A Dictionary of Short Stories

Monotonous

In which I share my rambling thoughts, but through another character. That way I can pretend that other people daydream like this.

Also, my stories will become better written, and likely more interesting, as I learn to write plots and such. So, you may want to read from my latest stories to the front or you can just go normally. Thanks.

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Time seemed to creep on as she just sat there.

Today wasn't any different than Monday, or Tuesday, or even Wednesday for that matter. Macie was used to getting home, spending time getting lost in her books, then racing to her desk when she heard the faint rumblings of her mom's car coming home from work.

Her mom thought that Macie was doing homework, and was a dedicated student. This wasn't very true, and it perplexed Macie that her mom wasn't on to her... yet. Macie barely scraped by with the homework for class every day, though no one really noticed. Macie wasn't one to be acknowledged much, and yet she wasn't bothered by that fact.

Like normal, Macie was in her own world. Usually her thoughts were triggered by something she saw or read, and then that led to another thought bubbling up, and another, and another, until soon she forgot that she was supposed to be doing work.

Perhaps this was the reason that Macie didn't have any friends. Of course, there were acquaintances, though no one was really beyond that.

Today, she was thinking about this, and it seemed to suck away the light that was regularly in her eyes. It left an empty feeling inside. The room started to seem to large, too monotonous. Clear of life and hominess.

Was this loneliness?

Never! But wait... She couldn't really be lonely could she? Her? She was the one who never needed anyone else, save for the characters in her books.

The empty feeling soon became unsettling. This certainly wasn't turning out to be a usual day, was it? Panic quickly set in, and Macie scrambled to distract herself from her own thoughts.

What were friends really like? Were they trustworthy and kind? Were they duplicates of yourself? Maybe people fit better with opposites. Macie would surely be the last to know.

Maybe friendship were like the superheros in the books she read. Would there be a superhero, and an ever trustworthy sidekick? Macie could imagine herself standing at the top of a skyscraper, her hair pushing back and cape flapping in the wind, chilling her in her tight red spandex suit.

Next to her, was her best friend named... uh... Jess? Yeah, Jess would do. Jess and Macie, the dream team of the century. They saved people from awkward situations, usually involving conversations in which you would rather shrink into the earth.

In this world, Jess was at least a half a foot shorter than Macie (although in the real world this was close to impossible, as Macie was somewhere between petite and invisible). Macie was always the leader, and Jess would follow her every move, similar to that of a puppy.

But wait. Was that really friendship?

Maybe friendship was like a wolf pack. You worked together, fought against the forces as one. There was never a question over who was higher, you just were equal.

But what about the books she had read? Those always had friends in them. Friendship seemed like give and take. More and less. You didn't need a ton of people, or to be better than someone. Maybe you just needed someone to have your back, and you have theirs. Maybe you just needed someone to confide in. Maybe you just needed trust, and to-

Macie was suddenly dragged out of her thought process by a ringing of the door bell. This was unusual, as her mom and her never had guests. It was usually just the two of them. So, she chose to ignore it. Must be a ding-dong ditcher, she thought, not wanting to leave her 'mind paradise'.

And yet, the doorbell rang again. And again. And twice more. This annoyed Macie to no end, so she huffed down the stairs and flung the door open to hopefully catch whoever was playing this stupid game.

Her attitude quickly changed to one of confusion when she saw a girl about her age, about 15 give or take, out of breath on her front porch. Macie just stared at the redhead, who help her finger up in the universal one moment symbol. Her face close to the color of her hair, as she was panting and attempting to sputter out a sentence.

"Hi! U...so, weird question and all... and I know I just met you... but could I maybe hide in here?"

"Uh.... who are you?" Macie replied, shutting the door a bit so the girl wouldn't dart in.

"Oh! I'm Emmerson, call me Em... just moved in down the street," The girl wheezed out, holding out her hand, while bending and resting the other on her knee. Macie didn't take it the handshake.

"Annnd why should I let you in?"

"Well, you see my brother just was unpacking his stuff, so I thought I might be able to steal one of his movies, but I may have accidentally scratched it. Totally not my fault right? And he just found out. So he is kinda on his way to kill me. Or at least severely damage me. Maybe fart on me."

Macie did hear a faint yelling sound start to get louder, so she reluctantly pulled the door open and stepped back. Em was inside in a flash, and quickly shut the door. After a few moments of just standing there and Macie looking at her shoes, awkward silence soon filled the air.

"So, uh, what do you like to do? Do you have any hobbies?" Em inquired, hoping to ease the tension.

"I just like to read," Macie replied, shifting her gaze up a little,"Umm, what about you?"

"OH, I absolutely adore movies. Old ones, new ones, space ones, action, rom com, you name it. You don't happen do have some- do you? My mom stopped buying ones for me a while back," Em rambled.

Macie let a small smile surface. "Sure. My mom collects them. Uh, do you want to see?"

After some squealing, the girls headed back into the living room, and spent the whole afternoon watching movie after movie.

Macie didn't mind changing her schedule for this, in fact, she maybe enjoyed it. Just a bit. This girl intrigued her, and she almost felt like they could get alone.

Today didn't turn out to be a usual one indeed.

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QOTC:

"Me and Jenny goes together like peas and carrots." - Forrest Gump

Well, me and chocolate goes together like Harambe and a bullet. *epic music plays in the background at me trying to be cool*