YAY HIT COUNTER
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jantjelover
These are my stories. I tell them, you listen. Have fun.
- YAY HIT COUNTER
- The Alien
- The Dog
- The Traffic Light
- The Broom
- The Twin
- The Girl
- The Street
- The Calculator
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
The Alien
I saw an alien. I actually saw an alien. It was big, but not that big, it had hands, but not actually 'hands'. It had eyes, but not actually 'eyes'. It had a big head, but not that big, it had legs, but without knees. It was the weirdest thing in my life.
I was walking my dog, in the forest. It was around 3 o'clock. But it was very quiet. My dog didn't mind though. He sniffed under one tree. Then pooped against another. I always enjoy the sniffling of my dog. I find it funny, but this time. I saw something else.
I just looked from tree to tree and I saw this light. It was such a weird light. It looked like the sun, it looked it was a very powerful light. But I could look into it easily and it sure wasn't the sun because the sun was behind me. My dog barked at a flower for no apparent reason.
I wanted to check that light out so when I got to a T-junction. Usually, I would take a left. My dog went there too, but now I took a right, when my dog noticed I didn't took a left he followed me too.
The light was getting closer, it was on the left side on the path. Every time a tree was before it I thaught that it would be gone if it became visible again. But it didn't, it just stayed there. Another T-Junction was coming up. The light was getting closer. I walked faster because the light appeared to be right above the path to the left. I arrived at the junction and looked to the left, and there I saw it.
I didn't see it for long. Just 3-4 seconds maybe. But I got a clear shot of it. It was an alien. It had some sort of grey cloth around him whilst he ran in the bushes. His head was a green with something that looked like hair. But it looked more like some sort of clay, A very smooth version of clay. His hands were like two thumbs, one was holding some sort of can, a very thin, but very long too. It was green, like his head.
I was very scared, my dog didn't notice him. I stood there for half a minute. Wondering what I just saw. The light, what had happened to the light? I dont know. Why was that thing wandering around in my forest? I walk here! This is my spot. I don't know much about that.
But I know it was an alien.
I decided to buy a gun. You never know, when it might show up again, and it was after me. Whenever I went to the forest. I would bring it with me. I had practised on the firing range. If it was after me, he wouldn't stand a chance.
Days went by, no alien. Weeks went by, no alien. Months went by. I didn't believe myself. I didn't saw it, I told myself. But I knew I did see it. I knew it was true. I knew I saw an alien. And I would kill it if I saw it again.
And when 400 days had passed... the light was there again.
It looked brighter than the last time, but I could still look into it. And I grapped out my gun. At the T-junction I went right again, my dog right behind me. The light became bigger, and the next t-junction closer and closer.
I started to run, I had my gun upwards, just like James Bond. The t-junction was now merely ten metres away. 5 metres. I started to slow down a bit so that I would get a clear shot when I turned myself to the left. I turned myself to the left. And there it was, again.
I closed my eyes pulled the trigger, once, twice, three times in a row. I took a deep breath, and I shot again, and again, it was screaming. It was the most horrific scream you could imagine. After 5 more shots, I had no ammo left. I dropped the gun and opened my eyes.
And that soldier in his green uniform...
... that soldier, was dead.
I was walking my dog, in the forest. It was around 3 o'clock. But it was very quiet. My dog didn't mind though. He sniffed under one tree. Then pooped against another. I always enjoy the sniffling of my dog. I find it funny, but this time. I saw something else.
I just looked from tree to tree and I saw this light. It was such a weird light. It looked like the sun, it looked it was a very powerful light. But I could look into it easily and it sure wasn't the sun because the sun was behind me. My dog barked at a flower for no apparent reason.
I wanted to check that light out so when I got to a T-junction. Usually, I would take a left. My dog went there too, but now I took a right, when my dog noticed I didn't took a left he followed me too.
The light was getting closer, it was on the left side on the path. Every time a tree was before it I thaught that it would be gone if it became visible again. But it didn't, it just stayed there. Another T-Junction was coming up. The light was getting closer. I walked faster because the light appeared to be right above the path to the left. I arrived at the junction and looked to the left, and there I saw it.
I didn't see it for long. Just 3-4 seconds maybe. But I got a clear shot of it. It was an alien. It had some sort of grey cloth around him whilst he ran in the bushes. His head was a green with something that looked like hair. But it looked more like some sort of clay, A very smooth version of clay. His hands were like two thumbs, one was holding some sort of can, a very thin, but very long too. It was green, like his head.
I was very scared, my dog didn't notice him. I stood there for half a minute. Wondering what I just saw. The light, what had happened to the light? I dont know. Why was that thing wandering around in my forest? I walk here! This is my spot. I don't know much about that.
But I know it was an alien.
I decided to buy a gun. You never know, when it might show up again, and it was after me. Whenever I went to the forest. I would bring it with me. I had practised on the firing range. If it was after me, he wouldn't stand a chance.
Days went by, no alien. Weeks went by, no alien. Months went by. I didn't believe myself. I didn't saw it, I told myself. But I knew I did see it. I knew it was true. I knew I saw an alien. And I would kill it if I saw it again.
And when 400 days had passed... the light was there again.
It looked brighter than the last time, but I could still look into it. And I grapped out my gun. At the T-junction I went right again, my dog right behind me. The light became bigger, and the next t-junction closer and closer.
I started to run, I had my gun upwards, just like James Bond. The t-junction was now merely ten metres away. 5 metres. I started to slow down a bit so that I would get a clear shot when I turned myself to the left. I turned myself to the left. And there it was, again.
I closed my eyes pulled the trigger, once, twice, three times in a row. I took a deep breath, and I shot again, and again, it was screaming. It was the most horrific scream you could imagine. After 5 more shots, I had no ammo left. I dropped the gun and opened my eyes.
And that soldier in his green uniform...
... that soldier, was dead.
posted by jantje_lover | 6:50 AM
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Friday, December 16, 2005
The Dog
It was a big brown labrador. Just a big dog. Nothing else. Nobody saw it. Yet I cant get it out of my head. The eyes of the big brown labrador tear its way through my head. And when its finally through. It comes again. That big dog is playing with my mind.
I had killed that dog. I ran over it with my car. I can feel the car hit it. I've never entered a car after. Said I'd take a bike because it's healthier, and the car's too expensive. I am in great shape though, and I'm not broke at all.
I was listening to the radio, singing with it. It sounded terrible, but who cared, nobody heard it. It was 3 o'clock. And whilst singing to the Beach Boys I took a right. And there it was, a big brown dog. With big brown eyes. Staring at me. I was driving too fast, the street was to small. I could do nothing else then hit it.
I closed my eyes and felt how the impact of the dog shuddered through the car. I did not stop. I reached for my gas pedal again. My back wheel hit it, the bump was horrible. I gave more gas. I took a right. And another, and another. If I looked to the right I would see him lying there. That big brown dog. I looked but I could not see it.
People were standing in my way of seeing it. A woman looked very emotional. The dog must have been hers. I felt sorry, but would I say that to her? What would she do? She was in her thirties, she was married I guessed. Her husband would kick my ass. No, I can't tell her. I have to drive home.
It was only a dog. Just a stupid dog. A brown dog. How can some stupid dog creep into my mind. Those eyes. They had burned in my head, and the would not come out. It was only a dog. A dog! It looked old, maybe it was going to die anyway.
I could not focus at work. I could not focus at home, hell, I couldnt dream without a stupid dog crossing my mind. But the dog wasnt the worst part, she was worse. I can see her tears fall on the ground. I can see her not being able to sleep at night, cus she didnt have her dog. Her big brown dog.
I had to do something, for her, for the dog, for me even. I had to do something to forget about this stupid dog. But what? What can I do? What can I do to forget about her, to forget about the stupid dog. To continue life. It was just a stupid dog!
I was in a place, I had never been here before. I walked out, with something new. Something, which had a long way to go before it would face the fate the big dog faced. I will give it away. I won't keep it. I felt better though, my mind didn't think about the big brown dog. It thaught about the new thing that was lying in my arms.
I took the car, for the first time after the incident. Put it in the back and drove. I drove to the street. I didn't have the radio on. Whilst I was coming closer. My eyes were filling itself with tears. I pictured her. There it was. That street where it happened. I was in luck. She was outside talking.
I stopped the car, got the thing out of the back. I could not resist the tears. They were faling down my cheek on the ground. She looked at me, she looked at that thing. I handed it over to her, she started crying too. There we were. Crying. About some stupid dog. I had to put this past me. I turned around. Went back to the car. I got in. I started the car. I hit the gas. I looked back. And I will never forget what I say just then. I saw
a small brown dog, in her hands.
I had killed that dog. I ran over it with my car. I can feel the car hit it. I've never entered a car after. Said I'd take a bike because it's healthier, and the car's too expensive. I am in great shape though, and I'm not broke at all.
I was listening to the radio, singing with it. It sounded terrible, but who cared, nobody heard it. It was 3 o'clock. And whilst singing to the Beach Boys I took a right. And there it was, a big brown dog. With big brown eyes. Staring at me. I was driving too fast, the street was to small. I could do nothing else then hit it.
I closed my eyes and felt how the impact of the dog shuddered through the car. I did not stop. I reached for my gas pedal again. My back wheel hit it, the bump was horrible. I gave more gas. I took a right. And another, and another. If I looked to the right I would see him lying there. That big brown dog. I looked but I could not see it.
People were standing in my way of seeing it. A woman looked very emotional. The dog must have been hers. I felt sorry, but would I say that to her? What would she do? She was in her thirties, she was married I guessed. Her husband would kick my ass. No, I can't tell her. I have to drive home.
It was only a dog. Just a stupid dog. A brown dog. How can some stupid dog creep into my mind. Those eyes. They had burned in my head, and the would not come out. It was only a dog. A dog! It looked old, maybe it was going to die anyway.
I could not focus at work. I could not focus at home, hell, I couldnt dream without a stupid dog crossing my mind. But the dog wasnt the worst part, she was worse. I can see her tears fall on the ground. I can see her not being able to sleep at night, cus she didnt have her dog. Her big brown dog.
I had to do something, for her, for the dog, for me even. I had to do something to forget about this stupid dog. But what? What can I do? What can I do to forget about her, to forget about the stupid dog. To continue life. It was just a stupid dog!
I was in a place, I had never been here before. I walked out, with something new. Something, which had a long way to go before it would face the fate the big dog faced. I will give it away. I won't keep it. I felt better though, my mind didn't think about the big brown dog. It thaught about the new thing that was lying in my arms.
I took the car, for the first time after the incident. Put it in the back and drove. I drove to the street. I didn't have the radio on. Whilst I was coming closer. My eyes were filling itself with tears. I pictured her. There it was. That street where it happened. I was in luck. She was outside talking.
I stopped the car, got the thing out of the back. I could not resist the tears. They were faling down my cheek on the ground. She looked at me, she looked at that thing. I handed it over to her, she started crying too. There we were. Crying. About some stupid dog. I had to put this past me. I turned around. Went back to the car. I got in. I started the car. I hit the gas. I looked back. And I will never forget what I say just then. I saw
a small brown dog, in her hands.
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The Traffic Light
Ugh, only 4 o'clock. Why is time slowing down at the end of the day? I just want to go home, have some pizza, watch some tv. But instead I'm sitting here, doing nothing because my boss is on holiday and I won't be working till a day before he comes back. Sarah's gone too already, she had a doctor's appointment. Sadly enough, I had that one yesterday. I'll email some more.
Finally, half past 4, its not 5 o'clock, but hey, I'm done with my work for today, he can put that half an hour in his ass, I don't mind. Plus, I will be home earlier cus there isn't a very big traffic jam yet.
I step into the elevator, nobody's in it, yet. I press the 0. And ofcourse, the next floor, John enters. I say hi, he says hi back. I hope with all mind that he doesn't go talking about his stocks again. It's like he hears me, he keeps his mouth shut. At the second floor, Jane enters. She's attractive as hell. But I wouldn't make a chance, plus, rumour says she's dating with Mark from tenth. Then at last the meter stops at 0. We all get out.
I get on the parking lot. I see my car, It's a Fiat Panda, very old. But it drives fine. And it wasn't expensive at all. I get my keys out of my pocket and open the door. I sit down, look at my watch. 16:40 it says. That's not too late. It's normal. Just as this day is, normal.
I drive out of the parking lot. I look at the sky, Clouds are forming, It's gonna rain soon, I say too myself. I hate rain. I become sad of it. You know in Mario's RPG, that frog, when he's sad, it rains. I'm the opposite. When It rains, I'm sad.
My watch tells me its 16:55. Just one traffic light more to go and I get on the open road, the highway. A red Mini Cooper is driving me before me and stops, I get behind it. I look in the mirror. Behind me, a Big Yellow SUV stops. I hate those cars. They're dangerous, they're bad for the envoriment, and it's a show-off. I hate show-offs.
It's still red, but that's normal. This traffic light always stays red for a while. It's a very short green light though. If that mini Cooper waits 5 seconds, for me it will be orange, and that SUV won't make it. At least, if he's not going trough the red. The light switches green.
The Mini Cooper stands still. 2 seconds pass by. I sound the horn, because I know this light switches back fast, and the red takes a long time. The car doesn't move. The SUV doesn't have a lot of patience too. He horns it too. 5 seconds passed. Come on man, drive. The Mini Cooper stands still.
It gets orange.
It gets red.
Weird, why didnt it drive? Did he fell asleep? He should have waken up by now, with all the horns. Nah, he can't be asleep. It starts to rain. Oh well, he must just didn't pay attention. It is weird though. Oh well, I decide to put my radio on. Maybe it'll cheer me a bit up, because it looks like it might even storm. The light switches to green again.
Now come on guy, drive! I sound the horn two times. The SUV doesn't have any patience left and gets out. It is a big man, with tattoo's all over the place. That's not ending good. I deside to get out myself and see what's going on. I open my door turn around and wave that I'll take care of it. It's red again.
I walk up to the car. Big drops are falling on my head. I walk over the Mini. Hmm, weird, it doesn't have his wipers on. Is it weird? I guess not, if you dont drive at a green light, you wouldn't know if it was raining either, I guess. I get to the driver's door and look through the window in the driver's seat.
It's empty.
How can it be empty? Is this some sort of joke? It was driving when I got here right? Was it? I don't remember, I looked at it the whole time right? I don't remember. I should tell the SUV now, and hey, a Mercedes Benz entered the line. I supposed I had to tell him too. Why didn't I just the let the big guy handle it. Here I am, in the pouring rain. Telling a big guy in a big SUV that the car in the first place of the traffic light doesnt have a driver in it.
I walk up to the SUV. At that moment. A taxi enters the line. A guy steps out, with an umbrella. He walks towards me. He does it swiftly, he looks at me, no, he looks behind me. A it's still there. I hear him mumble. Is it the driver of the Mini? He's slowing down now he's close to me and says.
'Sorry, I forgot my umbrella.'
And he walks on, and gets in the Mini.
Finally, half past 4, its not 5 o'clock, but hey, I'm done with my work for today, he can put that half an hour in his ass, I don't mind. Plus, I will be home earlier cus there isn't a very big traffic jam yet.
I step into the elevator, nobody's in it, yet. I press the 0. And ofcourse, the next floor, John enters. I say hi, he says hi back. I hope with all mind that he doesn't go talking about his stocks again. It's like he hears me, he keeps his mouth shut. At the second floor, Jane enters. She's attractive as hell. But I wouldn't make a chance, plus, rumour says she's dating with Mark from tenth. Then at last the meter stops at 0. We all get out.
I get on the parking lot. I see my car, It's a Fiat Panda, very old. But it drives fine. And it wasn't expensive at all. I get my keys out of my pocket and open the door. I sit down, look at my watch. 16:40 it says. That's not too late. It's normal. Just as this day is, normal.
I drive out of the parking lot. I look at the sky, Clouds are forming, It's gonna rain soon, I say too myself. I hate rain. I become sad of it. You know in Mario's RPG, that frog, when he's sad, it rains. I'm the opposite. When It rains, I'm sad.
My watch tells me its 16:55. Just one traffic light more to go and I get on the open road, the highway. A red Mini Cooper is driving me before me and stops, I get behind it. I look in the mirror. Behind me, a Big Yellow SUV stops. I hate those cars. They're dangerous, they're bad for the envoriment, and it's a show-off. I hate show-offs.
It's still red, but that's normal. This traffic light always stays red for a while. It's a very short green light though. If that mini Cooper waits 5 seconds, for me it will be orange, and that SUV won't make it. At least, if he's not going trough the red. The light switches green.
The Mini Cooper stands still. 2 seconds pass by. I sound the horn, because I know this light switches back fast, and the red takes a long time. The car doesn't move. The SUV doesn't have a lot of patience too. He horns it too. 5 seconds passed. Come on man, drive. The Mini Cooper stands still.
It gets orange.
It gets red.
Weird, why didnt it drive? Did he fell asleep? He should have waken up by now, with all the horns. Nah, he can't be asleep. It starts to rain. Oh well, he must just didn't pay attention. It is weird though. Oh well, I decide to put my radio on. Maybe it'll cheer me a bit up, because it looks like it might even storm. The light switches to green again.
Now come on guy, drive! I sound the horn two times. The SUV doesn't have any patience left and gets out. It is a big man, with tattoo's all over the place. That's not ending good. I deside to get out myself and see what's going on. I open my door turn around and wave that I'll take care of it. It's red again.
I walk up to the car. Big drops are falling on my head. I walk over the Mini. Hmm, weird, it doesn't have his wipers on. Is it weird? I guess not, if you dont drive at a green light, you wouldn't know if it was raining either, I guess. I get to the driver's door and look through the window in the driver's seat.
It's empty.
How can it be empty? Is this some sort of joke? It was driving when I got here right? Was it? I don't remember, I looked at it the whole time right? I don't remember. I should tell the SUV now, and hey, a Mercedes Benz entered the line. I supposed I had to tell him too. Why didn't I just the let the big guy handle it. Here I am, in the pouring rain. Telling a big guy in a big SUV that the car in the first place of the traffic light doesnt have a driver in it.
I walk up to the SUV. At that moment. A taxi enters the line. A guy steps out, with an umbrella. He walks towards me. He does it swiftly, he looks at me, no, he looks behind me. A it's still there. I hear him mumble. Is it the driver of the Mini? He's slowing down now he's close to me and says.
'Sorry, I forgot my umbrella.'
And he walks on, and gets in the Mini.
posted by jantje_lover | 10:25 PM
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The Broom
Every friday I was in the only class that got out at half past three. It was the worst day of the week. Most of the classes were out at 2, some at 2:45, but I was out at 3:30. I hated it, My math teacher would never let us out earlier. It's a normal class just like any other class, he would say. I can understand it, he only got 3 classes and we were behind the other math class, but I still hated it.
Every time I walked out of the front door, in the schoolyard. A man was sweeping. With a broom. It was an old witch-kind like broom. He swung it left and right, he crossed the whole schoolyard. When I got close to him, he never answered. He kept sweeping his broom.
That was what I hated the most about fridays, that man sweeping his broom. It would probably be underpaid. He would sweep there in rain, in snow, in the hot sun, every friday I saw him sweeping his broom.
That old witch-like broom, that kind of broom you expect Harry Potter to fly on. You expect to see it in history books. That kind of broom, that long brownhairy broom. I pitied him, I pitied him very much. My friends didn't care about that guy sweeping.
I was sad every friday, because every friday he was just sweeping, never looked at me, never said anything, never gave away anything that made it look like he noticed me. I was so sad about it.
Can I help him? How, how could I help this man out of his misery when he doesnt even notices me, he only notices that broom, that broom that he kept swinging left to right. That's it. That's it! I'll buy him a new broom! A nice broom, not that old-fashioned. A new broom.
It was friday again. I haven't bought him one, but I will next week when my salary had come in. I'll say it to him today though. The day, as all school days, moved slowly from one brabbling teacher to another. And finnaly the bell rung at math class. Well, finnaly.
How would I start. How would I start this conversation about me helping him, when we aren't even on a 'we-say-hi-to-each-other-relationshop'. Should I start with a 'hi' again, and a I'll buy you a new broom. Maybe he's deaf! Wow, why did that never cross my mind. Well, if he's deaf, and I just say 'I'll buy you a new broom' he wouldnt notice. I walked out the front door.
I was in luck, he was on the left side of the schoolyard. That's in the direction of my bike. I walked to him. Said hi, he didn't react, and then just flapped it out. 'I'll buy you a new broom.'
He looked up, finnaly our 'relationship' has come to a new level. He looked back down again. He heard me, he had hear me say 'I'll buy you a new broom.'
'I'll give it too you next week.' I said, he didn't react. 'Bye.' It was friday, and I wasn't sad. I was happy. I was happy some guy who was sweeping the schoolyard reacted to me.
It is Thursday, and my salary has come in. I went to shop and looked for the best broom I could find. Ah, this one should work well. It was a brown broom. With black hairs. Much better as that old thing he was working with.
I got my broom to school at lunch time. I got a lot of 'Great work yesterday's.' But I did not care. He would be happy with his new broom. The Math class was more boring than others. But it didn't matter. He would get a better broom, and I won't be sad once more.
I walked out of the front door. I looked left, he was not there. I looked right, he was not there. He was gone. I went in to ask the janitor if 'the guy who sweeps the schoolyard' was sick. He answered with a very cold voice.
'No, he killed himself last wednesday.'
Every time I walked out of the front door, in the schoolyard. A man was sweeping. With a broom. It was an old witch-kind like broom. He swung it left and right, he crossed the whole schoolyard. When I got close to him, he never answered. He kept sweeping his broom.
That was what I hated the most about fridays, that man sweeping his broom. It would probably be underpaid. He would sweep there in rain, in snow, in the hot sun, every friday I saw him sweeping his broom.
That old witch-like broom, that kind of broom you expect Harry Potter to fly on. You expect to see it in history books. That kind of broom, that long brownhairy broom. I pitied him, I pitied him very much. My friends didn't care about that guy sweeping.
I was sad every friday, because every friday he was just sweeping, never looked at me, never said anything, never gave away anything that made it look like he noticed me. I was so sad about it.
Can I help him? How, how could I help this man out of his misery when he doesnt even notices me, he only notices that broom, that broom that he kept swinging left to right. That's it. That's it! I'll buy him a new broom! A nice broom, not that old-fashioned. A new broom.
It was friday again. I haven't bought him one, but I will next week when my salary had come in. I'll say it to him today though. The day, as all school days, moved slowly from one brabbling teacher to another. And finnaly the bell rung at math class. Well, finnaly.
How would I start. How would I start this conversation about me helping him, when we aren't even on a 'we-say-hi-to-each-other-relationshop'. Should I start with a 'hi' again, and a I'll buy you a new broom. Maybe he's deaf! Wow, why did that never cross my mind. Well, if he's deaf, and I just say 'I'll buy you a new broom' he wouldnt notice. I walked out the front door.
I was in luck, he was on the left side of the schoolyard. That's in the direction of my bike. I walked to him. Said hi, he didn't react, and then just flapped it out. 'I'll buy you a new broom.'
He looked up, finnaly our 'relationship' has come to a new level. He looked back down again. He heard me, he had hear me say 'I'll buy you a new broom.'
'I'll give it too you next week.' I said, he didn't react. 'Bye.' It was friday, and I wasn't sad. I was happy. I was happy some guy who was sweeping the schoolyard reacted to me.
It is Thursday, and my salary has come in. I went to shop and looked for the best broom I could find. Ah, this one should work well. It was a brown broom. With black hairs. Much better as that old thing he was working with.
I got my broom to school at lunch time. I got a lot of 'Great work yesterday's.' But I did not care. He would be happy with his new broom. The Math class was more boring than others. But it didn't matter. He would get a better broom, and I won't be sad once more.
I walked out of the front door. I looked left, he was not there. I looked right, he was not there. He was gone. I went in to ask the janitor if 'the guy who sweeps the schoolyard' was sick. He answered with a very cold voice.
'No, he killed himself last wednesday.'
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The Twin
I have a twin. I am 16 and now I find out that, I have a twin. What does he look like, we're identical, but would it actually be like a mirror? Would he move the same as I do? Do we have the same hobbies? He's moving here next week!
Ofcourse the whole school knew it. That guy, I heard he has twin. I see all them whispering. I love how they whisper about me. It makes me feel good. My friends are also excited. I can't stop talking about him. Thinking about him. Just 3 days before he moves in!
I am adopted, he is not. He stayed with his mom, but I was put on the stairs in front of the courthouse. My 'parents' found me, and raised me. Never was I told they weren't my real parents. Hell, they even look a bit like me. Not untill a week ago, he called me, he called me over the phone saying our mom has past away too. My father died before we were born. I did not understand one bit. We talked for 2 hours and he left me speechless. Just one day left.
In a few moments I'll see how he looks like. In a few moments he's going to walk out that door. I hope I recognize him, and he me too. What am I thinking? He's my twin! My 'mother' was really excitied too. And then, there he was.
He was exactly like me. It was so weird. He had a green sweater, jeans. And long hair. But it was him. It was him for sure. I walked up to him, and we hugged. It was weird, tears where falling down on the ground. It was my twin. I just saw him, and still I felt like I knew everything about him. It was weird, but great.
We talked about everything, he didn't have any girlfriends either, yet. We laughed. He loves Metal Gear Solid too. He doesn't listen all that much music, but if he does. It's just some nice relaxing music. He likes to draw a lot. He's very into manga. I don't draw, but I sure am artistic with my flash movies.
We talked on the way home, we talked at dinner, we talked till 3 in the morning. Hell, he even had the same phone as me. Coïncidence, maybe, but he really liked the look of it too. Tomorrow is monday. The whole school will see him. And how he is exactly like me.
My 'mom' drove us to school. He didn't have a bike. We stepped out of the car, and everybody flocked around us. We were late for class. But the teacher was so shocked that there suddenly was two of us, he didn't knew, we got out of it.
That day, we were the hottest item. Somehow, the local tv station found out. They wanted an interview, we gave them one. It became the first item that evening. We decided to go walk the dog, people were recognising us. we walked extra long. The attention got us both. We adored it.
It was weird, I didn't get all the attention anymore. People wanted to know, what he was like. They wanted to know if he could also make awesome flashes. He would show his drawings. People would applaud him for his drawings. I got bored with him.
Yes, he is my twin, he is exactly the same. He needs attention too. But he shouldn't go stealing it from me. He took away my friend, the girls were longing for his long hair. I was nothing. I couldn't stand it. I'll kill him.
What am I thinking? Am I going to kill my twin brother? How can I ever? It's a person, I'm a person. I'm that person. He is me. He gets all the attention I want. All the attention I need! I'll kill him.
It's our first saturday night, the first saturday night after the arrival. I got my 'dads' gun from his drawer. It is loaded. I take my brother to the place where 'I always go on saturday night'. It was late, it was dark. I took him in an ally.
'What are you doing in this dull alley, nobody's around here.'
'It's a good thing no one's around. Here let me show you something.'
I've gone over this so many times in my head. I'll show him the graffiti I painted yesterday. And then I'll get my gun, and I'll shoot him from the back. And I will get the attention he took away from me. I'll kill him.
'Look over there.'
'It's just some graffit.'
'Look better.'
He gets a good look, and I get a good shoting position. He never expected. The gunshot filled the alley. He fell on the ground. A clear headshot.
I was unique again.
I look into the mirror. Is it me, or is it my twin. I don't know. I don't need to know. He won't get any attention if he's behind that mirror. He won't be able to steal mine. I look at the window. I see the sky, I see the stars again. I'm one of them. But I won't see them fully in 20 years.
Now, there's bars in front of them.
Ofcourse the whole school knew it. That guy, I heard he has twin. I see all them whispering. I love how they whisper about me. It makes me feel good. My friends are also excited. I can't stop talking about him. Thinking about him. Just 3 days before he moves in!
I am adopted, he is not. He stayed with his mom, but I was put on the stairs in front of the courthouse. My 'parents' found me, and raised me. Never was I told they weren't my real parents. Hell, they even look a bit like me. Not untill a week ago, he called me, he called me over the phone saying our mom has past away too. My father died before we were born. I did not understand one bit. We talked for 2 hours and he left me speechless. Just one day left.
In a few moments I'll see how he looks like. In a few moments he's going to walk out that door. I hope I recognize him, and he me too. What am I thinking? He's my twin! My 'mother' was really excitied too. And then, there he was.
He was exactly like me. It was so weird. He had a green sweater, jeans. And long hair. But it was him. It was him for sure. I walked up to him, and we hugged. It was weird, tears where falling down on the ground. It was my twin. I just saw him, and still I felt like I knew everything about him. It was weird, but great.
We talked about everything, he didn't have any girlfriends either, yet. We laughed. He loves Metal Gear Solid too. He doesn't listen all that much music, but if he does. It's just some nice relaxing music. He likes to draw a lot. He's very into manga. I don't draw, but I sure am artistic with my flash movies.
We talked on the way home, we talked at dinner, we talked till 3 in the morning. Hell, he even had the same phone as me. Coïncidence, maybe, but he really liked the look of it too. Tomorrow is monday. The whole school will see him. And how he is exactly like me.
My 'mom' drove us to school. He didn't have a bike. We stepped out of the car, and everybody flocked around us. We were late for class. But the teacher was so shocked that there suddenly was two of us, he didn't knew, we got out of it.
That day, we were the hottest item. Somehow, the local tv station found out. They wanted an interview, we gave them one. It became the first item that evening. We decided to go walk the dog, people were recognising us. we walked extra long. The attention got us both. We adored it.
It was weird, I didn't get all the attention anymore. People wanted to know, what he was like. They wanted to know if he could also make awesome flashes. He would show his drawings. People would applaud him for his drawings. I got bored with him.
Yes, he is my twin, he is exactly the same. He needs attention too. But he shouldn't go stealing it from me. He took away my friend, the girls were longing for his long hair. I was nothing. I couldn't stand it. I'll kill him.
What am I thinking? Am I going to kill my twin brother? How can I ever? It's a person, I'm a person. I'm that person. He is me. He gets all the attention I want. All the attention I need! I'll kill him.
It's our first saturday night, the first saturday night after the arrival. I got my 'dads' gun from his drawer. It is loaded. I take my brother to the place where 'I always go on saturday night'. It was late, it was dark. I took him in an ally.
'What are you doing in this dull alley, nobody's around here.'
'It's a good thing no one's around. Here let me show you something.'
I've gone over this so many times in my head. I'll show him the graffiti I painted yesterday. And then I'll get my gun, and I'll shoot him from the back. And I will get the attention he took away from me. I'll kill him.
'Look over there.'
'It's just some graffit.'
'Look better.'
He gets a good look, and I get a good shoting position. He never expected. The gunshot filled the alley. He fell on the ground. A clear headshot.
I was unique again.
I look into the mirror. Is it me, or is it my twin. I don't know. I don't need to know. He won't get any attention if he's behind that mirror. He won't be able to steal mine. I look at the window. I see the sky, I see the stars again. I'm one of them. But I won't see them fully in 20 years.
Now, there's bars in front of them.
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The Girl
She smiled at me. I can't believe she smiled at me. I will never forget it. She smiled at me. During English, she looked back, and smiled at me. I got red instantly, she didn't see it. She smiled at me. She just turned around, let her long brown hair wave to the other side, looked right at me, and smiled. I am the happiest guy in the world. She smiled, at me.
I did not hear what that english teacher said, nor my math teacher. I got instantly hit on dodgeball. It doesn't matter, now she smiled at me. I drove home. I can't believe she smiled at me. Those beautiful eyes were looking at me. And they smiled, they smiled with the mouth. Her face was happy, and she looked at me.
What should I do now? Why am I this shy! She deliverd a signal. I should send one back. But how? Should I make a smile back? That's too little. Should I just step up to her, and ask her out? That's too much. What should I do know?
I dreamed of her, I thaught of her. I drove back to school. There she was, she was alone. This my chance. This is it. She's alone, and I'm too. I should ask her out!
She was walking up to the front door, I walked swiftly to get to her. I walked beside her, I opened the door for her. She said thanks, and smiled again. I was walking next to her again. I felt warm, her long hear was dancing next to me. Now, you got to talk now!
'Hi' I started
'Hey'
'I heard the math teacher is sick.'
'Really?'
'Yeah, this means we're off early.'
'Yes, great.'
Now, you got to ask now! She's off early, you can do something with her then! Ask it, you need to!
'Hey'
'What?'
'Do you have something to do tonight?'
We took a left, heading for the stairs. I was starting to sweat. She's going to say now. I know it. She's this quiet, she's thinking of a way to say this.
'Yes, I'm sorry, I'm going to the movies...'
There you have it, she's going to the movies. With her boyfriend. Of course she had a boyfriend, a girl that beautiful. How could I ever think I had a chance with her. How could I ever? She smiled, but not because she likes me. She felt sorry for me.
I hate this day, I'm walking next to her, but she doesnt want me. She's got a boyfriend. She's going to the movies tonight. There'll be kissing. I can't take this. But I have to.
'but, ' She continued! Why? I already got it, you have a boyfriend, don't rub it in!
'but its not what you think.' How do you mean, its not what I think! I'm not thinking you're going with your mom. You're going with your boyfriend, Man, this day sucks.
'I'm going to the movies, but I won the ticket, and I have an extra one.' Oh you're smart-ass boyfriend won you a ticket. Wait, what?
'You want me to go with you?' I flapped it out. It was a reflex.
'I would love you to go with me!'
I'm the happiest guy on earth.
I did not hear what that english teacher said, nor my math teacher. I got instantly hit on dodgeball. It doesn't matter, now she smiled at me. I drove home. I can't believe she smiled at me. Those beautiful eyes were looking at me. And they smiled, they smiled with the mouth. Her face was happy, and she looked at me.
What should I do now? Why am I this shy! She deliverd a signal. I should send one back. But how? Should I make a smile back? That's too little. Should I just step up to her, and ask her out? That's too much. What should I do know?
I dreamed of her, I thaught of her. I drove back to school. There she was, she was alone. This my chance. This is it. She's alone, and I'm too. I should ask her out!
She was walking up to the front door, I walked swiftly to get to her. I walked beside her, I opened the door for her. She said thanks, and smiled again. I was walking next to her again. I felt warm, her long hear was dancing next to me. Now, you got to talk now!
'Hi' I started
'Hey'
'I heard the math teacher is sick.'
'Really?'
'Yeah, this means we're off early.'
'Yes, great.'
Now, you got to ask now! She's off early, you can do something with her then! Ask it, you need to!
'Hey'
'What?'
'Do you have something to do tonight?'
We took a left, heading for the stairs. I was starting to sweat. She's going to say now. I know it. She's this quiet, she's thinking of a way to say this.
'Yes, I'm sorry, I'm going to the movies...'
There you have it, she's going to the movies. With her boyfriend. Of course she had a boyfriend, a girl that beautiful. How could I ever think I had a chance with her. How could I ever? She smiled, but not because she likes me. She felt sorry for me.
I hate this day, I'm walking next to her, but she doesnt want me. She's got a boyfriend. She's going to the movies tonight. There'll be kissing. I can't take this. But I have to.
'but, ' She continued! Why? I already got it, you have a boyfriend, don't rub it in!
'but its not what you think.' How do you mean, its not what I think! I'm not thinking you're going with your mom. You're going with your boyfriend, Man, this day sucks.
'I'm going to the movies, but I won the ticket, and I have an extra one.' Oh you're smart-ass boyfriend won you a ticket. Wait, what?
'You want me to go with you?' I flapped it out. It was a reflex.
'I would love you to go with me!'
I'm the happiest guy on earth.
posted by jantje_lover | 10:21 PM
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The Street
So I was walking on the street. I did not know what was going to happen. I didnt know of the terrible thing that was going to happen to me. I was walking there and I began to feel, weird. I could not describe it. It didn't feel like a bad thing, or did it? I don't remember.
It was dark, but I didnt care, these days it gets dark early. It was a normal day, except for the weird feeling. But I forgot about the weird feeling and walked on. After a minute though, I started to feel someone was watching me. Allthough I walked this street many times, I never felt watched here. I feel watched when im passing through 9th Avenue, and thats only because Mr. Smith actually watches every person. However in AppleStreet I never felt watched before. Now I did. I began to feel something was going on. I didnt know what was going on. Did it even concern me at that time? No, I walked on.
The street was empty, weird, it hadnt even become dinner time yet. Or did it? I looked at my watch, my watch, was gone. Hm, I must forgot to put it on this morning. I reached for my pocket to check the time on my mobile. It wasnt in my pocket, nor was my wallet. I had been robbed. The mobile was old, the digital watch didnt show the seconds anymore, and I was broke anyway. It didnt matter that much. I wasnt happy about it though.
I started to walk a bit faster. Not much, just a swifter pace. Where was I going? I couldnt even remember! Where the hell was I going? Was I going home? No, cant be, I just left my house. Where was I going? I stopped. Why dont I remember where I was going.
Suddenly a car came around the corner, 200 metres away. It had its big lights on. It was a big car. It drove towards me. It didnt drive fast. But it came closer and closer to me. I suddenly was afraid. It could barely tell what kind of car it was. Was it a van? SUV? It was now a 100 meters away? Should I just continue to walk normally? Should I run away? 75 meters. Should I phone my mom? No cant do that. 50 meters. Should I cry out for help? 25 meters.
I decided to run, but you cant outrun a car, The car was next to me. I looked at the drivers window, it was my mom, she had a gun.
I heard a gunshot. The street was silent once again.
I woke up, it was just a dream.
It was dark, but I didnt care, these days it gets dark early. It was a normal day, except for the weird feeling. But I forgot about the weird feeling and walked on. After a minute though, I started to feel someone was watching me. Allthough I walked this street many times, I never felt watched here. I feel watched when im passing through 9th Avenue, and thats only because Mr. Smith actually watches every person. However in AppleStreet I never felt watched before. Now I did. I began to feel something was going on. I didnt know what was going on. Did it even concern me at that time? No, I walked on.
The street was empty, weird, it hadnt even become dinner time yet. Or did it? I looked at my watch, my watch, was gone. Hm, I must forgot to put it on this morning. I reached for my pocket to check the time on my mobile. It wasnt in my pocket, nor was my wallet. I had been robbed. The mobile was old, the digital watch didnt show the seconds anymore, and I was broke anyway. It didnt matter that much. I wasnt happy about it though.
I started to walk a bit faster. Not much, just a swifter pace. Where was I going? I couldnt even remember! Where the hell was I going? Was I going home? No, cant be, I just left my house. Where was I going? I stopped. Why dont I remember where I was going.
Suddenly a car came around the corner, 200 metres away. It had its big lights on. It was a big car. It drove towards me. It didnt drive fast. But it came closer and closer to me. I suddenly was afraid. It could barely tell what kind of car it was. Was it a van? SUV? It was now a 100 meters away? Should I just continue to walk normally? Should I run away? 75 meters. Should I phone my mom? No cant do that. 50 meters. Should I cry out for help? 25 meters.
I decided to run, but you cant outrun a car, The car was next to me. I looked at the drivers window, it was my mom, she had a gun.
I heard a gunshot. The street was silent once again.
I woke up, it was just a dream.
posted by jantje_lover | 10:19 PM
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The Calculator
I am tired. My math teacher is brabbling about triangles. I dont care. I've been listening to teachers all day. I'm about to fall asleep when my eye catches a poster. Its got a calculator on it.
There's nothing weird about it. Just a poster whcih describes all the functions my calculator does. Its boring, yet, I find it fascinating.
I look at the display, It's got two rows, one with 1+1, the other with 2. Why do I keep looking at it?
'The most powerfull tool with triangle's is Pythagoras' my teacher rambles on.
The poster is large, its 1.5 meter by 1 meter. The calculator got a lot of buttons. The usual numbers with the + - * and / sign, the =. Above it got buttons which got more powerful mathemathics functions. ^ % pi, above those, even more powerful. So it continues three rows of buttons. Then there's the screen again.
'Fascinating huh?' It says. I look at it. Why does it say fascinating huh. How can a screen on a calculator on a poster say fascinating? Am I dreaming?
Is this just like this morning, when my mom shot me? Could it be? I look away from the poster and look at it again. It's still there. I pinch myself in my arm. I try to wake up with all my mind. It doesnt work.
'You're not dreaming' the screen says. Im clear awake. This isnt normal. A screen on a calculator on a poster on the wall of the math classroom is actually talking to me.
'A^2 + B^2 = C^2, remember it well' my teacher walks in front of the poster. He doesnt see the poster. He doesnt notice it. He's in his own world now, full of triangle's square's, plusses, zero's ten's 5's and calculators.
I look at the calculator again. 'Great isn't it' It says. I wonder what's so great. It immideatly replies. 'This way of talking to each other' Who is behind this trick? Is it aliens? Is the Harry Potter world the truth?
The world slows down. What the hell is all this crap? I'm not dreaming am I? Am I? AM I DREAMING? I cant be. Everything is normal. There's nothing weird in the class. I have pain. I'm definately not dreaming. There is something weird though. That poster is weird. 'You're still not dreaming it says.'
The bell rings, I put my books in my bag. This was the last class. I'm going home. My mind is filled with questions. What is up with that poster?
I'm home, I watch TV but I am not at the same time. What is up with that poster, am I getting crazy? It isnt a dream, it cant be a dream. A dream that lasts a couple of hours? A dream in which everything seems normal, except a poster? It cant be.
I get behind the computer. Can a poster switch? Is it some kind of magic trick? Is the teacher playing a very foolish game with me?
I read a book. How did the poster read my mind? Do other people notice it too? Am I a selected person? Is it real? Is it the Matrix?
I go to bed. My dreams are filled with calculators. Talking ones. First its a normal one. Then its a talking one. Im on the street. I run from the calculators. There are too many. Finnaly, I wake up.
I eat breakfast. How can a calculator trick my mind this bad? Why can't I stop thinking about a stupid poster. It can't be real. It was your imagination. It is in your head.
I go to math class. I watch the poster. It says 1+1 = 2 again. I watch it the whole lesson. It was my imagination. It must've been. How can my mind imagine such weird things? I might have to get more sleep. That's it. It was my last lesson of the day and I was sleepy. I imagined the whole thing.
Weeks went by. The poster was a poster again. I tried to forget it. But ofcourse, I could not. Most of the time I did not think about it. I still did. It was so incredibly weird. How can I imagined such a weird thing? How can I imagine such a weird thing. My dreams, my dreams were still filled with calculators. I dreamed of nothing else but calculators. And on a normal day. It happened again. But it was different.
It was a normal day, it was the end of the day again, and was sleepy once more. The teacher was brabbling about squares this time. But it didnt make his lesson more interesting. I checked the poster again, expecting another 1+1. But it wasnt there. The screen was empty. No 1+1, no 2, no nothing. The creen of the calculator was empty. I was clear awake. The teacher rambled on. The screen was empty.
I watched it all lesson, and at the end of the lesson, something flashed on the screen. I was shocked. It only showed for one second. But I could clearly read it. It said, 'come back, tonight at midnight.' It was empty once again. But the message was printed into my eyes. Come back tonight at midnight. It shocked me to the bone.
I was in bed. It was 11 o'clock. My eyes were wide open. Come back tonight at midnight. What was going to happen tonight at midnight? Why at midnight? Why not after all the classes were done? I was terrified. I had to go. I needed to know what was going to happen tonight at midnight. However, I had to bring something with me. A camera! I should have one somewhere. I got out of bed silently, searching for my camera. There it was, on my desk. The batteries were okay. All old photo's were erased. I was ready.
I arrived at school. I checked my watch, it said 23:57. I decided I wont try to break into the school. Instead I would look from the window inside. I hoped the curtains weren't shut.
23:58 I was in luck, the curtains were open. The Poster was clearly visible through the window. What would happen in two minutes? Would it talk again?
23:59 I took a picture with nothing on the screen of the calculator. I watched my watch as it counted up to 60, 40 ... 50 ... 55 ... 57 ... 58 ... 59 ...
00:00 My watch was beeping, my heart was pumping, my eyes were aimed at the screen.
Nothing happened. I dont think my heart ever pumped this hard before.
00:01 What was I doing here? I am staring into my math classroom at midnight at some poster that I believe it talks to me.
00:02 'Sorry Im late.' The screen displayed. I quickly took a picture, it wasnt clear. My hands were trembling too much. I closed my eyes for a second. Took a deep breath. Took another picture. I put the camera in my pocket. Pushed my head against the window, and replied. 'It's okay.'
'Want to know why you are here?'
'Yes.'
'You want to know why this screen is talking to you?'
'Yes.'
'This screen is talking to you because...'
'Because what?'
'Because you are...'
'Im what?'
It looked like the screen took a deep breath, then it screamed. My ears bleaded. My mind knew it was the truth. It screamed one word.
'Crazy'
There's nothing weird about it. Just a poster whcih describes all the functions my calculator does. Its boring, yet, I find it fascinating.
I look at the display, It's got two rows, one with 1+1, the other with 2. Why do I keep looking at it?
'The most powerfull tool with triangle's is Pythagoras' my teacher rambles on.
The poster is large, its 1.5 meter by 1 meter. The calculator got a lot of buttons. The usual numbers with the + - * and / sign, the =. Above it got buttons which got more powerful mathemathics functions. ^ % pi, above those, even more powerful. So it continues three rows of buttons. Then there's the screen again.
'Fascinating huh?' It says. I look at it. Why does it say fascinating huh. How can a screen on a calculator on a poster say fascinating? Am I dreaming?
Is this just like this morning, when my mom shot me? Could it be? I look away from the poster and look at it again. It's still there. I pinch myself in my arm. I try to wake up with all my mind. It doesnt work.
'You're not dreaming' the screen says. Im clear awake. This isnt normal. A screen on a calculator on a poster on the wall of the math classroom is actually talking to me.
'A^2 + B^2 = C^2, remember it well' my teacher walks in front of the poster. He doesnt see the poster. He doesnt notice it. He's in his own world now, full of triangle's square's, plusses, zero's ten's 5's and calculators.
I look at the calculator again. 'Great isn't it' It says. I wonder what's so great. It immideatly replies. 'This way of talking to each other' Who is behind this trick? Is it aliens? Is the Harry Potter world the truth?
The world slows down. What the hell is all this crap? I'm not dreaming am I? Am I? AM I DREAMING? I cant be. Everything is normal. There's nothing weird in the class. I have pain. I'm definately not dreaming. There is something weird though. That poster is weird. 'You're still not dreaming it says.'
The bell rings, I put my books in my bag. This was the last class. I'm going home. My mind is filled with questions. What is up with that poster?
I'm home, I watch TV but I am not at the same time. What is up with that poster, am I getting crazy? It isnt a dream, it cant be a dream. A dream that lasts a couple of hours? A dream in which everything seems normal, except a poster? It cant be.
I get behind the computer. Can a poster switch? Is it some kind of magic trick? Is the teacher playing a very foolish game with me?
I read a book. How did the poster read my mind? Do other people notice it too? Am I a selected person? Is it real? Is it the Matrix?
I go to bed. My dreams are filled with calculators. Talking ones. First its a normal one. Then its a talking one. Im on the street. I run from the calculators. There are too many. Finnaly, I wake up.
I eat breakfast. How can a calculator trick my mind this bad? Why can't I stop thinking about a stupid poster. It can't be real. It was your imagination. It is in your head.
I go to math class. I watch the poster. It says 1+1 = 2 again. I watch it the whole lesson. It was my imagination. It must've been. How can my mind imagine such weird things? I might have to get more sleep. That's it. It was my last lesson of the day and I was sleepy. I imagined the whole thing.
Weeks went by. The poster was a poster again. I tried to forget it. But ofcourse, I could not. Most of the time I did not think about it. I still did. It was so incredibly weird. How can I imagined such a weird thing? How can I imagine such a weird thing. My dreams, my dreams were still filled with calculators. I dreamed of nothing else but calculators. And on a normal day. It happened again. But it was different.
It was a normal day, it was the end of the day again, and was sleepy once more. The teacher was brabbling about squares this time. But it didnt make his lesson more interesting. I checked the poster again, expecting another 1+1. But it wasnt there. The screen was empty. No 1+1, no 2, no nothing. The creen of the calculator was empty. I was clear awake. The teacher rambled on. The screen was empty.
I watched it all lesson, and at the end of the lesson, something flashed on the screen. I was shocked. It only showed for one second. But I could clearly read it. It said, 'come back, tonight at midnight.' It was empty once again. But the message was printed into my eyes. Come back tonight at midnight. It shocked me to the bone.
I was in bed. It was 11 o'clock. My eyes were wide open. Come back tonight at midnight. What was going to happen tonight at midnight? Why at midnight? Why not after all the classes were done? I was terrified. I had to go. I needed to know what was going to happen tonight at midnight. However, I had to bring something with me. A camera! I should have one somewhere. I got out of bed silently, searching for my camera. There it was, on my desk. The batteries were okay. All old photo's were erased. I was ready.
I arrived at school. I checked my watch, it said 23:57. I decided I wont try to break into the school. Instead I would look from the window inside. I hoped the curtains weren't shut.
23:58 I was in luck, the curtains were open. The Poster was clearly visible through the window. What would happen in two minutes? Would it talk again?
23:59 I took a picture with nothing on the screen of the calculator. I watched my watch as it counted up to 60, 40 ... 50 ... 55 ... 57 ... 58 ... 59 ...
00:00 My watch was beeping, my heart was pumping, my eyes were aimed at the screen.
Nothing happened. I dont think my heart ever pumped this hard before.
00:01 What was I doing here? I am staring into my math classroom at midnight at some poster that I believe it talks to me.
00:02 'Sorry Im late.' The screen displayed. I quickly took a picture, it wasnt clear. My hands were trembling too much. I closed my eyes for a second. Took a deep breath. Took another picture. I put the camera in my pocket. Pushed my head against the window, and replied. 'It's okay.'
'Want to know why you are here?'
'Yes.'
'You want to know why this screen is talking to you?'
'Yes.'
'This screen is talking to you because...'
'Because what?'
'Because you are...'
'Im what?'
It looked like the screen took a deep breath, then it screamed. My ears bleaded. My mind knew it was the truth. It screamed one word.
'Crazy'
posted by jantje_lover | 10:18 PM
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