Anya
Every twigs and rock that I pass by I tend to pick it up. It wasn’t that hard finding them on the ground. Some sticks are long, some thick, and some have a fresh leaf sticking out from the stem connected to it, while some rocks I found are round and some are flat. I only grab ones that I can pocket in Sadie’s shorts while some sticks I found that can’t fit but are needed are on the ground, being kicked around by me. When I think that I have enough sticks and stones, I proceed to go back to our camping ground, which is not that far here.
“Hey,” I said when I’m close to the tent. "I found some sticks stones laying around here. It was quite a lot but I think it's best we are sure we got what we need." Then I noticed that Sadie was nowhere to be found. I kick the sticks forward with me and stop when they are right in front of our green
Hello~!! sorry for the very long wait~ I got sick for a few days then suddenly I just found out my laptop broke. Very sorry! With that, I will give you guys a sneak peak of future chap because ily: "There are so many things that Bob told me about you." "Huh?" "Yeah like how you like this one girl," "WHAT?!" Oh, now I wanna kill a bitch. "Well, he said you like her back then. Do you still like her now?" "I...Guess? I was sure I'm over her but now I'm just confused." It's her fault she showed up so suddenly. "Well, I'm thinking maybe you two would be a great pair." "What? Me? Her? No way! We don't know each other and if we do it's not like things will change anyway. Not that I'm hoping. I mean I just met her in a stinking-" I gulped. Shit.
SadieI watch the flames dance over the decaying bodies of the wood as they slowly turn to ash. The fire cackles as it keeps growing stronger. While I, a human, feel the warmth it gives and helps me not shiver much in this dark cold night. Hmm, it just goes to show that death can have its purpose. And I make sure that mine will be very helpful to those around me.I look up and see Anya just staring at the fire, watching it move like it’s entertaining us at the bar--not gonna lie the way this fire move is so sexy that if it’s a human woman I would fuck it.
Sadie And after that: silence. Again. A-fucking-gain. Anya is just staring at the fire most of the time, and I can sense that the heat of the fire is turning her cheeks red. Is that how nature works? Biology? Well, fuck school. The nature sounds seem calming but I don’t want Anya to feel this uncomfortable I clear my throat. “Look,” I said after gulping down my third bite of smores--I can’t finish them all with my companion feeling…not alright. Finally, I caught her attention with this. “I don’t know if I should ask thisbutI would rather cut off this silence instead of watching poor innocent lives slowly dying for our sake.” She cocks her head to the side and looks at me with fu
Anya I enter the tent with the corners of my cheeks pulled up to a smile, and it just stays there like there’s a pin that holds them in place. This night started with conflict but I am so glad that it did not stay that way. The corny jokes from Sadie got me through the night. After I fix my sleeping bag, I just lay down for a while and smile at the roof of the tent as if they’re the stars or Sadie’s jokes. Or Sadie’s cute face. I push away the thoughts.Please don’t do that,I told myself. Though I hate to admit that her face did make me smile. I look to my side, where Sadie might sleepbeside me…I can feel my cheeks warm.
Sadie Sadie, you can do it. Just jump!I can hear the voices in my head cheer but this one voice of mine disagrees with the rest and is trying to shout louder than the crowds which leaves me a little undecided. You don’t wanna leave Anya there.And It’s true: I don’t. But she knows already. She has my phone and my password, and she’s probably watching them right now. I have to get this over with before she catches me here. Half of my feet are now on the edge of the cliff, as I watch little rocks falling. I can barely see the ground from here—The beautiful trees are almost covering it.Well, at least I
SadieAt 4:30 am, we packed everything and took a walk from here downwards--which is a longer walk than up the hill well, at least we are not going to walk a steep path up or we might die here. I am worried about Anya. She barely slept, and I know it’s because of me. I keep telling her that we can stop for a while but we only do so whenever we make raw s'mores—s'mores minus the burning of marshmallows in the fire—to amplify our energy. I already contacted our first destination and I’m surprised she was awake when I did. So this plan, according to the mastermind who created it, is called “OPERATION: BUILD YOUR WORLD” which she took from my notebook and I was pretty embarrassed when I found out she saw it.“Don’t worry. I find your planet very wow.” She said. I don’t know what that means but it’s better not to know. I made this “planet” thing at 14 years old and embarrassingly, I am still filling up the list.So she plans to get us away from our problems and “create” the planet I made
On the other side of the world, Last year, Georgia and Sadie were finalizing their research paper in Georgia's place while getting drunk since her mom was away for another local hairstyling competition. Georgia hates it whenever her mom is gone for long since she has to be the one in charge of their hairstyling business. But not now, for she has Sadie. After finalizing their research, they sit on the floor cross-legged as they play games while drinking. "Drink responsiiiiblyyyyyy!" Sadie shouts out as their bottle clanks together in the air before they start chugging. It's her first time drinking—Georgia is 19 while Sadie will be 18 next year, "But it's just one year left, so why not enjoy it?" Georgia told her. Besides, Sadie is excited about drinking anyway, so she can't control the peer pressure. "Just for this time, we can drink again next year." That is what they both agreed on. Sadie says 'drink responsibly' in replacement for cheers when they first drank the bottle. When Geo
Chapter 26 Anya My dream continues with me fighting the Linch and his skeleton goons with Uncle Grandpa, Fin, Jake, and Pizza Steve, who is riding Giant Realistic Flying Tiger while shooting guns up from the sky. After I take down a few enemies, a familiar voice calls out to me. "Anya! Watch out!" Huh? I turn around, and before I know it, the Linch King is firing his green fire at me. I thought that was the end of me until someone pushed me out of the way. My back hit the ground, but my eyes are still on the Linch. I can see him being defeated by all powers and weapons of the people combined. I turn my head to see who saved me. It was Sadie in a dress, a long skirt on the bottom, and a metal chest plate on top. With a golden sword in her right, she reaches her left arm out to me. When I take it, she pulls me up, and her hand slowly slides down to my waist. "Are you alright, my beloved queen?" "Q-queen?" I'm so starstruck by what I see—her beautiful face—that I can't produce words
Sadie I never want to tell Georgia this. Reason 1: I won’t tell Georgia about my almost suicide because I know how she talks to me whenever I--accidentally--brought it up; 2: She would hate any of it. What surprises me is that Anya must have not told her either, which I am very thankful for. But why would she not tell? “Georgia.” I started calmly. “The plan is only between me and Anya. It doesn’t matter if you know-” “Why is it that you guys don’t wanna tell me? Do you not trust me? How is it so important that only you two need to know?” “Georgia-” “I am your friend, aren’t I, Sadie?” Shit. Not the friend card. Why is it always the friend card? “Sadie?” Georgia called to me, away from my thoughts and back at her. But I only look at her for a second. I put my hands behind me as I start to fidget--It would be embarrassing for them to see this, mostly Anya. Fuck! What should I say? “Why do you want to know?” Anya blurted out. Why is she doing this? “Because I said so?” Georgia
Sadie Speaking of the devil. I hope not. I know I need to move my ass, but I don’t know what to do. I can feel my heartbeat accelerate. The door to my room is wide fucking open. I don’t wanna blame Anya for this. She is already concerned, while I’m panicking. Shitshitshit please don’t go up. “Hello?” I recognize the slightly deep voice from below. Thank goodness it is not the devil. “Someone here?” My mother's voice gets softer as I hear footsteps walking to a different location of the house, probably the kitchen. I move quickly. Dropping my laptop beside me and kneel on the floor to zip my bags close. I grab both bags and put them on the bed, making a soft thud. I took my sling bag, grab one of the bags and push Anya the other. “Take this, let’s go,” I whisper as I start to wear both of the bags on my body. “But Sadie-” “We gotta hurry up Anya!” I whisper back to her. “Angelica--~!” She screams the name of the de- I mean the name of my sister. I look back at Anya, this time
AnyaBefore we were let go, Georgia gave us one more piece of advice: “If you want to be more unrecognizable, change your looks. Give yourselves a makeover. Anya, give Sadie a very colorful look. Sadie, give Anya that emo kind of style as well. Change your clothes too. If you guys have enough money you can buy on the way.” “So…Should we just abandon her clothes here?” Sadie said, referring to mine.“Yeah, if you’re good with it.” Georgia and Sadie look at me. I assure them that we have enough money to buy new stuff and I don’t mind leaving my clothes here. “Don’t worry,” Georgia added, “We give things for charity. It will be fine.” She also gives us face masks, in case we get recognized.We are by the door when Sadie and Georgia hug. They give each other one last smile as Sadie exits the building. Georgia’s head follows where Sadie goes and then she turns her head back to me.“What you’ve done is so amazing,” I told her.“Oh, it’s nothing!” Georgia scoffs.“You sure you don’t want me
SadieI never knew that coloring your hair can be so painful.Georgia describes the first two steps as “bleaching”. I call it hell. After coloring my hair, she wrapped it with plastic wrap and covered it in a shower cap to shield me from the blinding colors that I hate so much, according to Georgia. What a thoughtful friend. (insert sarcasm)“You can remove it in twenty minutes.” She said before opening the door. “Hey princess! Come here now!” She called out loud.I hear a faint of Anya’s voice from the bathroom shouting “I said don’t call me that!” Georgia giggles loudly as I walk behind her, my eyes watching my feet digging on a black and red checkered rug to dry my soles. As I walk my way to the living room, I look up and see Anya up close, her hair cap makes her look bald. She is looking grumpily at Georgia, and when she turns to me, she gives me a soft smile. “Hope you had a good time there.”I scoff, “As if I’d be happy having rainbows .”She chuckles before she walks past me t
Chapter 29SadieI remain seated on Georgia’s couch, where most of the customers sit and wait, and now I feel like one. I hate what Georgia will do to my hair--all full of colors and rainbow shit--but I see how she cuts people’s hair, and she does them successfully at least ninety percent! I could trust her to convince me in making me like the look.To lessen my boredom, I try to write songs but it doesn’t work when I force my brain to come up with meaningful lyrics. I ended up writing whatever comes up on my mind (I can’t tell apart/ The beating on my heart/ Is this love or is this just anxiety/Making this already shitty life hard for me.) I am nervous that Georgia’s deep hatred for Anya will affect her cutting Anya’s hair but it didn’t. From here, short hair looks so good on her. It’s the haircut I always wanted but my mom told me “It’s not very holy in the eyes of God.” It’s not like I am taking off my clothes though! Or maybe hair is the clothes of my naked head. But if so, where
Anya I am the first one that will be given a makeover by Georgia and I feel nervous. She explained the haircut she will give us. Sadie’s hair will be full of vibrant colors since she is known to use dark ones, while mine will be straight, short, shaved halfway, and will be dyed with a darker color so I wouldn’t get recognized easily. “People only know you with a brunette or blonde hair. They haven’t seen you with your hair cut off short, too. I can’t say all people won't recognize you but I think most of them are stupid.” She said, I hope this will be worth it. I stare at my reflection while glancing at Sadie's sitting on the couch while skimming through a magazine. The corners of my lips start rising. I flinch when a white thin sheet wraps around me. Looking back at my reflection, Georgia is fixing the sheet on me. “Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to sabotage your hair even though I hate you. I don’t wanna waste my talent by fucking up your look. If it looks ugly on you, it’s
Sadie I never want to tell Georgia this. Reason 1: I won’t tell Georgia about my almost suicide because I know how she talks to me whenever I--accidentally--brought it up; 2: She would hate any of it. What surprises me is that Anya must have not told her either, which I am very thankful for. But why would she not tell? “Georgia.” I started calmly. “The plan is only between me and Anya. It doesn’t matter if you know-” “Why is it that you guys don’t wanna tell me? Do you not trust me? How is it so important that only you two need to know?” “Georgia-” “I am your friend, aren’t I, Sadie?” Shit. Not the friend card. Why is it always the friend card? “Sadie?” Georgia called to me, away from my thoughts and back at her. But I only look at her for a second. I put my hands behind me as I start to fidget--It would be embarrassing for them to see this, mostly Anya. Fuck! What should I say? “Why do you want to know?” Anya blurted out. Why is she doing this? “Because I said so?” Georgia
Chapter 26 Anya My dream continues with me fighting the Linch and his skeleton goons with Uncle Grandpa, Fin, Jake, and Pizza Steve, who is riding Giant Realistic Flying Tiger while shooting guns up from the sky. After I take down a few enemies, a familiar voice calls out to me. "Anya! Watch out!" Huh? I turn around, and before I know it, the Linch King is firing his green fire at me. I thought that was the end of me until someone pushed me out of the way. My back hit the ground, but my eyes are still on the Linch. I can see him being defeated by all powers and weapons of the people combined. I turn my head to see who saved me. It was Sadie in a dress, a long skirt on the bottom, and a metal chest plate on top. With a golden sword in her right, she reaches her left arm out to me. When I take it, she pulls me up, and her hand slowly slides down to my waist. "Are you alright, my beloved queen?" "Q-queen?" I'm so starstruck by what I see—her beautiful face—that I can't produce words
On the other side of the world, Last year, Georgia and Sadie were finalizing their research paper in Georgia's place while getting drunk since her mom was away for another local hairstyling competition. Georgia hates it whenever her mom is gone for long since she has to be the one in charge of their hairstyling business. But not now, for she has Sadie. After finalizing their research, they sit on the floor cross-legged as they play games while drinking. "Drink responsiiiiblyyyyyy!" Sadie shouts out as their bottle clanks together in the air before they start chugging. It's her first time drinking—Georgia is 19 while Sadie will be 18 next year, "But it's just one year left, so why not enjoy it?" Georgia told her. Besides, Sadie is excited about drinking anyway, so she can't control the peer pressure. "Just for this time, we can drink again next year." That is what they both agreed on. Sadie says 'drink responsibly' in replacement for cheers when they first drank the bottle. When Geo
SadieAt 4:30 am, we packed everything and took a walk from here downwards--which is a longer walk than up the hill well, at least we are not going to walk a steep path up or we might die here. I am worried about Anya. She barely slept, and I know it’s because of me. I keep telling her that we can stop for a while but we only do so whenever we make raw s'mores—s'mores minus the burning of marshmallows in the fire—to amplify our energy. I already contacted our first destination and I’m surprised she was awake when I did. So this plan, according to the mastermind who created it, is called “OPERATION: BUILD YOUR WORLD” which she took from my notebook and I was pretty embarrassed when I found out she saw it.“Don’t worry. I find your planet very wow.” She said. I don’t know what that means but it’s better not to know. I made this “planet” thing at 14 years old and embarrassingly, I am still filling up the list.So she plans to get us away from our problems and “create” the planet I made