REVISION 7/10/2022
Sadie I dreamed of being on the stage, singing the songs I wrote, hoping it would inspire others. Today, I am going to achieve it. I always have my dreams shattered by basic bitches, but now, there is no turning back. I can now wear what I want, move how I want, and show who I truly am in front of people I don't want to back down. This is where I don't need to second guess every move I make or every word I spit. This is the chapter of my life where I can finally let go of the things I tried so hard to hold on to. I can finally be free, and this time, I won't hesitate bitch. I took a deep breath, the screams of Agon Bain flooding my eardrums. I have my eyes closed, watching a film where I can take off the wool and grow fur. But what if this is the setup the universe has made to trap the wolf? In a place where trust is a rare find, should I keep going? Will I be able to? The music I--or the dream me--was playing stopped when I heard my alarm, which is another song. Run, baby run, and
Anya Things have never escalated this quickly. Just many hours ago, I was just in a limo with mom, Kade, and the bodyguards. The bodyguards stayed where they always are; Kade is beside me using his phone, while mom is opposite us, ranting about that girl. She hated her so much that she broke her fake posh accent and the rule of no swearing. "THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! SHE THINKS SHE'S FUNNY? WELL, SHE ISN'T! SHE IS NOTHING BUT JEALOUS!. I am truly a goddess, and no one will ever be like me! She is nothing but a bad person. Look at her--her clothes are poor! She wears this...all black like she is going to kill someone! What she has is probably from thrift stores, and we know every good thing always comes from designers! She looks like a piece of shit!" I want to say that she is bullying a literal teenager, but I think she's aware. Mom is always judging people's clothes every time we are out. But I don't see the problem with the girl's outfit. It is nice. She is something I wish
Anya "How did you guys manage?" Asked one of the girl's friends as we walked. When I first saw them, I found them creepy, but maybe that is because they were looking down on us from the bin with the flashlight on their face. I thought they were gonna beat me. When they finally saw the flashlights on our faces, they were shocked, like they had just seen a fairy. "No way is that-?" one of them asked. "Ssh!" The girl said. She told them that I would be coming with them and that I was in trouble and needed to hide, which was said so quickly that her words jumbled a bit. Her friends gave her their hoodie and the girl's sandals which, from what I've heard, she left in one of their houses. Then we walk to a long alleyway leading to a tranquil town. Noise filled with groans and laughs from the group as one sang about the wall filled with chalk-drawn penises that we saw on the way. We've been walking for almost 30 minutes, and we are still walking. My legs are killing me. We are walk
Somewhere in another part of the world, Angelica was just chilling on the couch watching a N*****x movie. In the middle of the film, her phone rings. She gets pissed but decides to keep it in once she sees the caller ID. "Hey, mom" "Hey, how are you there?" "I'm good here. Just cooked ramen for dinner." "Is Dasie there?" "Umm…" Angelica put her popcorn down on the table and lay down. "Not sure..." "Can you check up on your sister?" "I've been calling her several times. She's probably out with her friends or something." "Well, chat with her and say she needs to go home! You'll never know what will happen!" "Yeah, mom, I will call her right away." "Thanks, Ella. Love you" ~!" Angelica said her sweet 'I love you' back before her mom hung up. She does not bother to call her sister and continues with the movie. Minutes later and Angelica got frustrated. It was another phone call, and she did not hesitate to throw a fit when she saw her group of friends video calling her. "Girls
Sadie “So who got the best outfits, by the way?” Bob asked as we put away the mic stands, wires, instruments, and the cameras. We are almost finished fixing them, but instead of completely cleaning them away, we all stopped and look at what we are wearing. As expected, we all wear black. We all look at Bob first, covered in black and purple--he wants to be the walking MANIA album. His hair, which he usually calls ‘waves of purple’, is joined with a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘black’ written all over it in purple. Dark purple skinny jeans with the rips surrounded by a lighter shade of purple. Lastly, his black converse where he painted the Fall Out Boy logo on the sides. His face only got purple eyeliner. We turn to Liam, who ha
Sadie “How did you manage?” That is what Liam asked me when I got out of the bathroom. I forgot the clothes that Austin has prepared for me. He let me borrow the clothes that are quite big enough for him, mainly from online that he accidentally bought in the wrong size. Liam was the one who volunteered to give them to me. Once I put the clothes on and get out, he suddenly pulled me down the stairs to ask this question. “I wanna know.” “Know what?” “About you and Anya.” I scoffed. “What about us? What’s in the garbage will stay in the garbage.” “Yeah, but what’s the deal? What happened? Tell me honestly.”
Sadie I did not expect things to escalatethisquickly. First, I “saved” Anya from her fans, lent her my clothes, played a song in front of her, liked the song, held my hand, thanked me, and now I am following her on the way to her home. The moment we left, I wasn’t sure what happened. When Anya asked me to come with her, my eyes were just locked with her, and she’s looking at me with hope. I felt my head move up and down slowly and this made her smile the same one she gave me when she thanked me. Then, she suddenly pulled me to the door after Liam and Bob left. She thanked Austin numerous times while the guy was confused why we’re holding hands (I did not hold her hand back, Anya
Anya This must be my dream. I must be sleeping with my eyes open right now. I try to feel things like the Converse on my feet stomping on a familiar road, the leaves on the trees beside the sidewalk, the soft hair of the person beside me. She turned around, a bit tense. “Sorry!” I whisper a squeal. “No no, it’s fine!” She whispered as well. “I was just surprised, that's all.” I continue to giggle and turn around.Finally a heist! A run-away! Something so exciting to ever happen in my life! I look back, too happy that I sometimes forget that I’m with Sadie. I ran back to join my partner-in-crime, just wrapping my arms on her shoulders and
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