I Don't Know

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Dear Readers,

You probably already know who I am as you have come across my blog page. However, if you don't know who I am, then this is your introduction.

Name: Anonymous

Age: N/A

DOB (Date of Birth): N/A

In today's blog post, I am going to discuss what happened today, in my neighbourhood. The house opposite mine had a moving van parked in front of it (obviously blocking my view), but from what I could decipher - from my double-glazed bedroom window - is that a new family is moving in. That house has been vacant for only a few months, after the death of the elderly couple. Flowers use to suffocate the deserted house; subsequently, they started to wither away: from the neglect. (Just like the elderly couple who lived there.) Just thinking about those people got me thinking,

'Is that the way my life will turn out to be like in the future? Am I going to grow old without, or with, someone and is isolated in the never-ending blank walls mocking me for being a lonely bastard, with no one to love me for my socially awkward self? You're putrid... That's what they'll say... That's what they'll all say! You're a coward... You're just the crippled, old lady from down the road, with a personality that hell wouldn't be able to handle; that's why you have no one and you're not dead yet!'

I don't understand why people must start rumours. Is it for their own sadistic pleasure, a sense of achievement, that they may or may not know a real insight of the truth? People (children even) use to say that every Halloween, never to knock onto the elderly couple's door because just looking at them would make you fall into a state of shock, not even professionals would be able to help you... However, the person who started the rumour only made it because the Halloween of 2009 was when they went to knock on the door of the couple's house, only to receive an apple and a toothbrush instead of some sweets! I know what you're thinking, 'That was so uncalled for and extreme,' but that girl is the most spoilt girl I have ever met in my life. Unfortunately, we both attend the same high school as each other and we are both in the same year too. If you're wondering how I know the truth behind it all is because I was best friends with that girl until the start of high school, where her whole being changed. Ugh... Don't get me started on the "101+ Things Wrong About Paris Knightly". All she is is a two-faced tart! That is me being generous. I predict that by the time we turn 15 she would be the school's harlot, with the track record she has now.

I know I shouldn't be saying these things about her, but she has said even worse things about innocent civilians she has never talked to before: just for looking at her in a wrong way. I don't blame the people for looking at Paris like that because with her skirt being higher than the Eiffel Tower, I can't see how it's not illegal. You could practically see her hot pink knickers peeking out, greeting the world! If there are any hormonal teenage boys out there reading this, then I suggest you run! She is like a dog coming after a bone and the bone in this instance is your... Um... Yeah...

Oh, crap! Someone is at the door! I guess this is the end of today's blog.

Love/Hate from,

-Anonymous

The irritating chime of the doorbell rings throughout the house as impatient people wait for someone to answer the door. Clumsily marching down the stairs, Addison answers the door, only to come face to face with an over-joyed ball of sunshine (in other words, a contented woman with an over-bearing, contagious smile).