Avoiding the plot line

II

"I think I'll tryyy, defying gravity..." Idina Menzel sang as Elphaba on the Broadway station. I feel my eyes fill with tears as I drive on the bridge that's on the way back to my house. I blink and let them fall. Her self esteem is so high in this song. She's ambitious. She's not me. I feel the tears brush past my cheeks. They remind me of when rain falls on a window. It just brushes like it's just an ordinary, everyday thing. It doesn't absorb and it doesn't fall straight through. I wish people would think of me like that. They accept me for who I am and not try to shove auditions down my throat. I stop thinking about it in fear of letting two more fall.

"Ladies and Gentl--" I change to the Litium station just as the radio hosts finish talking. I hear guitar rifs. I know what song it is. I start vigorously nodding my head along with the beat. I then take my slightly damp hand and make a microphone and I start to sing with Gerard.

"WELL IF YOU WANTED HONESTY THATS ALL YOU HAD TO SAYY..." We sing in exact unison. "I NEVER WANT TO LET YOU DOWN OR LET YOU GO ITS BETTER OFF THIS WAY!!!" My voice trails off and just listen to the next part. "FOR ALL THE DIRTY LOOKS, THE PHOTOGRAPH YOUR BOYFRIEND TOOK, REMEMBER WHEN YOU BROKE YOUR FOOT FROM JUMPING OUT THE SECOND STORY..." I sing along in my head while still nodding along to the beat. My mood rises slightly as I pull into my driveway.

"I'm home," I say pulling off my sweatshirt revealing my Chibi Loki shirt.

"Hi, Shizuko," my mom exclaims coming over for a hug. She says "hi" like I've been kidnapped by a serial killer for years. She wraps her arm tightly around my neck, touching over the opposite side of me that she hugged. "How was the mall?"

"Fine, I guess."

"Where'd you go?"

"You should know that by now, Mom. Hot Topic."

"What'd you get?"

"A hat, a couple anime shirts and a set of little buttons to go on the hat." Her arm still chokes me as I speak. "Mom?"

"Hmm? What is it, Honey?"

"Can you let me go? If you do this any longer you'll suffocate me."

"Oh... that would be bad."

"Yeah, it would."

"Did you affiliate with strangers?"

"No," I lie. I think about him. His perfect skin. His blue hair. His everything. "I'm going to put everything in my drawers, Mom."

"Not a problem, Shizuko."

I jog up the narrow carpeted stairs and go into my room to the left of them. I take out my Mac and go on Wattpad. I had discovered it a few days ago and I've already finished loads of fanfiction about JohnLock, Deanstiel, and many others. I take out another link and go onto Deviant art and pull my drawing tablet and begin sketching his face. Once I'm finished, I put texts onto the pic. So far, it just says my username. I'm not sure about the title, I x-out of Deviant art and click the "Create New Story" button. I make a description and I start the draft

I stare at the screen and type the letter "I" in the title box. After, I continue staring at the screen. My fingers linger over the keyboard. What do I write? Where should I start? I press the space bar, leaving no mark in the writing space and press the "Save" button. Damn writer's block.

I go back downstairs and find my way to the pantry. I stare into the pit of unlimited choices. I settle for the usual pocky and ramen noodles. I put the pocky on the island, pull out a bowl, fill it with water, and put the ramen into it. I shove the bowl into the microwave and push the Micro Express button three or four times. I pull a soda out of the fridge and take it and the pocky to my room. I go downstairs again with 1:22 on the microwave. Crap. I lean against the stove and wait.

"Shizuko!!" Mom shouted from the living room. "Look what I've found!!" I roll my eyes.

"What is it, Mom?" I ask bluntly.

"The theatre downtown is--" I block her out. My god. If I hear about that freaking theatre one more time, I'll be writing names down in my journal. The microwave beeps. Finally. I open the microwave and take the bowl out with a towel wrapped around my hands. I set it on the counter.

"Hey, mom. I'm going to bed," I say.

"Really?" She asks with a worried look. "It's not that late."

"I've just had a really long day."

Relief comes over her. "Alright, sweetie. Goodnight."

I take my ramen upstairs to my room and place it on the nightstand. I rub my finger on the mouse pad and my Mac awakens. I go to my Netflix account and type in "Sword Art Online." I begin to watch as I drink my Coke and eat my pocky and ramen. My eyes widen when Kirito and 9,999 other people get trapped in the game and that 2,000 people died on the first day. Whenever he joins a guild everyone dies. Silica, Sachi, Liz. Whenever Kirito and Asuna fall for each other. I cry for Yui-Chan and for when they die while defeating the boss. I finish the first part and I force myself to sleep, crying over the fact that they were separated. My last thoughts of when I sleep is of the blue haired boy. I wished that we could be like Kirito and Asuna, but if anything I wished that we were together.