Forget this so-called life

Subject: Forget this so-called life Sat Nov 11, 2017 11:42 pm

" i didn't know whether my mind was tricking me or if it was real."

inspiration for the book

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxg4C365LbQ

Aleksandr Ruslan Vasiliev
18 years old
male

outfits

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tattoos

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Tacoma High School

Home of the Huskies

Black and grey

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Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 12:00 am

Claudia Irene Vania

Female

17 1/2 years

Forget this so-called life Girl-for-now1510469826

Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 12:36 am

Aleksandr Ruslan Vasiliev

There wasn't much as the normal routine went, waking up, taking a shower and cleaning his face to make sure he looked decent to himself. As he went, he didn't care- the boy rubbed his eyes as his blurred vision came clear when he blinked several times. His lanky body hovered over the ground as if he was only just a skeleton, he was just pure bone. Wrapping his bony fingers around the golden knob to twist and shove to reveal a partly lighted room. He took a glance around his room briefly before heading toward his bed, which was draped in black sheets with burgundy pillows with a white one peeking from behind. There was posters plastered all over the walls of bands the male had enjoyed, for example Metallica. He had a desk placed in the center of the wall with a computer and a lamp that hovered over a beat up journal. As well as a bookshelf shoved in the corner next to his dresser that held many books and car magazines. He grabbed black jeans, the hugged his legs but were able to let them breathe comfortably. Tossing on black thin shirt, after that sliding on a large thin suede black zip up hoodie. Next sitting down on his bed, a creek was made as his bed wasn't the best. He slipped on black beat up converse, he stood up and his hair was fine as it was. The curliness to it didn't bother him much.

A couple moments later, after grabbing a two slices of toast from his father who was in fact chief in the air force. His father threw his hat at him in attempt to call him out, a laugh comes out before he managed to grab his bag and keys. Turning on his own 1970's stingray, he threw the bag into the passengers seat before getting in. Taking a bite of his toast before placing it on top of his bag, he started up the car as it took a moment to get it going. But it did.

Getting to the school, was easy to say. It was only 20 minutes from Aleks neighborhood, he was roaming toward the school entrance with his bag on his back. He wasn't known honestly, he headed toward his first class where students were chatting and creating what they say havoc. Aleksandr managed to sit all the way in the back, before taking out his books, his physics and his binder side by side. Taking out a pencil and pen. Before his eyes snapped up toward the front.

Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 1:05 am

Claudia Irene Vania

Before even opening her eyes, the smell of cheap cigarettes corroded over her. She promptly removed her furrowed covers and sighed harshly. She scrapped the sand from her eyes and sat upwards. The droning fan scanned across the room left to right. The crooked posters on her wall flapped about as the fan's breeze swept over them. The light barley gleamed through her dark curtains as she leaned over, pulling them to the side. A large yawn escaped her prior to her stretching. Claudia dwelled on her thoughts for a moment about school while brushing the frizz from her brown hair. She grabbed the tan over-sized hoodie, hunched over the back of her desk chair and threw it on. After moments of shifting through her jeans in her drawer, she grabbed her washed, skinny denim and forcefully fit them on. She opened her door to the even harsher smell of rotten smoke.
Her brother, Charly, had a terrible smoking and drinking habit. She knew he was home, and did her best to avoid him. Passing along his door she heard mumbling, of what seemed to be her father and him fighting, again. Swiftly rushing to the bathroom, she washes her face and does her best with the little makeup she has. She covered her freckles and threw on her newest shade of lipstick and headed to the kitchen. Once again, nothing was waiting for her at the dining table. She quickly made a piece of toast and tossed some jam on, then headed out the door to the car. As she shuffled around for her keys in her old leather backpack, she noticed a familiar car passing along her street. She watched it pass and continued to dig around. The sound of her car alarm caused her to jump before realizing she pressed the button. She signed and thought to herself.. 'Found my damn keys..' and got in the car. On her way to class she listened to her favorite bands' tape, 'Pink Floyd'. She was always into old, rock classics from her dad. She parked her old smokey colored Pontiac GTO, a gift from her dad before he turned into an alcoholic. I hurried to class, English was first, my favorite. I sat down in my usual, thankfully before the bell rang and awaited for the teacher to arrive. I sigh and took out my journal for my usual notes.

Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 1:38 am

Aleksandr Ruslan Vasiliev

Physics went by slow, i didn't know like sitting in one spot for far to long. Tapping the number 2 pencil onto the wooden desk, flipping through the pages where my eyes scanned the images and words as well as the examples. The teacher was going on and on, before the bell had rung throughout the entire school about 50 minutes after. Flipping the book closed i slipped the book and binder into my bag before swinging the bag over my shoulder. I managed to get out of the classroom, i wasn't in much of a hurry after all my next class was gym. A groan came from my throat when i headed toward the large interior the gym. It was a multi sex class, if it were to be all males. The aggression for any activity was upon us. Heading toward the locker room and instantly hearing shouting and running water once you open the door. I was able to get to my locker before making eye contact with one of the popular boys.

"Just because the pretty girl is in this to protect your scrawny ass, doesn't mean your safe in here."

I could hear the hoarse tone in his voice, before he shoved me aside. Yeah he was built and his hair was long in the back leaving the women to swarm him constantly. He was an asshole and cocky, and it irritated the shit out of me. I unlocked my locker before taking out a t-shirt with no sleeves, and regular basketball shorts that were cut a little shorter because it was a trend. Taking my clothes and placing them on my bag and into my locker i locked it and left the room. I clenched my jaw when i noticed he stood there shirtless mocking me, if i was large enough he would be six feet under the damn ground right about now. Nothing bothered me more. Now it was mainly waiting for the other students to get dressed, placing myself onto the bench, i spread my knees apart before letting my arms rest on my thighs. My fingers tapped on one another, patiently waiting as time went slower than it did last hour.

Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 1:55 am

Claudia Irene Vania

English class always flew by, maybe because it was my favorite. I sadly closed my journal, knowing I was heading to the worst of the worst, gym. I picked up my bag and slowly shoved my things inside. I was always purposely the last person to leave this class. The teacher smiled, holding an apple in her hand as usual as I walked towards her desk. I grabbed the apple and smiled, having a small chat before walking to the door. I slugged my shoulders and dragged myself into the gym. I sighed seeing the prissy girls laughing in the entrance to the locker room. The boys on the other side were staring and winking as the girls chucked, pfft, disgusting. I hated them, watching them twirl their hair and bat their slutty eyes. They always seemed to sell themselves for attention. I shoved myself through them as one scoffed, staring me down with a snooty gleam in her eyes. I ignored her, quickly walking to my locker to avoid any small talk. I opened my jammed locker shoved my bag inside. I put on my deodorant and changed into my gym outfit, the normal shorts and plain shirt like always. I whipped the lockers' residue off my white shirt and closed it before turning around. I scanned the room, watching the typicals brush their hair and fix their ugly faces in their mirrors.

I walked to the bench near the front of the door, sitting down and waiting for the teacher to use her stupid whistle. I cuffed my face in my hands and dug my nails into my skin slightly. I could hear the dull and annoying sound of girls gossiping. Every time they mumble louder and I imagine my name in their words. My head began to hurt already and I haven't even started running laps. I looked up at the clock and softly prayed in my mind that time was only an illusion and this class was already over. The loud whistle distracted my thoughts and pulled me into the real world. I grew annoyed even more and stood up, looking towards the unpleasant sound.

Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 2:15 am

Aleksandr Ruslan Vasiliev

The whistle through me off, as my head snapped up and i lifted from the bench. I saw a familiar face, i then lunged onto the lap. Running around to get ready for whatever was going to be today's activity. If it's dodge ball, it will be my death. Being the quiet kid no one really pays much attention to you, unless you're somehow built and have "fuck me" written on your forehead. Thoughts troubled my mind while i was running, i could here the jock laughing from the other side flirting with a blonde with her hair teased to beyond recognition. As her blue eye shadow covered her eye lids as her eyes fluttered while her lips pierced. I could hear her giggles from afar, and you could hear him attempt to get laid once again. It seemed to fall so effortlessly into his hands, gross. I was continuing to run, before i begun to run a little to fast. I was passing people, it was embarrassing. I got closer and closer to my doom, before i managed to slow down next to Claudia.

My eyes flickered to hers, as her hair flew back as she went. "This is the worst class." Attempting to start a conversation wasn't my strong suit, but keeping one was. I clenched my jaw, before my green eyes snapped back to the track before me. I could hear laughter behind me noticing the assholes had caught up from behind which was almost unbelievable. It took me a minute to gather my thoughts before turning and taking another glance at you.

Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 2:18 am

TO BE CONTINUED

Subject: Re: Forget this so-called life Sun Nov 12, 2017 6:20 pm

Claudia Irene Vania

The teacher shoved us girls out the door, forcing us on the track to run our usual laps. I rolled my eyes and started jogging past the others before they could notice me. The girls all flocked to the guys who reeked of axe spray, and a hint of douche. I scoffed to myself and looked down, watching my feet pass the red and tan lines engraved in the wood. I heard a familiar voice next to me and turned to see Aleksandr. I smiled softly, thinking about what he said prior to responding. "Rumor has it, dodge ball again today." I said with a shallow voice, making sure no one knew we were talking about the unspeakable event. I could smell the red rubber ball already bruising my face and body. I dreaded the days leading up to this class, but was always okay when Aleksandr was around. I looked back quickly, seeing how far or close I was to the others. I made sure to not make any eye contact as I looked towards Aleks again, overseeing the teachers sure enough grabbing the large white net baskets filled with red, rubber balls.

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