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Anyway, you'd probably be wondering why 207's a significant number.
Well... it's kinda hard to explain... but... I wrote a story among other stories(lol) 2 years ago. One story was named 'Two-oh-seven'. It talks about this emotional boy who had a spirit stalking him all over the place. Yes it's kinda a ghost story. But it sucked, just like my other stories 2 years ago. hopefully I've improved... *stares at Rapunzel fiction* *chokes*
Anyway, to celebrate this post, I shall do a 'copy and paste' a portion of this story from 2 years ago. And edit it cos' it really, really is a bad beginning.
Wind howled through the dark night. I stared through the window at the minuscule stars as they sparkled in the velvety black sky. I sighed.
A monster. That’s what they call me. I opened my cupboard and out stood a mirror. I took a look at my face. I only had some dimples there, and there were a few permanent scars. My nose was a little too distorted though. But I don’t understand, because of these, why those humans teased me. Yes, they had perfect faces, perfect life... But are they even human?
My blood boiled for a moment, and then I calmed down. What’s the point of being angry... I thought again.
I walked out of my room. I peeked at the other rooms. My family: my parents, my brothers, they are all asleep. Everything was quiet, except the chirping of some crickets and my father’s loud snoring. Nothing could stop him from snoring; he has worked really hard recently, for our family. Despite that, I was greedy and wanted more. I wanted my parents’ concern, my siblings’ love.
Though my parents have loved me and cared for me a whole lot, I wish that I could share more thoughts with them. Every time I talked to them, they would just go blabbering away, and I felt that I wanted to run away from them. Sometimes I thought I’m taking them for granted, saying that I wanted more even though they had given me enough. Sometimes I felt bad. Other times I felt that life meant nothing to me, but I quickly let them pass. Perhaps I was a bit too emotional after all...
It was a silent night. I heaved a sigh of relief, and slipped out of the window.
The night was beautiful. The leaves were rustling and the trees were swaying in the gentle breeze. The fresh air filled my lungs as I took deep breaths. I’ve never been this happy before. My whole life was filled with hatred and sadness, of my own soul. As I walked (caring not to wake the others up), I noticed a white silhouette sitting on the bench, all alone. I wondered who that might be. Out of curiosity, I walked over to take a closer look. To my surprise, what I saw was a young white girl, some years younger than me, wearing a white dress, with hair the colour of sunset orange. Her fingernails are so long and so sharp that they actually pierced her white gloves. The weird part is that she actually glowed! I stared at her in disbelief.
She sat on the bench, head tilting down towards the ground, as water dripped on the ground. I guessed the girl must be crying.
To comfort her, I sat down beside her. At first, I dared not speak, as I thought something bad will happen. But finally, mustering my courage, I opened my mouth and muttered softly, “Who…are…you?”
The girl turned and looked at me. She looked like she was in a daze. Her soft, violet eyes were beautiful, but that dull and expressionless look sent a chill down my spine. Just then, she opened her mouth, slowly, and replied, “Elia.” Somehow, what she just did made me feel better.
Next, I held my breath and bravely asked, “Where were you born?”
She stared at me with her dull and expressionless violet eyes. A thrill of fear ran through me. My imagination went overboard at that time. What if she eats me? I thought.
After a long time, she spoke again. “Here,” she replied. As soon as I heard her very word, I thought, since it’s her birthplace here, she must be sitting here thinking about her birth too. I asked her, “When were you born?” This time, she looked at me, and touched my hand. All of a sudden, her hand that touched me became old and crinkly. I almost fainted from shock. Then, in my very own eyes, I could see that the crinkly hand had turned into ashes and faded away, slowly.
Looking at my horrified expression, she smiled at me, paused, then replied, “Two Oh Seven.”
At first, I could not understand what she said. I asked her again, “What Two Oh Seven?” She responded with her fingers, making hand signs. She made her left hand into the shape of a pair of open scissors, her right hand into the shape of a stone, then she said, “Seven.” softly and silently. I thought for a moment. I was about to ask her again, when it struck me. Elia was referring to the numbers 2, 0 and 7. That’s it. She was born in 207 AD, I thought. Then I came to my senses.
I couldn’t breathe. She was born many, many, many years ago, and she was right here, still living. She is a ghost, I concluded. That time, I was already shaking with fear, as my hands and feet turned as cold as ice. I froze.
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After what seemed to be an eternity, I finally responded with a false smile. Elia, too, smiled so sweetly, I don’t even know if it was a real or fake smile. In spite of how I felt, I asked another question.
“Are you… a ghost?” I asked clearly and directly.
Elia did not respond. Her violet eyes, staring at mine were hypnotizing. It was so dull, I let out a big yawn. I realized what I did and quickly covered my mouth, red with embarrassment. Elia did not even move an inch. She just stared at me.
I looked away, not daring to see her scary look. I was scared out of my wits.
Then, after a long time, dawn came, and the sun rose slowly. I turned around to find her fading. I yelled loudly, in spite of the fear of waking up the others, “Wait! You haven’t answered my question!”
But the latter disappeared.
She was nowhere to be seen.
.......... yeah. I know it was really weird.
I didn't know how to edit this damn thing. It's so hard to edit this. Only managed to do a few snips and snaps. I think I'm screwed this time... Wasting my 207th post doing this... *cries* I really, really waaaaannnnnaaaaa redo it......!!!
Anyway, I have progressed on 'Alter and Twist' fiction. Yes the Silvette and Navi fanfic. lol.
Oh yeah, speaking of which, first I have to say, GIRLS, PLEASE DON'T TURN YOUR HEAD WHILE QUEUING FOOD UP. Yes, today while we were queuing, one girl turned her head to talk to her friend and her tip of the hair SLAPPED my lips. what the ****. And then it happened again. I mean, it happened 2 times in A ROW TODAY. WHATTHECOWofthePUPPY.
And second.... my cousin suddenly got interested in 'Alter and Twist'. She read the story. Then she asked me to draw Silvette. I drew Silvette for her. Then I told her that another character, called Navi, is to be introduced. Then she COMMANDED ME to draw Navi. wtf. And so I did. And... sad to say, she loved my ugly drawings. *eyebleed* Yeah. And then she got really interested, so I was happy and blabbered too much, and crap, and we walked while I blabbered, she bought milk while I blabbered, we ate takoyaki while I blabbered, and before she went home I blabbered. I even blabber-SMSed her. lol.
I thought it was a sad sad normal day for me today. So yeah. I guess I gotta sleep. Because I lobe meself. Yes, I lobster meeself. I don't even know what I'm talkin' about.
So yeah. Bye. AND DON'T WORRY OR GO AHEAD AND WORRY BECAUSE I'LL BE CONTINUING THE GOLDEN EYED KID VERY VERY SOON!!! lol.
