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Sincerely, Anon.

Chapter 1

Anon P.O.V
So I just moved to Ohio. My mom finally got the money to leave my hometown Chicago and move here. I guess she was tired about being treated the way she did and the memory of losing my father. I don't really know anyone.

"It's Sunday, August 14th and I'm about to start my first day at my new high school. I miss my boyfriend Keith so bad back in Florida, sad face emoji. He said he misses me so much and he can't wait to see me for Fall break. He said he would take me everywhere special that I haven't even been too. Oh how I miss him. Anyway, off to pack for school. Toodles.
Until next time....
Sincerely Anon."

I set my laptop down and sprawled out onto my bed. I don't even remember why I started this fake blog. I mean, I know it's wrong. But I have no one. I lied about living in Florida, having a boyfriend named Keith, and I lie about my looks and personality. I wonder if maybe I should come out and say who I really am. Maybe tell them that I didn't live in Florida and I don't have a boyfriend named Keith. But a lot...and I mean ALOT of people read it and I don't honestly don't want to piss them off. What if someone at this new school reads my blog? Oh my god...they would know my name. Well it's like a 463 in a million chance.

Andy P.O.V

I turned on my phone to go see if the anonymous Anon had posted anything on her blog. I looked and she updated.

"It's Sunday, August 14th and I'm about to start my first day at my new high school. I miss my boyfriend Keith so bad back in Florida, sad face emoji. He said he misses me so much and he can't wait to see me for Fall break. He said he would take me everywhere special that I haven't even been too. Oh how I miss him. Anyway, off to pack for school. Toodles.
Until next time....
Sincerely Anon."
Yeah, her stupid boyfriend Keith. I bet he isn't even real. What sort of low life loser would make that shit up. Oh that's right, fake ass Anon. I laughed as I exited out of the blog and turned my screen off. I got up off my bed and walked downstairs to get some breakfast. "Andy hon, could you come help me?" I heard my mom yell. "Sure mom." I said and walked into the kitchen where she was. She was hopping up and down trying to reach the top of the cabinet. I walked over and towered over her as I grabbed the pizza maker for her. "This what you wanted?" I asked as I smiled. "Yes." She said and took it from my hands. "I can't believe I have such a tall son." She said and plugged it in to make some frozen pizza. "Well it's a good thing." I said and smiled at her. She smiled back. "I hope all goes well this year at school. My boy is a senior now." She said and came to hug me. "Yea..mom. I'm a big scary senior." I said and hugged her back.

Notes

So, I was bored and I came up with this crazy idea for a new fanfiction. I had others but I deleted them because I thought they were going no where. I will probably post a chapter 2 later but I would like some feedback on this chapter first. Anyway, stay insane! ~Wixie

Comments

@anathema

I do get allowed an outside break once a week.

LittleWingedWixie LittleWingedWixie
1/17/16

@LittleWingedWixie
My support to you. i hope they let you go outside, you need vitamin d to stay healthy and it's good for your mental health too. At least 15 minutes a day. If they don't, ask for a vitamin supplement. message me if you want to talk at any point and are able.

anathema anathema
1/14/16

@TwylaBVB



@anathema

In sheer luck, I am allowed breaks now.

LittleWingedWixie LittleWingedWixie
1/13/16

@anathema

Yeah, I'm not exactly sure when I will be able to speak to her. Being as her parents are extremely crude and hateful, it may not be for a while.

TwylaBVB TwylaBVB
12/17/15

@TwylaBVB
As someone who has been institutionalized, when I was a minor, twice, please give her my support. If she wants to talk about it when she gets out, let her know I'm here for her, I am a good listener. I'm 34 now, and I was, I think, 16/17 then, and the place I was has since been closed, so it's been a while, but I have some grasp. A lot of people might think it's like in 'girl interrupted' and not realize the author of that book, which I read, and was good, but she was hospitalized during Vietnam, it was very different, just as I'm sure my experience in the late 90s was different from now.

anyway, sorry for long comment, but this hits very close to home. If you want to discuss this in depth feel free to message me. I'm not shy about it but I don't really want to go into detail here because some people glamorize mental illness, or put it in a positive light, and I don't want to do that, you know? (As in discussing the details of why I was there or how sick I was and develop any comparisons with others, I don't like that, does that make any sense?)

i I just wanted to write something personal to let both of you know you have my most profound support from the heart. Never give in, never back down, never give up.

anathema anathema
12/11/15
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