|posted on 12-Dec-2001 11:20:01 PM by Lovesbitch|
|My new fanfic, came up with the idea for this when I was half asleep in Advance Algebra today, it's actually CC because I realized something. I actually am a dreamer (as well as being a true polarist). Best of both worlds in my opinion |
Anyways, this is hopefully going to be a long fanfic and rated R, like almost all my works (I have a potty mouth lol)
So, here it is. Please give feedback, I live for it.
By the way, if anyone noticed the title "The Fourth Level of Yr" is from the book I never promised you a rosegarden. You'll see why later
There are two of me.
I'm not talking about a twin.
I'm talking about two people that live in my head.
One is bright and cheerful, outgoing and popular.
The other, well, is not.
She's quiet and alone.
But most of all, she's empty. I can't feel anything when I'm her.
It's like I got split down the center when they were making me.
One moment I'll be having the time of my life, laughing and talking and the next...
The next minute I just want to get away, to lock myself in my room and be in darkness.
It's easy to hide from most people.
My parents and friends, they just think I'm moody or it's "that time of the month."
I never really let anyone get close enough to actually figure out there's something wrong with my head.
They wouldn't understand.
So that's why I hide it, hide her and pray no one finds out.
"Liz, you awake?" Maria asked, nodging me with pencil.
"Huh?" I asked, forcing my eyelids open.
"Class is over in five minutes," Maria said, motioning towards the clock.
"Thanks," I said, with a yawn. "Did I miss anything?"
"Not really. Mr. Jamestin was talking about his trip to Mexico last year," Maria answered, leaning back in her chair.
"Sorry I missed that," I muttered.
"Oh yeah, it was really interesting," she snirked.
"Couldn't you just picture Mr. Jamestin going to a nude beach?" I laughed.
"Maria, Liz may I ask what's so funny?" Mr. Jamestin demanded.
"Uh..," Maria mumbled.
"Gotta go, Mr. Jamestin. Can we talk about this tomorrow? I can't be late for modern lit, now can I?" I asked, dragging Maria out the door.
"There is a God," Maria laughed, as we walked down the hall.
"Either that or we've gotten on the good side of the devil," I said, stopping at our lockers.
"And how are my girl's?" Kyle asked, walking up behind us.
"Well rested," I answered, looking at his reflection in my locker mirror.
"Sleeping again in class? I'm proud," Kyle said, smiling.
"So, you's in the mood for greasy hamburgers?" I asked, slamming my locker.
"It's second hour," Maria pointed out.
"So? I'm all for greasy food goodness," Kyle said.
"Come on, Maria. We haven't skipped in forever," I argued, as we walked down the hall.
"We skipped last week," Maria pointed out.
"Okay, yeah we did but still...," I said, looking pleadingly at her.
"Fine," Maria gave in,
"Yeah," I said, throwing my arms around her.
"Oh, is the afternoon going to involve kinky lesbian sex? If so, I need to stop and get my video camera," Kyle joked.
"Prevert!" I laughed, hitting his arm.
"Come on, you losers," Maria said, leading the way out the door.
See, you can hardly tell I'm "different."
This is a good day, no 'empty' Liz here.
At least not yet.
Max will appear in the next section, for allyou dreamers out there.
Please give feedback, I write faster when people ask me to