Listen to..."Scars" by Papa Roach, and if you don't; I will resort to cannibalism. Kind of like Jamestown. I did not just reference history. Shut up. No. Just no.
I need help.
Chapter 17, Isolation
"Rob, you could always visit; I'm just saying that this is important and Mr. Levitino could help you out."
Rob's father had called, bringing up the fact that getting a job was more than necessary. Of course, Rob didn't quite feel ready to move ahead so quickly, but he took the offer into consideration. Mr. Levitino, the principal of a local high school was apparently searching for a new teacher; and Rob just so happened to have the appropriate college degrees. So, Rob's father had called at about 6 in the morning (because of time-zone differences), to announce that his friend was searching for a ninth-grade pre-calculus teacher.
"I'll think about it, bye." Rob cut him off, quickly ending the call. "If you see the future, strive to make it there. Please, just try." He couldn't let it go, he just desperately wanted to move along. No friends, barely any money, and no job either? Wasn't going to work. He knew that he needed this, some source of income and perhaps even a distraction. He shuffled through his house, lights still off, passing by his buzzing phone that was about dead considering it had sat there untouched. '3:00 Saturday' He thought, 'Two days in until you sort yourself out.' It wasn't the most effective lifestyle, unwilling to even flip the light switch, nor was it helping him through any sort of grief. He passed by the bathroom, still torn apart and stained with bleach. But then Rob stopped right in his place, noticing a gleam of light tucked away in a corner. As he walked forward he saw that it was indeed a sharp, little piece of metal, tucked away from first glance.
Maybe just once.
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In Preston's case, It wasn't a state of sadness, more-so a state of "I give up".
"Preston Arsement? You have visitors." A woman's voice chirped, maybe the only person willing to put up with him anymore. Within a week Preston had fasted (but soon got sick of it and ate a burger), punched a doctor in the stomach, and dished out enough sarcastic comments to make up an entire Jacksfilms video.
"Preston Arsement?" The voice chirped again, and he grunted in response, much too irritated to say anything. After a few seconds he heard a gentle knock on the door, followed by the slow creak someone cautiously opening the door. "Preston? Are you awake?"
"As usual." He replied, laughing cynically. He looked up, and froze in shock for a mere second before composing himself.
"Dad?" He mumbled, with a confused expression.
His father simply walked over, and sat next to him. They stayed like that, in silence, for about a minute.
"How does it feel?" Preston's dad spoke up, eyebrows furrowed.
"Like...Isolation."
"How?"
"It's almost like- it's like everybody is on a separate island, staring me down."
"Then where am I?"
Preston paused, imaging the scene he had just described.
"You're...right next to me."
"...And who else is there?"
"Nobody."
"Are you sure?"
Preston closed his eyes, the image still vivid. His mouth dropped, tears falling as he saw those all-too-familiar brown eyes. He tried to deny it, turning around, yet his father had disappeared from the scene.
"Yes. I'm sure." Preston forced out, blinking away the image of his eyes
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"Stop following me." Mat growled between his teeth,refusing to turn around.
"Why?" Mitch replied calmly.
"Why don't you get a different fucking hotel! Why don't you go back home and leave us alone! Why do you suddenly act like this fucking matters to you!" Mat yelled back, spinning on his heel to face Mitch.
He looked at Mat, the arrogant look on his face disappearing, as his entire facade crumbled. They still stood there, in front of the hotel, staring each other down. Mitch finally spoke up, eyes focused on the ground.
"I don't know why."
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"Why hello there! My name is potato and this is my mother fucking story. First of all..."
The worst book opener ever. ^ I'm trying to develop a schedule. I swear. I feel like if I give myself a schedule that makes me not want to follow it even more. I dunno. But I'm getting closer and closer to the best scene in this book, and I'm really excited. Is that weird? I'm excited about my own story. In other news, I got honor role, which is cool. Umm... I haven't done much else with my life.
Oh well. Time to play video games and do absolutely nothing else.
Bye!
