* JUST WAITING FOR A CHANCE TO COME (ACE)
Apr 13, 2013 18:17:12 GMT -5
Post by charlotte noelle o'niall on Apr 13, 2013 18:17:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/25tugw4.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] it takes real guts to be alone it was during the last few years of her pathetically short life that charlotte had stopped caring as to whether she had any friends or not. and she supposed that it was good that she had, too, because it was apparent that none of her fellow classmates at phoenix union really wanted to be her friend, anyways. good, she had thought of the matter when she was alive, and good she still thought now. there literally was no one in that prison cell she'd been forced to call a high school that wasn't a twat bucket. sure, a lot of teenagers said that about their schools, but the difference here was that charlotte actually meant it. when she said that everyone was a twat bucket, she meant that everyone was a twat bucket--because it was true. they were all whiny little bitches that spent so much time trying to figure out the circumference of a rectangle or whatever the fuck you used that for that none of them had the slightest iota as to how to grow a personality. so, charlotte hadn't really cared that she was the outcast of all outcasts during her four years of high school. she saw it like being given a choice of what to eat for lunch but all that's being offered to you are your absolute least favorite foods; it'd be so much easier to just not eat than take something you wouldn't even enjoy anyway. sure, you'd still want something to eat, but it's not like it was the end of the world or anything. there would be other meals. charlotte had been under the impression that there would be, anyways. after all, it's not like she expected to fall over the railing of a cruise ship just a little under two months after her eighteenth birthday. as far as she had been concerned at the time, she'd had a shitload of future to look forward to. if she were to be perfectly honest, she didn't exactly know what she wanted to do with said future, but the point was, the future was there, and what she was going to do with it would come in time. but perhaps that still held true. only in a different light. it was obvious that life continued on up here, just with some exceptions. so yes, charlotte o'niall still had some future left in her--maybe a lot of it. maybe it was just beginning. sure, she was dead. but when you really put it in perspective, saying you were dead here in the dirge was like saying that you were blond or that you were skinny or that you were tall or whatever you were. it was a character trait, and that was all. she wasn't lying still at the bottom of the ocean, not doing anything. she was moving. she was breathing. her heart was beating, for fuck's sake. and there was so much that could be done, so much that was left to be done. yes, the future was just beginning, indeed. but maybe this time it would be in the best interests of both charlotte and her future if she'd actually attempt to make a friend or two. okay, sure. she had olliver. and that was really great, honestly. olliver had to be the best friend charlotte could have ever asked for. she had only known him for so long but it hadn't taken him long to become something like family to her. and that wasn't an easy thing to do with charlotte. but olliver? he'd broken down lottie's walls like that, like there weren't even any there to start with. it was magic. pure fucking magic. it had to be. it only made sense. what other explanation was there? so it wasn't as if charlotte was wholly and completely alone in death. but the thing was that having only one friend for the rest of eternity, even if that friend was as wonderful and as amazing as olliver henry hughes, did not seem all that appealing to the fairy. maybe she'd been okay with that idea in life, but here, it was different. death had changed her in more ways than the obvious. but after eighteen years of pushing people away, how was she supposed to know how to do anything else? charlotte mulled this over in her mind now as she slid into an empty booth at the corner of the college dining hall, placing a bottle of miller lite and a meatball marinara sandwich on the table before her. the overly air conditioned dining hall as, oddly enough, the fairy's favorite eatery, at least on the weekends, when seemingly every student here and their mothers went out to eat, leaving this place, for the most part, completely unoccupied. it was pretty peaceful, to just have some time to herself, some time to get her thoughts together. and god knew she needed time--though it was still a little over two months away, the anniversary of the eighteen-year-old's death was approaching, and despite the fact that she was a lot better about the subject than she had been at the time, it really put things in perspective for her. so much shit had gone on in the last ten months that it seemed to come straight from some abc family sitcom. yeah. it was that ridiculous. and there was still two months left, two months just brimming with mystery with a plot twist at every corner. yup. it was exactly like an abc family sitcom. or at the very least, an mtv reality show. 18 and dead. it would've been a hit, charlotte could tell. it wasn't like being sixteen and pregnant was super stunning anymore nowadays, not with today's society. but to be eighteen and dead? well, yes, it happened a lot--a lot more than society bothered to realize, that was for damn sure--but if there was some way to broadcast the crap that went on in this animated graveyard? the daily struggle of the teenage corpse? charlotte would have watched it. it was weird how it had had to come to death before charlotte's life could really start. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |
