Never Again, chapter 1
Mom always told me not to stay up too late watching TV or surfing the internet. I didn't know why, though. She probably thought it would give me nightmares or something.
"I'm not a little kid anymore! My mind is more stable now that I am fifteen, so I'm not going to have nightmares!"
Do you know why Saturday was my favorite day of the week? It was because I got to stay up as late as I wanted and do whatever I wanted. Mom had finally agreed to let me stay up, on Saturdays at least. One night, I decided to spend a couple of hours on the web reading fan fiction of my favorite band: Green Day. I was really getting into this one story called, "The Day Billie and Mike's Lives Came Crashing Down". It was getting to the exciting part, the climax, where Billie was about to die, and Mike was panicking and crying because he was going to lose his friend. By this time, I was crying too.
"No, don't let Billie die!" I yelled at the computer screen.
I read to the end of the paragraph, and then, there was nothing left to read. There was no other part, no other chapter. It was a cliffhanger.
"What? That's it?" I exclaimed. "I want to know what's going to happen to Billie!" I was furious, but after awhile I cooled off.
"Okay girl, chill out," I said to myself, "the author said she hasn't finished the story yet. You'll get to read the rest of the story in a few days."
I took a few breaths of air and looked back at the screen.
"I've read like ten of these stories," I thought. "I wonder what time it is."
I looked at the clock.
"It's twelve o-clock already? Wow, time flies when you're having fun. I better get to bed."
I turned off the computer and started walking upstairs. I was still hearing the echo of Mike's voice yelling, "Don't leave me Billie," in my head.
"But, I didn't really hear him scream, so why am I hearing him now?" I thought.
I disregarded that question and kept going up the stairs. I was too tired to think. I walked into my room, but then I stopped. Something didn't feel right. I turned around, but there was nothing there but the door to my room and my Green Day posters.
"Those posters...so many eyes...staring at me," I thought.
I shuddered. My posters hadn't spooked me before. Nothing in my room is supposed to scare me. I continued to walk over to my bed. Then I heard it.
"Billie," the voice whispered.
"That voice," I thought, "I've heard it before."
I turned around, but there was no one there, just my posters.
"Billie, don't die Billie!" the voice said again.
Then I remembered the story I had just read.
"Mike?" I asked, hoping there would be no reply.
"No Billie, don't go! Don't leave me!" Mike yelled.
"What the heck is going on?" I thought, "I really don't think I'm supposed to be hearing Mike's voice, in my room for that matter."
All I could do was stand there and listen to the voice that was coming from inside my head.
"I think I'm going crazy," I said, "first I get upset over a story, then my Green Day posters suddenly scare me, and lastly, I'm hearing voices. Great."
So I went and sat on my bed and hoped that the voice would stop after awhile. By this time my head was all jumbled up with the voices of the characters from the story. Now I know why mom always told me not to be surfing the web too late.
"You know what," I said, "I'm tired of these voices! This is the last time I ever read fan fiction at twelve o-clock at night!"
The End
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"I'm not a little kid anymore! My mind is more stable now that I am fifteen, so I'm not going to have nightmares!"
Do you know why Saturday was my favorite day of the week? It was because I got to stay up as late as I wanted and do whatever I wanted. Mom had finally agreed to let me stay up, on Saturdays at least. One night, I decided to spend a couple of hours on the web reading fan fiction of my favorite band: Green Day. I was really getting into this one story called, "The Day Billie and Mike's Lives Came Crashing Down". It was getting to the exciting part, the climax, where Billie was about to die, and Mike was panicking and crying because he was going to lose his friend. By this time, I was crying too.
"No, don't let Billie die!" I yelled at the computer screen.
I read to the end of the paragraph, and then, there was nothing left to read. There was no other part, no other chapter. It was a cliffhanger.
"What? That's it?" I exclaimed. "I want to know what's going to happen to Billie!" I was furious, but after awhile I cooled off.
"Okay girl, chill out," I said to myself, "the author said she hasn't finished the story yet. You'll get to read the rest of the story in a few days."
I took a few breaths of air and looked back at the screen.
"I've read like ten of these stories," I thought. "I wonder what time it is."
I looked at the clock.
"It's twelve o-clock already? Wow, time flies when you're having fun. I better get to bed."
I turned off the computer and started walking upstairs. I was still hearing the echo of Mike's voice yelling, "Don't leave me Billie," in my head.
"But, I didn't really hear him scream, so why am I hearing him now?" I thought.
I disregarded that question and kept going up the stairs. I was too tired to think. I walked into my room, but then I stopped. Something didn't feel right. I turned around, but there was nothing there but the door to my room and my Green Day posters.
"Those posters...so many eyes...staring at me," I thought.
I shuddered. My posters hadn't spooked me before. Nothing in my room is supposed to scare me. I continued to walk over to my bed. Then I heard it.
"Billie," the voice whispered.
"That voice," I thought, "I've heard it before."
I turned around, but there was no one there, just my posters.
"Billie, don't die Billie!" the voice said again.
Then I remembered the story I had just read.
"Mike?" I asked, hoping there would be no reply.
"No Billie, don't go! Don't leave me!" Mike yelled.
"What the heck is going on?" I thought, "I really don't think I'm supposed to be hearing Mike's voice, in my room for that matter."
All I could do was stand there and listen to the voice that was coming from inside my head.
"I think I'm going crazy," I said, "first I get upset over a story, then my Green Day posters suddenly scare me, and lastly, I'm hearing voices. Great."
So I went and sat on my bed and hoped that the voice would stop after awhile. By this time my head was all jumbled up with the voices of the characters from the story. Now I know why mom always told me not to be surfing the web too late.
"You know what," I said, "I'm tired of these voices! This is the last time I ever read fan fiction at twelve o-clock at night!"
The End
:)
