Ann: hey, what if you gave me a ride to school?
Ann's brother: no way dude, it's a complete different route
Ann: just take the different route? it's not difficult, you are on car, I'm walking
Ann's brother: than pay for my gasoline BRO
Ann's mother: Ann he is not taking you, it'd be too much of a hassle for him, his class start earlier than yours
Ann's mother: and it's good for you to walk to school, i used to do the same and i loved to watch all the different types of birds and how they interacted with each other
Ann's mother: there are plenty of interesting things you may see while walking, you could look at people and start analysing them, pondering about their lives
Ann's mother: jumping to conclusions and trying to imagine what they do and what they like hahaha
Ann's mother: that is such an Ann thing to do hahahaha
Ann: ....
Ann: stop being cheap i don't have money for gasoline
Ann: I'm your sister
Ann's brother: dude i'm not participating in this chat anymore, I'm gone
Ann's brother: I don't give a fuck if you have to walk or not
Ann's mother: watch your language
Ann's brother: oh
Ann's brother: sorry
Ann's brother: what i mean is
Ann's brother: I don't have time for your needs
Ann's brother: cuz mine are more important
Ann's brother: you may think I'm a douchebag but i'm being honest, dude you are in school
Ann's brother: you gotta be braindamaged not to pass
Ann: a couple of your friends didn't pass
Ann's brother: I am going throught university
Ann's brother: I need that car, you don't
Ann's brother: you need to burn the piggy fat that makes you look like past date jelly
Ann's brother: ok im going, bye mom, bye
Ann stares at her brother and keep staring at his afterimage after he is gone, losing track of time daydreaming is one of her favorite hobbies it seems, walking to school may bring some good things, she may find herself in a really good situation. She knows that sometimes her negativity is the bringer of bad luck and she has all the power to make this day, the first day of her second school year, a good day.
Yes! What a beeeeautiful day it is, considering you are a gloomy goth that drools at any opportunity to make silent hill references. The sky is gray, there is not a hole for you to peak, it gives the sensation that the sky may not even be there anymore, but if that were the case it has been for a long time, [Rattlesaketown] has yet to have a sunny day in the last couple of years, but today it is more intense, the clouds are hungry and they need more than blue, they invaded the surface of the earth and they hunger for dirt. If there was a bus in a distance of 4 meters going directly at her she would most likely be dead without knowing why, does anything further than 4 meters from her even exist or are they going to pop into reality as soon as she start moving? She could feed these hipothetical existential questions just to enhance her paranoia but today she just does not feel like it, there is no point and everything is clearly there, she just can't see it right now because of the dense fog.
Everything may look a little gloomy for her but she knows if she just believes hard enough good things will come, she just gotta believe
there will hardly be any birds to be watched, damn fog.
but wait, what is that?
poor kid, poor cat, it is never easy to loose someone you love. The apathy Ann recieved in a silver platter as a present from her medicine is not enough to deprive her of basic human emotions. She IS soft, she feels for the kid, so young. She can not revive the cat, like that would happen, that is as probable as demons and unicorns and what not. She thinks all that as she walk in the direction of an ice cream truck, even in her most common state of mind Ann had difficulty dealing with people mourning specially kids mourning for such a recent tragedy, she could just walk away but if she was in his position she knows what could make her a little happier.
Ann: here little friend, I saw you in this situation, and i bought you this popsicle
Kid: i don't like chocolate
Ann: ok
Ann: so
Ann: ...
Ann: yeah, i don't think you should be here
Kid: lady can you help my cat?
It was not even up for debate, she is not a vet but she can see souls, the cat did not have a soul anymore, the cat was definetaly dead and nothing could heal him of that. She sweats, she has no idea what to say and is close to panicking, how come humans have to go throught these types of situation every single time and still not have an innate ritual written in their brains indicating what exactly they have to do? what is so great about evolution if it does not help humans with these dilemas, it is not like it is all THAT mundane to not need to be taken care of, for the kid this cat could have been his world and the solution that could grab his lasting happiness and boost it could be just a couple of words outside the reign of Anns notion of human interaction, maybe a handshake combined with a couple of words could bring his cat back to life, metaphorically speaking of course, but no human could do that, Ann is only human and what she CAN do is assist the kid in this difficult times, i mean she can't do that because she is socially inapt, but it is not impossible to succed and it is clearly not impossible to try.
Ann: kid are your parents around?
Kid: we went looking for my cat
Ann: I'll help you look for them, its best if you could all stay together
Kid: ok
Don't let the swollen eyes and red inflated cheeks fool you this is a tough kid she thinks, his crying is almost stopping, it's hard not to put yourself in his position, losing a loving pet is something very hurtful, yeah i know that.
They are holding hands, walking in the direction of the closest two souls around, it's not hard for ann to find people that she is looking for tho she cannot distinguish which soul belong to whom, they were pacing through the field, the watery surface of the morning grass being thrashed at the contact of their legs, the cold wind softly scratching their cheeks as if to gently gesture things are going to change, as they were walking Ann kept thinking what would be the best thing to say in that moment and the most advanced AI would have a hard time coming to a correct conclusion, should she just throw the hard steak in this kid's table? kid this is a tough steak, it's hard to swallow and it may as well weight your stomach until next week but not only is it natural it is also good for your health, but you can choose this sugary popsicle...
not this one dumbshit, im talking about a metaphorical popsicle
this popsicle is sweet and fresh, it's easy to swallow but it's not as healthy.
it is a minefield and she felt it was for the best if she remained silent, in the end this is not really her job, not to say she does not give a shit but if it so happens that she says something bad for him it would just be awful.
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