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ok fuck it im doing it

so for the sake of preserving them in case something were to ever happen to the originals, i’m currently in the long process of typing up everything i wrote for my ocs chris & silan’s story when i was like 14ish and it is very bad and i love it and here are some liveblogs of me reading it as i work towards my goal to immortalize all of it in digital text form

(this isn’t a full comprehensive lb bc that would take a thousand ass years, just think of these as like. The Highlights

basic context tho: silan is the narrator/main character & chris is the guy hes crushing on, theyre in high school & this story is basically just a romance between them. also silan has a twin sister sythra who he shares a psychic link with & routinely has telepathic conversations with, but thats just details)

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The dinner is simple; chicken nuggets from mars the freezer, instant mashed potatoes, and corn.

this wasn’t even in the final draft as far as i remember it’s just inexplicably in this version??? like Ok

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there is. a teacher named “mr. hyweid” pronounced “high weed” for exactly that reason

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It’s kind of like another one of my weird fantasy type things, except more realistic.

uh huh is that right silan

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In my mind, it would go something like this: Me: Hi. Chris: Um. Me: What? Chris: I don’t know you. Me: Oh. And that would be the end of that.

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“‘Nothing?’ Don’t give me ‘nothing,’ Silan. I want a straight answer.”

I laugh mirthlessly.

“Oh, I don’t think my answer will be very straight at all.”

hello police im cringing so hard my organs are failing PLEASE send an ambulance aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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I can’t stop thinking of Chris’ actions.

idk why the phrasing of this is making me laugh so hard, “i can’t stop thinking of chris’...... actions” like kgjldkflskgjlsdkf

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“Sythra,” I say. “I wish there was something I could do, I really do, but…” I trail off, unable to finish my sentence. Her anger begins to ebb.

“Sure you do,” she mutters resentfully, looking away. “I can tell by the way you explained the reason so well.”

WHAT is this dialogue im kgjdldgn fuckiign Get Him Sythra, sick fucking burn kfdlkgslkdgjdg

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He walks past me to retrieve his backpack, which is still in the trash-can

Yeah Okay Sure, Checks Out

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On his way back he “accidentally” stumbles into me.

“Oh, sorry, Silan.” Of course, he’s meant to do it.

nothing gets past you, silan

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He plays the violin, like half of the rest of the class, but has managed to seat himself as close to me as possible. Now we’re just a few feet apart.

exactly how many feet apart, would you say,

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After a minute everyone quiets down and Mr. Cracke has us play a few scales. Then he tells us, “Take out Banana Boogie.”

A few people snicker at the name. Perverts.

hkfdlgkdjflskdgslkdfjlsdgkndglkdfkgnsdk so this is a good time to mention that this story was 1000% self insert and banana boogie was a real song we had to play in orchestra and im positively Dying at this “perverts” line i was such afuckignkdglkdflskdgk GOd,

o yea also the teacher’s name IS mr cracke, for a similar reason to mr hyweid,

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Alone in the bathroom. I stare up at my reflection in the mirror, hoping for something more than I am.

WHY is he just fuckign going all mulan in the bathroom randomly in the middle of class i cant take this

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No. Still that same face, with the same eyes; one blue, one brown. That’s the first thing anyone notices about me; “Hey, what’s wrong with your eyes?” they’ll ask, and I’ll tell them, “I was born this way.” I wish they wouldn’t ask, that they’d realize, “Hey, he probably gets that a lot. I think I’ll just leave him alone about it.” But they don’t. Besides, what are they expecting? “No, I used to have brown eyes but I got in a car crash that jarred the nerves in my brain and turned my right eye blue.” Ridiculous.

THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH????????????? IM SCREAMIN “the nerves in my brain” gkdjlskdLKSDJFLSKGD YEA THATS HOW EYE COLOR WORKS

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“Chris!”

He tosses his hair out of his eyes.

“The one and only.” He smirks.

IFOGFDKDFKLSKGONSLKDLKSNGSSWKSKWHKSJGKSDGKD WHY WAS HE LIKE THIS I HATE THIS IM GONNA DIE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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He snickers and goes over to the sink.

“Just wanted to wash my hands,” he says over his shoulder.

chris, showing up to the bathroom to Wash His Hands,

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“Get out.” I don’t look at him.

“Excuse-”

“I said get out.” My voice is poisonous. He leaves.

Lost His Bathroom Privileges,

i love that silan doesn’t at any point try to leave the bathroom himself he just fuckin kicks chris out fkdjfldkgsl

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and that’s as far as i got today but Boy Oh Boy is there more where that came from, i literally wrote so much & all of it is bad??? im having the time of my life this story is so fucking stupid gldfksaskjdlksdg