I sigh for the trillionth time today as I tiresomely switch back and forth through my numerous tabs open on Google Chrome.
Facebook. Twitter. YouTube. Instagram. Wattpad. Gmail. Wattpad. Instagram. YouTube. Twitter. Facebook...
I go on my Facebook profile and see how much it has significantly changed since I last laid my eyes upon it. It hasn't.
I stare at my profile picture, it is of me and my friends in town, joined by the Shakeaway man in his idiotic milkshake costume. I shiver at the thought of ever meeting that creep ever again. My eyes move to the right and I stare at my name, Agnes Maybell. Not the worst name in the world, but still lame. Like everything.
There must be something for a college student to do late at night on one Saturday evening... apart from homework that is. But I'm not in the mood for being a straight A student at the moment; my life needs some excitement, some eagerness, some zeal, some enthusiasm. But how does one obtain these things?
That question has puzzled me for years. Is it family? Friends? An exciting job? A holiday? Part of me wonders whether I'll ever find out...
I go on Wattpad and check out my news feed. It is a pointless activity, since Wattpad is only full of self-harming teens who want to kill themselves. But today I see something different... Deadlox is inviting everyone onto a chat on Chatzy. Of course... this Deadlox is fake, but the temptation to return to an old favourite chat site of mine is overwhelming.
I click on the Chatzy link and Google Chrome opens up a new tab. I'm greeted with a sight for sore eyes, the nostalgia was starting to get to me now. I used to use Chatzy all the time for roleplaying some of my favourite books, but that was years ago and I have long since grown out of all of it.
The chatroom is called 'Randomness' and the description reads;
Hello random stranger. Name yourself below.
Homestuck fans are welcome
That's one hell of a description if I might say so myself.
I name myself 'Jade Harley' for I am actually in fact a Homestuck fan. I enter and wait for the room to load. Oh man. What have I just done? No doubt I will be up until 1am chatting to these people now...
Well... just like old times, I guess.
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Author's Note
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Hey everyone! This chapter was written by Melato, not Shadow. In case you haven't guessed, we're taking it in turns!
So this is a slightly new thing, and I can't wait to see how it goes!
Basically, we follow the same storyline, but the two stories turn out very differently! I'm also hoping that our two stories will somehow overlap? But I don't know yet.
Anyway! I hope you enjoy! And I hope this doesn't get too confusing!
But just in case you do get confused, just remember the chapters marked with a '∞' are written by Shadow, and chapters marked with a '★' are written by Melato (me). So I guess if you want to, you could choose to only read the chapters marked with a '∞' and the story would still make sense! (or vice versa)
Don't forget to check out our accounts and read our other books @ShadowHades1 and @Melato_Numa
See you later everyone!
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