i am ireland paramore, 5th of the 5th, and some day, i will be great. when the planets align, and the sun and moon eclipse, i will save the world from a terrible fate. but, that's only if you believe in that future divination crap.
i didn’t believe a word of that freakin’ prophecy. my parents, being the superstitious souls they are, decided to consult a fortune teller (who also happened to be their niece) before my birth. signora chiara was my mother’s sister. aunt emily moved to italy after college, married an italian guy, and had chiara and victor, who’s my age. chiara makes is technically a college student at UCSB, but she makes money through fortune telling. reading your palm, crystal ball, tarot cards, you name it. when my parents found out i was being born, they went to her. and she spewed that stupid prophecy about me. don’t get me wrong, i love signora chiara, she’s my favorite cousin. but i refuse to believe what she said about me. so there. but, whatever.
i am to’ busy to worry about crap like that. I've got more important things to worry about. like soccer. soccer is so uncomplicated, its just score goals on the other team, make sure the other team doesn’t score on you, and try not to injure anybody too seriously. its simple. sooo unlike my life.
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but, lately, i’ve been thinking, that signora chiara may onto something with the whole our futures are predicted by the stars. my horoscope has been scarily accurate. also, i had signora allessandra do a reading for my friend, jordania, using the alignment of the stars and planets, and it was right! the thing was friggin’ right!!! supposedly jordania would do something heroic, for the good of someone she loved. (please note that i would never say such sappy words, and that was all signora allessandra.)
jordania was walking with her brother alex, and, um, well, alex is epileptic, and he started having a seizure. jordania flipped out for a minute, then she called 911, and alex was saved.
jordania now swears by signora allessandra, and thinks i am a loony for not believing the prophecy. whatever. that’s where i am now, chatting with jordania online,and she’s trying to convince me to believe in signora allessandra.
jordania: im telling u, ireland, ur signora is totally rite.
me: lol, jor. i dont believe in that fortune telling crap.
jordanina: watever, dude. ur loss if u end up as the worlds savior, and u dont know wat 2
do.
me: sure, jor. keep tellin ur self that.
jordania: ya, i will, cuz its true.
me: watever. gtg, dinner time! <3
jordania: byeee! ;)
it is actually another good 15 minutes till dinner; i just want to get to take a break from jordania. i make myself appear offline. i am contemplating what to do now, when my eldest sister, remy, bursts into my room (without knocking, i might add).
“have you seen my Chanel boots?” she asks, scanning my pigsty of a room for a sign of her boots.
“no, i have not, remy. have you heard of this new thing? it’s called knocking.”
“ha ha ha, smart aleck. do you know where they are?”
“no. wait yes! i think you let avery borrow them the other day.” avery is my other sister, and, like remy, she is bossy as all get out.
“oh, yeah, huh. thanks, chickie!” remy flashes me her hollywood movie star smile and runs down the hall to avery’s room. i wait, 1 second, 2 seconds... 5 seconds...
