Old fanfics I did
I did them for a school assignment a while back, so they have a bunch of grammar and spelling mistakes...please dont judge me (^///^)
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~Last Friday Night~
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Part 1
(warning, cursing, vulgar language, mentions of assault, harassment, drug usage,)
"The Friday the 13th party at one of my friends' houses. We all had to be there by 8 pm. It's going to be a hell of a party, Nora. Wanna come?" My sister, Rue, asked. A big smile spreads across her face, but I can notice that mischievous glint in her dark brown eyes.
At first, I was taken aback. She never asked me to go on, in her words, 'Super awesome kickass parties.'
My dad always warned me that these parties are filled with druggies and sex addicts...and Rue didn't sugarcoat that either.
She always talked about all the 'pixie dust' at the parties and how it always made her gag from the smell.
I looked in her eyes as she squeezed both of my hands with her own sweaty ones. I take a deep breath, a nervous breath in, my mouth dry, as I feel my *anxiety* spike up.
"Rue...I-i'm not sure..if I should go. I really got studying to do," I half lied, my eyes wandering away from her beaming ones. I know lying is very bad, and I will pray to forgive that white lie...But I don't want to make her disappointed because I don't want to go.
Rue looks at me for a bit, with an almost puzzled look, before she brings out her puppy eyes. Darn it.
"Pretty please, can you come with me?
I promise you it's a normal party!
It's sort of a high school reunion thing for our 5th anniversary! Well...my 5th anniversary! Plus, you’re the perfect person to bring! I promise it's going to be a normal, elegant party!"
She pleaded, getting her knees as she begged. Sometimes I wonder how I fall for this 23-year-old woman's tricks.
But at last...I cave in.
"Fine. I'll go. But I'm leaving at 10 pm, or if I feel uncomfortable, okay?"
"Got it! After all, Nora, it's just a party."
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8:13pm, Friday 13-
Kuna’s pov:
I sit on my couch, as I take a drag from my cigarette, some bitch is clinging to my ass, talking about something I couldn't give two shits about. How fucking annoying.
My friend, a lazy ass bum in my opinion, who can't even take care of his baby or his baby mama. He walks over with two bitches on his hip as he takes a sip from his drink. The music blasts loudly in the background as the *luminous*, *vibrant* lights pierce through the room.
"Yo, Ryo. There are some bitches at the door. It's Rue and some girl. Prissy girl at that," he sighs, rolling his eyes as one of the girls sits down on the couch, pulling out a bag.
I let out a long sigh as I get off the rickety couch, pulling the bitch off of me. I navigate my way through the crowd, bodies rubbing against each other. I watch a guy and a few others snort up lies, I scold them, telling them to take that shit in the bathroom or the 'backroom.'
I finally make it to the front door. My hands are gripping the doorknob. The door is still that same old white it was when I first moved in, the paint now peeling as the door is covered in girls' phone numbers and names.
I turn the door open as I roll my eyes.
"About time!" Rue, that bitch, shouted as she pushed past me, heading straight towards the party. She's always wearing a too-tight dress; this time it's black, barely making it to her ass. Fucking hoe.
It took about two seconds before a soft, sweet voice, too high-pitched, too sweet, almost like it can rot teeth. My eyes slowly look down as I meet eyes. She quickly looks away. Standing right at my front door is some white-haired chick, her hair brushing against her shoulders, the ends flipped up, a hairstyle that used to be popular in the 90’s. Her face was soft, round, just like her body, the curve of her waist dipping down to her hips. Fuck, those thighs too. And not to mention her chest practically spilling out, there’s little makeup on her freckle-covered face as her brown eyes wander around, like she didn’t belong…which is true.
Her dress says it all, a fucking soft, all-white, frilled ass dress. Coming down to her knees, like a church girl. Stockings and all.
“U-um, h-hello, I’m here for the party,” she smiles sweetly—fuck.
It took me about five whole minutes of staring like an idiot….till I finally realized.
That’s Eleanor. The same Eleanor from way back. The same one I used to shove into lockers, beat up, and take her money back in high school. The same freshman who came running to me, confessing her feelings…only for me to spread rumors that she fucked every guy in the school.
I still remember taking her first kiss, how she gripped onto my shirt, asking me to stop.
The same stupid church girl…she looks so different—fuck.
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8:45 pm, Friday the 13th
I stay close to Rue throughout the entire night, clinging to her like a moth to a flame. It was very bright and loud. Overwhelmingly much. I tried to get some drinks, but Rue told me that they’re 100% spiked, i took one look around the table, alcohol bottles everywhere…so I guess she was right.
I watch as Rue goes around talking to all these random people, in her words,’ losers she never even glanced at during high school. ' it’s so cool that she can just be so animated, kinetic.
She gives me a quick thumbs up, her words slurred, as she said something that didn’t quite catch my ears.
She drags along with this tall, blond hair guy as the head to a “room’. She told me to "enjoy' myself a bit. My eyes stayed glued to her till she left upstairs, leaving me alone, in this cowed, loud party, gripping my temu purse, in this stupid dress that makes me look like a child…trembling like a lost lamb.
This guy, reeking of a strong potency of whisky and weed, he’s steps clumsy and uneasy as he makes his way over to me, leaning in too close. His hot, slimly breath brushing against my ear, as he’s arms slowly snake around my shoulders.
Before he could muster a viable statement, I dipped. I excused myself politely, barely audible as I scurry away to the bathroom, near the kitchen.
Occupied…
I made it to the half-bathroom in the backroom…
Occupied.
I finally go all the way back into the empty garage, not many people are here…maybe it's off limits.
I slowly wandered around the dimly lit room, as my maryjane shoes clink on the cement floor.
My dress brushes past a slick, blue mustage…my brows furrow as I look at it closer…
Where have I seen this car before?
I glance up at the pineapple fruit hanging on the rearview mirror…
That’s when it hit me.
This is his car.
This is his house.
This is his party.
No wonder I couldn’t recognize him at the front door, his hair used to be dyed black back in highschool, he used to have a ton of piercings on his sharp face, always wearing eyeliner. That was cool during the time, he used to be around 5 '7, thin ... .after I left high school during freshman year,I didn't hear much about him ... .till he went to prison for something that nobody really knows why…
But now, he’s over 6ft…way over that. He’s hair is back to that soft, dull pink, still sharp features but now with fewer piercings and new face tatts…almost like it’s engraved perfectly into his stupid face. His body is more robust, muscular, and bigger.
He still has that smug smirk…I still remember him standing outside my backyard 11pm every night, flashing himself, or bringing over some random girl and making out with her right in front of my window.
I still remember when I poured my heart out for him like an idiot, he just laughed at me. The next day, he spread some dumb rumor that I sent him nudes.
I still remember when we were just in the cold, deslote library, inwhich he stole my first kiss, all because I had a date with some guy.
I still remember him.
Does he remember me?
I hope not.
I slowly step away from the car, like it threaten me with a knife. Spooked, I continue my path to the lone bathroom at the end of the garage, I open the door, stepping inside.
No one's here. Good.
I take a deep breath in, trembling a bit as I glance at my sweety mess in the mirror.
I take out my outdated android, ordering an Uber, as I text Rue that I'm leaving. Now.
Before I could open the door back up, it swung open, revealing…
Him.
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Kuna’s pov
My eyes burn into hers, as I approach farther in, my fist curling into a ball, nails digging into my palms, who does this bitch think she is? Standing in my bathroom, with her dirty ass, stinking up the place. Trembling and apologizing like some wimp.
“Some things never change, huh?” I sneered, as her back pressed against my navy blue bathroom tiles.
My arm slams beside her head, caging her in as her big soft brown eyes, the same stupid eyes from years ago, stare into my soul, damn it….just thinking about gets me riled up–Fuck.
She lets out this soft whimper, her eyes becoming glossy as a single white strand of her falls in front of her face. I still wonder why she decided to keep it brown throughout highschool oh,
right, I said it looked like one of my used condoms.
Her body tense up as she mustered out some shit I can't hear, I lean in, as my eyes gleam in pure excitement, I love seeing her squirm under me, pathetic.
You always were pathetic, Eleanor.
That’s when a loud bang, I turned my head.
“Shit!”
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To be continued….
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A Portrait of Your
Face
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I still remember her face, on the red, red grass.
A beauty…
We were evil and equal, seeking to kill and create
How grand?
Oh, eleanor…
Smiling with fright,
Your life, dirty by the fools, that adored you.
They’ll…all pay.
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November 5th, 2014
Eleanor
The thing is…ever since I was young, I had this question.
What comes after death?
We have many ways to cope with that graving doom,
Science, religion, philosophy…maybe nothing at all.
But in the end,
None are true.
Not in this world.
Not in this universe.
I should have hope, but what’s the point?
I’m dying after all…and all my life, I waited for a cure.
Not just for this sickness, but for my joy.
My goal was simple
Before I die, I would like to do something nice….
I want to fall in love, one last time.
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January, 2nd, 2018
Sukuna
“Are you fucking kidding me, right now?!
Gas is 2.75 cents!?”
My hands gripped hard on the leather steering wheel til it creaked.
I felt my blood boiling again, my face felt too red.
I lean back on my leather seat as I take a long, wary breath in.
What the hell am I going to do now?!
Can’t even afford fucking gas.
I need a job…fuck.
I turn the shitty engine on, driving out of the run down gas station.
Only 3 gallons in my raggy tank.
Fuck.
The drive blur past my thoughts as I pull up at my crib,
Old, but it’ s the only thing I have, shouldn’t have moved…
I park the car next to Mr. Garry's old green van, things are still running. Looks like it's been through hell, but here I am.
My feet dragged as I typed in the pen.
7143
7143
7143
I head up the rat pop stained stairs, avoiding Mrs. Picky-ass, fat cat,
I run my hands on the peeling wallpaper, second floor.
I finally made it to my room, 4E….
I turn the knob,
I need to clean it….soon.
It;s not budging…
I turn it again…
Did I lock it?
I dig into my coat pockets, pulling out my messy keychain.
Watching it cling as I shove keys in the hole, hoping it would open.
*cling* *cling* *cling*
“Damn It!”
My fist colliding with the wooden door, I watch it rattle, but never falter…
Like always.
I kick it, over and over again.
Nothing….
Fuck.
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*knock* *knock* *knock*
Knock
“What the hell do you want?! I’m not trying to join your cu-”
“Oh, its you.”
I
A chuckle escaped from my lips, as I lit a cig,
The duffle bag in my hand felt heavier than usual.
“The same ol stick. Can I crash at your place for a bit?” A smirk crawled on my face, but a bigger void eats at my guts.
I hate asking this bitch. But guess I have no choice, plus his dumbass is probably snorting pixy anyway.
“Ugh, fine. But I’m having some shorties over, party later. So got hang out in the guest room, and hide your shit, S.”
“Whatever, man.”
I entered his sticky ass studio.
Making my way down the green colored carpeted hallway,
The paintings on the wall mocking me, as stop at the last door,
Still painted that hideous red.
I enter the room.
Damn, it feels like a blast into the past…
Still remember fucking my first american bitch here.
I throw my duffle bag on the bed, still with that pattern bed spread.
I take a deep breath in, falling onto the bed.
Letting fatigue finally take over….
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Unfinished cause I got lazy
