My apologies for the very long update~~ school got me stressed therefore I stopped for a while until finals. Then I had a week of writing slump and less motivation because I start to forget my whole plans about this story and 2020 me thinks outlining ain't important to which I now regret doing. Sorry again for the mistakes, plotholes, and inactiveness. For those who are still sticking up with me, thank you. I'll be better I promise. I have already written 3 more chapters though I will start to update one chap every week starting today to keep you guys updated and give you something even when I'm busy. Again, Thank you and I love you all~~ ^^ <33
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
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
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
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
Anya It's dark. My surroundings are so dim that I can't even see my feet. Besides my heart racing, I can hear voices from every corner, chanting my name in syllables. An-ni-ya An-ni-ya An-ni-ya An-ni-ya The darkness is replaced by a thousand spotlights, and I can finally see my feet wearing those pink glittery heels my mom bought me before the show and the pleated skirt of my pink and black split-colored dress. A familiar tune started playing, and the chants grew louder. It's time, Anya, I told myself. You can do this. I managed to look up due to my heavy big blonde wig. Thousands of people filled the stadium, screaming my name and how much they loved me. I want to shout it back at them, but my line is about to start, so instead, I just put on a little smirk and started singing. The crowd went wild when I sang the first part. I swayed my body with the music and moved to different corners of the stage for each of them to see me. As soon as the chorus hit, the crowds sang alon
Sadie It's dark--because my eyes are closed. I am lying down on my bed the same way I usually do when I'm not sleeping: on my back, head hanging on the other side of the bed, while on the other end, I let my feet scrape on the soft light brown carpet that covered the whole floor. I may not see anything, though I can hear the songs on my playlist, ranging from My Chemical Romance to The Paper Kites. Now, I'm listening to Turns Within Me Turns Without Me. This suddenly triggers my mind, and finally, I am starting to see something. My mom and my sister--flashbacks from the past. The portrait of eight-year-old me with them and dad, showing off our widest grin. Until dad was cropped out of the picture and replaced us with another family. My mom was left hopeless in love and life, but she's still trying to keep things together. Maybe it's because she still has my sister and me. I could say that my mom and I are pretty similar. The only exception is that I am messy, lazy, and unwise. For
Anya Just another day. I was sleeping peacefully, thinking about Princess Bubblegum's Candy Kingdom and the crazy cocaine-intoxicating Uncle Grandpa's RV. I was having the best time of my life. Going on adventures while riding Giant Realistic Flying Tiger with Starchy behind me, solving the mystery of how Uncle Grandpa and the gang arrived in the Candy Kingdom and eventually got lost-- I'm a resident here for some reason. But then the sound of an ear-wrecking alarm clock beeping less than a foot away ruined my sweet dreams. My head jolted up, my eyes still half asleep. I slowly turn my head to the alarm clock and stare at it like an enemy. I reach my hand out and smack the button on top of it. I manage to look at the time from the black rectangular digital devil that woke me up from my sweet slumber. 5:35 am, written in red. It really is a devil. On the other hand, I mentally scratched my head. 5 am? That's...too early…Have I wrongly set the alarm last night? The white double door
Sadie Just another day. Another fucking day of suffering and cravings for death. I'm holding the bottom straps of my backpack as I walk on a grey sidewalk on my way to school. It's not the cold, rainy season, but the wind shakes the trees I'm passing by. My red school skirt flowed with it as I shivered. Good thing I am wearing my plain black hoodie over my white blouse. I should let my messy bun down, but I am too lazy. I could also lift the hood over my head, but for the same reasons, I can't. I can see half of the school, which only consists of 2-meter tall white walls surrounding it, making it look like a prison if they added barbed wires. I walked faster, my black school shoes clacking on the concrete sidewalk. It will take me five minutes before I reach the gate. This makes my walk to school a 25-minute walk from home. I went inside the gates, not bothering to look or even say good morning back to the guards. I walk fast inside the school and into my class as if it will end the