I felt sorry for the doctor, he probably had to give bad news to people everyday. I guess I wasn't really helping.

He took a deep breath before continuing, "Well, neither of them are dead. That's the good news." He spoke those words quickly, wanting to get over it faster, I believe, or just because I put him under the pressure to tell me.

I took a deep breath, calming myself. I looked at the wound that caused my parents to crash. It was stitched up. I didn't realize I cut in that deep. It was also still raw… but no longer bleeding, as if they just took the bandage off right before I woke up.

"Mike," I said quietly.

"Huh?" he said, bringing new attention to me.

"…Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you save me?" I said, still looking at the wound.

"I couldn’t just watch you die, Sera. I care about you too much. You're my friend, and friends look after each other," I lowered my head, thinking.

"NO!! It's my chocolate!" yelled Kate as she opened the door. Every head in the room turned at looked at her and Ben walking in with the snacks they got. She looked around, "Heh, sorry."

Ben looked at Kate then to the rest of us, seeing me laying there. "Oh! Sera, you're awake!" He ran over to me with Kate on his tail.

"Hey, guys," I said softly.

"How are you feeling?" asked Ben.

"Uh, I'm okay. I'm still kinda woozy, but I have a really bad headache."

"I'm sorry," said Kate, eating her chocolate, "Hey, want some chocolate?" she handed me one of her candy bars that wasn't open.

"Sure!" I said, smiling and grabbing it immediately.

"Hey!" Ben said, looking at his girlfriend.

"What?" Kate said, shrugging.

"How come Sera gets chocolate and I don't?"

"Because you, my friend, didn't pass out from self-mutilation."

Ben looked at the ground, "That's true…" he whispered.


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ok, Megan is tired! She just watched Pirates of the Carribean and almost fell asleep during it. I don't know why I speak in third person sometimes... I just do. Well, night people! And really bad eggs.... k, I'm done

[Part 5] Silent Tears and Bloody Fears

WARNING!! Violence... and stuff. Just warning you...

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So, he knew. Mike finally knew my secret, even though I didn't tell him in the way I wanted to. The wind seemed quieter, the world seemed deader, the forest felt as if it was closing in on me…. I thought there was supposed to be happiness and fireworks when someone declared their love for another. But I guess it wasn't meant to be. I've shed too many tears to give up, but then again, maybe I have cried too much that I need to give up.

I quietly walked to the swing set and slung my backpack over my back. I made my slow walk home, crying silently, eyes on the ground. When I got home, I ran to my room and slammed the door closed, putting on loud music to drown my thoughts. I laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I thought he was the one. I thought he would always be there for the rest of my life… I guess your life can never be planned out. So many detours, closed roads, traffic, and delays.

After a half hour or so, there was a knock on my door. I was surprised I heard it over the music that was blasting in my ears. I ignored it as I usually did. "Sera?" I couldn’t tell who the speaker was over the music, so I just laid there, not caring about anything. "Sera, I’m coming in, so I hope you’re decent." I'm never "decent"… I heard the knob jiggle. "The fuck, Sera?" I locked the door, which I barely ever do.

I sat up, sighing, and reached over to my nightstand where a pocket knife could be found. I grasped it tight in my shaky hands, tears silently flowing. I rolled up the sleeve of my hoodie, which I hadn't taken off yet, and looked at the pale skin underneath it. It showed scars of my other life events. I opened the pocket knife to expose the sharp knife that saved my life so many times. "Sera!! Open the fucking door!" I got off of my bed and changed the song on the stereo, knowing now the person on the other side of the door was Mike. I didn't care.

–"Please, please forgive me. But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll have woke up, and barely conscious, you'll say to no one: 'Isn't something missing?' You won’t cry for my absence, I know- you forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant? Am I so insignificant? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?..."-

"Holy fuck, Sera!! I know this is your suicidal song!" Mike said, banging on the door with his fists.

I sat on my bed, still grasping the knife, singing along with Amy Lee, as tears still slid down my cheeks. I took my pocket knife and slowly put the edge to my exposed wrist. I put more force on it and I felt a shot of pain. Blood was staining the knife as it escaped my wound. It felt good and took my pain away. The red blood mixed with fallen tears slid off my wrist, forever staining my bed. I never cut in this deep before. Mike was still hitting on the door as I grew light-headed.

Mike finally burst the door open as "Missing" was ending. Who knows how he got in, I didn't care. I was as good as dead anyway. "Sera!" Mike yelled as I blacked out, his voice echoing in my mind.


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Wow, I never realized how short that was ^_^. Yes, I know I'm evil *big grin*. Oh, and for those of you who DON'T know, Sera is NOT dead!

[Part 4] The Truth

But we were too slow. The bell rang. We ran together into math and sat down. Mike, I noticed was in the front, even though Beth wasn’t even in this class. Was he avoiding me? We couldn't find him during lunch or in between classes. For the past week, I had found this somewhat good, but now, I couldn't stand it. I needed to see him. Sort this thing all out. Then I remembered what Mike had said in the morning: "I'll tell you after school." When the bell rang, signally the end of another school day and the beginning of a weekend, I went on the front grounds, just waiting for something to happen.

I stood by a pole, leaning on it, and waiting for Mike, I guess. I couldn't believe after all these years being friends, he would just ignore me. He was always there for me. Taking the blame, getting hurt, making me laugh, comforting me when my sister died, everything. We did everything together, and now, because of this Beth person, that's all changed.

"BOO!" yelled a voice in my ear.

I turned to Mike, "Dude, that doesn't work anymore in a big loud crowd."

He lowered his head, as if defeated. He looked back to me after a while. "So, you remembered…. Uh, wanna take a walk?"

It was Friday, I didn't care what would happen, "Well, sure, I guess."

As we walked I could still feel that knot in my stomach. We didn't talk much either. Until I finally said, "What were you going to tell me?" without looking at him.

There was a pause for a bit, then he said "Well, the other guys said I should talk to you, since, we really haven’t talked." More silence. We came upon the park. I sat on a swing, holding on to the chains, and keeping my feet off the ground for no real reason at all. "That's what I'm sorry about, mainly. That I haven't talked to you. Ignoring my best friends to be with Beth."

I looked at my feet. I was amazed how the whole world seemed deserted, especially the park. It was usually occupied by a few kids, but not today. I decided to break the eerie silence. "I hate her…"

"I kinda figured that, Sera."

"She's a fucking whore… what do you see in her?" I said, my eyes still focused on the black shoes I bought.

"No, she's not. She's really nice and funny."

"Oh, and that's it?" I said, my anger rising. I finally looked up. He was leaning against a bar that kept the swing set up, looking straight at me. I could see both of our backpacks by him.

"Sera, I know you hate her… but, you don't understand my feelings toward her."

"Well, I guess not!" I stood up, "But you haven't heard her around her friends without you. They talk shit about you, and she gets in the conversation, she doesn't defend you." Mike's eyes were filled with confusion. "The rest of us, your friends, don't like her. Can't you just agree with us for once? We all want you to dump her, for your own good. We don't want anything bad to happen to you." My eyes were tearing up, and there was nothing I could do about it. "Why are you doing this to all of us? We are scattered without you in the group. We need you." Tears were consuming me, my voice sobbing.

"Sera…" I could barely see him through the tears. He was getting nearer. "Don't cry."

I slapped away the hand he was putting on my shoulder and ran. I wiped away tears as the wind blew past me. I ran and ran until I collapsed in the forest by the park, next to the river. The area was also, strangely empty.

"Sera!" Mike was following me. I just sat there looking down at the rapids. I had a great urge to just jump and end it all, even though I knew the jump or fall wouldn't kill me… the river was only five feet away, "Sera…" My tears flowed like the river I watched. "Are you okay?"

I looked at him with my sad eyes as he sat next to me. "No," I simply said.

"Why are you crying?"

"W-why do you think?"

"Come on, tell me." He said, wiping away some of my fallen tears.

"I'm crying because—" I was overwhelmed by tears and stopped.

"Because what, Sera? The guys wanted me to talk to you… just tell me…"

I looked in his eyes, even though everything was still slightly blurry, "Because of you, Mike… it's all your fault."

I could tell he had a surprised expression on his face. "W-what's my fault?"

I stood up, trying to get some of my confidence back, "It's your fault that I love you. I fucking love you and you haven't even noticed… you just ignore me, and—" I walked away, not wanting to say anything more. I headed back top the swing set to get my backpack and just go home.



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Sorry, it took longer than I suspected to get out... I was busy with other stuff. But I did get it out in less than a week, right? I feel that Sera should tell him in a different way... but I duno... sort of like when Mike asks Sera if she's okay, she would give a sarcastic answer, but I duno where to go from there.... ='( sad, I know.

[Part 3] The Notebook

I wasn't sure if I should've gone to school the next day, but I did. I didn't want people worrying about me… even if it would only be in my tight circle of friends. "Hey, Sera!" I turned around. "How are you doing today? Feeling better?" It was Dave, one of my close friends. He was kind of perverted, but I've gotten somewhat used to it.

"Yes, Dave, I'm fine," I said, walking past him. He then took the chance to pinch my butt. I grabbed his arm immediately and started twisting it. I let go and hit him with my backpack. "Dave! You are such a fucking perv!!"

"It's nice of you to notice," Dave said, bowing. His green eyes never leaving my blue ones. His dark hair was all messed up now, well, more than usual, since I swung my backpack at him.

I turned around and continued walking, away from Dave as a smile tugged at my mouth. He was pretty cool if you forget about the fact that he's a total pervert. I looked back and noticed he was hitting on one of the cheerleaders. She smacked him and walked away quickly. I saw him grin before I ran into someone.

I hit the ground as papers flew everywhere. "The fudge?" I moaned, rubbing my head.

"I'm sorry about that, really," the voice I know all too well said. I knew who it was before I looked at them. They held out a hand and I grabbed it, so they could pull me up.

"I'm sorry, Mike, I-I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going."

"No, I'm sorry about… everything."

I looked into his hazel eyes, searching for something; anything, "W-what?"

Mike sighed. "I'll tell you after school. See ya later, Sera."

And so he went, he didn't even bother to help pick up the papers. I picked them up, looking at each. Then I spotted a drawing, one that I had made. The one of Mike I drew yesterday. "But…" I started. My eyes went wide, and I searched my backpack for my notebook. It wasn't there. I must've left it at school yesterday! Holy fucking SHIT!!

I started searching for Helen. Where was my freaking notebook? The bell rang and I groaned in annoyance. Another day in Hell’s paradise.

I usually sat next to Mike in Homeroom, but today, as it's been for the past week, the seat to my right was empty. I sighed, both glad and sad at the same time that he wasn't there. I wanted answers, but my heart was shattered. I stared out the window, wishing my feelings could just fly out it and go away, so far away that I won't meet with them again.

"Daydreaming again, Miss Lander?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Ms. Fern a few feet away. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, "Uh, sorry Ms. Fern, I was just l-looking at the birds," I said, uncomfortably.

She kept staring at me with her old, cold, grey eyes. "Sure. Yesterday the clouds, today the birds. Pay attention, Miss Lander." There were a few snickers from the class and then Ms. Fern went back to the front of the room. Many people's eyes were still on me, including Mike's. The knot in my stomach tightened and I paid attention to my eerily interesting hands. Hmm… I need to cut my fingernails again…

I caught Helen in the hall between classes about an hour later. "Helen," I said walking up to her. She was at her locker, her back to me.

"Oh, hey, Sera," she said, turning to me, "Feeling better? I couldn't find you this morning—"

"Helen," I cut her off, "where is my notebook?"

"Your notebook? Oh yea, I noticed you left your notebook behind, so I grabbed it—"

"And? Where is it?"

She continued like I didn’t interrupt her. "The next class, Chem., Mike asked me were you were, and I told him you went home sick. He noticed I had your notebook and said that he wanted to look through it during class. I said sure, and gave it to him, since chemistry is kinda boring, especially yesterday's lesson."

I grabbed her shoulders and shook her, "But where is my fucking notebook?"

"Mike has it."

"SHIT!"

"What?"

"Yesterday during lunch, I drew a picture of him in it… I ran into him this morning and he dropped that drawing!"

Helen's eyes went wide. “We have to find him."

"Uh, YEAH!!"



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I'm SORRY it took so long.... I'll get the next part up in a few days, I PROMISE!!!


OK!! PEOPLE!! gather.... gather here.... and listen to me ramble on... about nonsense and such. I am holding a "contest", if you please. The objective is to find out why/how/or where I found/figured out that the title (There's Nothing Left to Do) is such. First person to get it correct gets something very special. ^_^ good luck