everybody want to judge, but nobody cares to listen. I find it devastating of how much things some men have to go through because of the normalization that most men do. I probably won’t be yet the first nor last to say it but, men like me. Men that actually want something in this world other then money and to control others, we exist. I don’t think it’s quite right for the respectful men left in this world to suffer the consequences. It all ends in no equality.
I walk down the street in the fall, my hair blowing in the lingering breeze.
Barely anyone had Phones now a days, it was rare to find. Mostly businesses and people of that sort had that for work reasons.
You’d never find someone just with a phone without cause.
That was the way of living in the year 2062. When in class, students would write and learn about the things that differ between 2023 and 2062.
One of the most important things being phones, higher councils thought about once making phones only for work purposes and if caught with one..
You’d be held with a charge, a criminal record for just having the phone. That was just the way of living in the year, 2062.
A Animal.
A small Animal.
A big Animal.
Any Animal.
My 7 y/o self always questioned why I couldn’t have a animal.
I made drawings of Animals.
Anything, anything possible to convince my parents to allow me a animal.
It all did not work for some reason.
I was always..
to “ unresponsible “
to “ careless “
or
not “ ready “
it always bothered me.
When I went to school, everyone always talked about how much fun they had with their dogs, cats, rabbits.
We stand their arguing, Me and Sophia.
“You’d have to be an absolute fool to believe that!” I screamed at Sophia..We were arguing because a rumor had spread around school that me and her boyfriend had kissed.
“Well I guess im a fool then! How could you do that to me Elizabeth!” Sofia argued while looking at me, if eyes could kill I’d surely be dead. “We’ve literally been friends for the longest, I’d never do that and you know it!”
I explained, we’ve been friends since elementary school. We’re 17 now, seniors. I couldn’t half believe Sophia actually believed a rumor over our 17 year friendship.
“Sophia, How about you actually look at the picture of ‘me kissing your Boyfriend’ before actually coming to frame me for it!” I argued flatly, I was getting fed up at this point. She kept this going, actually believing I’d kiss her god for loving ugly boyfriend.
dead silence was heard as I stared at Sophia and she thought about it. She pulled out her phone and looked at the picture that was sent to her of ‘me and her boyfriend kissing’ .
She examined it more then she did before..It wasn’t me, it was just a girl that LOOKED like me. “well..?” I said flatly, looking at her.
it was the best time of the month, in my opinion. Halloween…the trees were orange, the pumpkins were orange. Skeletons were out and little kids were ringing doorbells for Candy. Me and my friends were dressed as pumpkins in a pumpkin patch, our pumpkins each carved out with a little face. Our pumpkins were orange with little decorations Al over them, like glitter.
“Oh my goddess.” I said shocked “What happened?” My friend, Myai says “Remember at the party last night I got drunk, kissed Thomas and now Jordayn knows!” I say in despair and embarrassment. “WHAT? SO BASICALLY JORDAYN KNOWS YOU KISSED THOMAS? GIRLLLL!!”
“What should I do?” I asked my friend. She’s basically the problem fixer, hopefully she can fix this problem… “Tell him you were drunk, he should know how people get at parties.”
I sighed, picking up my phone once again and texting him ‘Hey uh Jordayn….I’m sorry about last night! You know I was drunk. I didn’t mean to kiss your BEST FRIEND. It was a mistake I promise. Text me back soon!’ I hit enter finally looking at Myai. “There done.”
“Perfect now we wait!”
I sigh. This is going to be the end of me.
Entry One. 4-6-2002
I’m Vanessa Blair Quinn. This is my ever first entry since the WWZ started. Me and My friend, Florence has been keep a good eye out. It’s been really hard the past few weeks.
Entry Two. 4-7-2002
It’s a few days since my last Entry. Florence got bit but luckily we treated it before it got bad.
I’ve been keep my distance from her to give her a bit of quarantine just to make sure. Me and her made sure to grab supplies, who knows what could go wrong.
Entry Three. 4-8-2002
It’s the next day..me and Florence had gotten rest. That rest was rudely interrupted by walkers tho…me and her shot at them but we stopped quickly after not to waste bullets knowing it wouldn’t do anything to them.
Entry Four. 5-1-2002
It was another month…It was a busy few weeks after Monday. Me and Florence got into a argument. I thought it was stupid she couldn’t do a simple thing as to healing herself. She was stubborn..
Entry Five. 5-3-2002
Our health was declining…we had gotten tired. It was until then Florence finally died. I was in distress. I was sad and mad with myself knowing she had died mad with me. I couldn’t bring myself to bury her.
Entry Six. 5-4-2002
I had made it to base. I was running for 23 Minutes or so..the time kept getting longer as I did so. I managed to escape the zombies. I whipped my head around hearing a faint sound.
Entry Seven. 5-6-2002
It was their I had died..the zombies had completed their mission. They had killed me.
Entry Eight. 5-6-2002.
World War.
I was just sitting in my bed like my usual self. Reading the most romantic book.
“Danny, Oh Dan!!!!” A Young girl said.
“Hm..”
I got sat up, hearing closely.
“What Lizzy?” The boy that must’ve been Dan said.
“Soooo you know that girl up on the 2nd flat?” Lizzy said.
“Yea..why?” Danny or Dan..as the girl calls him said.
“We should prank her!” The young girl replied.
“No way-“ Danny snorted faintly
I could barely hear I only heard some things. Tho I was a bit thankful my walls were thin.
“Why not!” Lizzy screamed annoyed
It took me awhile to realize who they were talking about. It was me. I was the girl on the 2nd felt they were planning to prank. All I could do was laugh quietly knowing they could probably hear me if I could hear them.
“Because. She’s new to this apartment atleast give her a few days.” Dan voiced slightly loud.
“No cmon!” Lizzy announced.
That was the last thing I heard on the other side of the wall before I heard knocks at my door.
I knew it was them.
“Coming!”
I changed quickly putting on sweats and a shirt as I only had on my bra and some shorts.
I opened the door, looking confused but knew what was happening.
I was giggling on the inside.
“Hi, I’m Lizzy this is Danny!” She smiled.
I laughed.
“Jules McCray!”
I said my name fastly to speed up the process
“Wellll can we come in?”
The girl asked I was so excited for what I was about to say.
“Nope”
I said laughing uncontrollably inside.
“What-“
The girl sounded surprised.
“I know you guys were coming over to prank me.”
Lizzy stared at me in shock.
“Well since you know let me introduce ourselves properly!”
Dan said.
I liked this dude he was chill. I guess Lizzy could slide.
“I’m Daniel Evergreen. This is Elizabeth Pierce. We like to prank newcomers but I didn’t really feel it.”.
I found it amusing their perspective was so much different. He liked to prank people alongside Lizzy but it was different…
“Well come in I guess!”
I let them in and then closed the door.
I looked into the mirror. I thought I was so ugly, my mirror twin said other wise tho. I discovered my mirror twin at age 12. I got bullied for the first time…she must’ve came to me. Having the same story as I did. I named her Ave…It reminded me of my dead twin. My real twin.
Shallow. I looked down at the shallow lake. I could slightly see my face. Im hated my face, it reminded me to much of my mother that had passed 12 years ago. My mom always loved words. ESPECIALLY shallow. She said it described her life, though she never told me how.
Hidden. I sneaked into the quiet mansion unseen. 2 years after my mother had passed I’ve considered myself as a…murderer. It was hard to say unseen. I didn’t know how my mother would think of this or even more so…want this for me. I tried my best to stop but I never could.
Guilty. I’d finally been caught. In the time frame of my mass murders…I’ve killed 200. I was very guilty of myself and knew my mother would be to. I didn’t understand why I did so. I wanted to be so sorry for those mothers, fathers, sisters and more but I couldn’t. I was sentenced 23 years. In the middle of the last year, I was dimmed to my rest.
