Mary Anne

Chapter Five

Mary Anne

When I got to my house, I heard no sound. Nada. Not even the sound of creaks on the floor that I'm stepping on. Everything's smooth. Too smooth. I'm getting used to this silence each and every day.

Who knows what kind of stupid business trip my dad is in now, and it's probably going to be a long ass time until my mother comes back from the hospital. I'm grateful that my parents both have such amazing jobs, but nowadays, I don't think they even notice that they have a whole family anymore. The last time we did family stuff together was in December. Well guess what? it's July season now.

Most people want to go home early everyday, well, for me, that's not the case. Not saying that I'm not like other people, but, I just don't know how to control these thoughts inside my head when i'm in my house. You get a lot of thinking when you're always alone in your house, unfortunately, mostly bad ones.

School and my house.

When I go to school I feel like a different person, a genuinely better one, but when I'm in my house, there's this really dark side of me, that I can't work out.

Sometimes I would just sit in the corner and cry for hours. I want to cry. It's relieving.

And I'm mostly alone by myself all the time. I know what you're thinking, why didn't I just have a party and all that? The thing is, I'm scared of letting people into my house. I'm beyond frightened. Moreover, being alone with a boy. I just don't feel comfortable.

I got shivers running down my spine and soon to all over my body by just having the thought of it.

I decided to go for a walk where I can be free from all these thoughts. I went to the nearest supermarket to buy some candies when a particular person was standing there too.

What the hell is Julian doing here?

"The girl who completely embarrassed me in front of the whole school." He said, eating a candy. He hasn't paid that yet. What if he will just run off?

"The asshole who made fun of a girl for entertainment, hi!" I said fake giddy.

Seeing his hippopotamus face makes me gag a little.

"Listen, stupid Mary, nobody disrespect me like that." He just called me stupid, the fuck man. He is really close to me, I don't like being this close to a boy. Being with a boy unsupervised makes me really anxious, especially this jerk.

"Well, I just did and everybody saw it." I emphasize the it.

"I'll deal with you later, nice tits by the way." And with that he went off. Like saying that to a girl doesn't give her any effect. I feel so... violated. Like he saw me, like he saw a part of me... I hate him. How disrespectful of him? I feel insecure. To me, having big breasts is a burden. Sometimes it's okay, but other times I just feel so... open.

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Alan's

"I have an idea. What if we write a story about a porn star who has special abilities to cure people by their genitals?"

"You have brain damage." I said to Jet in our creative writing class, which we have to partner up for this project.

"Alan, so what's your writing about?" A brunette girl named Trish came up to me, she has a little thing going on for me. Not to sound narcissistic or anything but it's true, she writes Valentine's cards for me not just on Valentine's day. She's hot, bet she can get any guy she wants. But she goes after this weird kid. Ha, girls have the hots for me after all, more like girl. And Trish even has a thing going on with another guy... I take back what I said.

"A porn star." I spontaneously answered without thinking.

"Sounds like fun! It would be even more fun if you think of her as me," She winks, walking off.

"Yeah, the porn star is a man! So..." I hollered at her. 

"Are we really gonna write about pornstars?" Jet asked me again, giddly.

"No!"

From a distance, Mary Anne looked in our direction and shook her head, as if thinking 'what the heck is wrong with these dumbasses.'

Then, she comes to us. Oh shit, act natural.

"Porn star. Smart guys, a topic that attracts every human's eyes."

"You know Jet. So what's your topic about?" She is writing alone because she didn't get any partner. If I was assigned with her, I think I could know her better. Because I heard that half of the writer's story is usually about their own lives.

And maybe Jet's involves porn stars in it.

"It's about an outcast who winds up suicidal because even her parents don't give a shit about her." Woah, she said that like it's her own story. Hm, if it is... I guess her world is not like what i thought. She looked down. Jet is writing something on his laptop, staying silent.

"Hey, everything okay, Mary Anne?" She looks up, a sad smile evident on her face.

"Everything's superb Alan, thanks for asking." I don't think everything's superb. I can see it in her eyes, she looks somewhat broken, not the usual eyes I see before.

Well, but maybe I'm not seeing enough. 

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Sorry i haven't updated in a while, just finished with exams and such. Enjoy this short chapter though, share with your friends! Love you peeppeeps <3