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Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I was just here waiting for Omny so I can RP with her.

Well, anyway, that's not what this journal entry is about. Most of you aren't gonna read it anyway, I guess. So what does it matter? Oh well. I felt like typing anyway. Here's a little story I felt like posting. If I have any typos, I'll come fix it when I feel like it.



Here's a story about a girl who has no chance in popularity at all. She's quiet at school, and she sits in a lone corner every class. She only had a few friends at school, but a lot online who share the same story as she does. Oh how wonderful the internet can be. This girl named April.

April had a best friend. Her name was Trisha. They were the best of friends who always sat together in the cafeteria, ignoring harsh comments from those blonde girls, or those cheerleaders, or the foot ball team. They were known as the rejects.

With noticeable fake black hair, the two didn't care if they stood out. Look at all those people with happy little lives. How unlikely would they ever know the story of April. This is why she wrote a journal. No, not a book. People always find them in her locker and burn them.

Here, online, was her place. She'd hide her name from the real world. Only Trisha knew her username online. No one from reality can read her journal. Only the people she didn't know, the people who had the same to share.

She goes online everyday, to meet new people and chat with them. Sometimes, she'd accidentally meet with people from school, but when she did, she ignored them and made sure no one found out that this girl was April.

Red highlights, black nail polish, messy hair. So many things to talk about online. Like how all those dumb popular kids went through life as if nothing was wrong. They had girlfriends and boyfriends. They break up and make up. What any good was that?

Online with her many friends, April found it easier to make fun of all the kids at school as they made fun of her. She did this, however, secretly and clandestine from people of reality. Here, she'd chat and chat, staying in fantasy.

April and Trisha always thought going online was the best thing ever. Nothing could go wrong. It was the happiest place on Earth. Online.

One dull afternoon, with gray clouds showing it was about to rain that Saturday, April went online as always. She went to her journal and read the few comments she had there. She smiled and went to fix her profile. Black and shaded pink, better than bright pink and green. In her profile were comments, too. This was how she met her friends. They'd read about her and read her story.

Oh, what's this? Mail. One new message.

Hey. What's up? You can call me Josh.

I was reading your journal lately. You're pretty cool. It's not always I meet people who don't care wether they got touched by a frog or had to do the chores. It gets you to stay away from others, huh? Odd. You're interesting. I don't know how people don't like you.

Well anyway, reply if you can. Maybe we can chat sometime? Add me; my username's right there. See you around.

-Josh T.

She was really happy that rainy day. She made a new friend.

Trisha and her talked about it many times at school. No one knew. No one cared. Trisha would ask about him. Oh, he was 18, just two years older. How nice. What else? He was nice, but didn't have much chance with girls. Oh, he had a few girlfriends before. They'd dump him for some other guy.

Josh? Josh. Recent break up? With a girl named Angel. Oh that devil girl. Dumping a guy like Josh? No way. April listened to his stories and he did hers. April got attached to chatting with him. Trisha congratulated her. Why? Oh no. Oh wait.

It's been months, but Josh doesn't go online too often. He says he has a part time job at a cafe. He's in college, while she's in high school. He was a lot more busier than she. So even after months of chatting, they'd only chatted with each other at least five or six times a month. How sad.

No matter. April knew how to wait. It was fun. Whenever she gets a new message, 'Please, oh please. Let it be him.' And it would be him most of the time. Happy. Never as happy as before. This was great.

One time, though, she and Trisha had a fight. Trisha was giving up. She was tired of all the hiding. She wanted to be like one of the athlete girls who play soccer. It was her goal. April didn't want her to stop. She was her only friend.

She depended on Josh who was online fortunately on that same day. He said, oh it's not so bad. Soccer is a fun sport. Why don't you try it? Try going out more and make friends with other people. It's not fun to hide all the time.

Oh no. It sounded just like Trisha. Why did he have to be like her at a time like this? Can't you respect me? Can't you?

Oh it's your choice. I tell you, though, it's not a good habit to hide.

Fine. Say that. Say that, Josh. Don't say it's not right to stand on your own. April fought with him, too. He couldn't stay long. He had work. She sat there, seeing offline in his profile. His profile. She browsed through it again. Likes: girls, TV, games, friends and sports like soccer and football, movies, books and the color blue... plus many other things.

It haunted her. She liked his music. She liked his videos. She liked the food he did. She liked movies. She liked games. She liked TV. She liked books. She liked many other things. She liked him.

That can't be. We're only friends. She only likes him as a friend. Hey, we're friends, right? Yeah, we are. Friends. I like him as a friend. Is it denial? She didn't know. She didn't want to know. But she didn't have anyone to talk to. Trisha left her. She's now trying out for the soccer team.

Josh went online late one night. Oh I'm sorry. I had soccer practice then work. April said it was fine. Sorry. Why? I over reacted earlier. He said it was fine. Now they were even. Trisha went online. Ignored again.

Oh no, but wait. Trisha posted a shout out; hey I saw this movie you guys should watch. It's called Fairy Tale: Haven't You Heard? It's interesting. Check it out. April sighs and moves on back to chat with Josh.

He asks her if she felt like doing something. She asked him for an example. Watching a movie, maybe. Oh, she just heard about a movie. Maybe some other time. Then he sent her a video.



What's this? He wanted her to watch it, too? April tells him she doesn't want to. Oh, but it's a good movie. At least try to watch it for me. I'll try to, but if I don't enjoy it as you will, would that be alright? Why not?

Trisha. She says she doesn't care anymore. Care about what? She doesn't care if April won't talk to her. She'll watch the movie with her new friends. Fine. Go ahead. She goes back to Josh. He says he can't stay. Why not? He's got a movie to watch.

April hated coincidence. She scrolled down to look for things to do. One new message. Click. It's not him. Boredom killed her. She took her math book to study. Nah, too boring. She grabbed a notebook and doodled hearts. Wait. Why? She didn't know, but just doodled. Then she wrote a J. She wrote O. S appeared later on. She finished an H.

She stared.

"Hey, who's Josh?"
"Haha! April likes a guy named Josh!"
"Who? Who's that?"
"Who cares? It's not like he likes her back."

No. No, no, no. They've found out. How did they find out? It couldn't be. She ran home after school. Seventy-four comments. Refresh. Seventy-six. No. No. No.

Her profile. Her journal. Everything. It's all exposed. But how? The only one who knew was...

Trisha.

She pushed her against the lockers the next day. Oh no. Her violent side. Trisha screamed at her. Why? Why did you do it?

Hannah. She was the most popular athlete. Soccer team.

"Stop it, April. You shouldn't have trusted her all along."

April looked at Hannah. Black eyes met blue.

"What?"

"Trisha talked to us and wanted to join the team months ago. We didn't want her to since she hung out with you. She begged for it, so we gave her a condition."

April went online. No new messages. It's been weeks, Josh. The same with her and talking to Trisha. It's been weeks. It can't be true. No. No. No. Why? Why didn't she think about it? Coincidence. It was never good. No, not at all.

"I asked her to pretend to be a guy and get you to like him. Whatever way, she had to do it or she couldn't join the team. She had to get you to like him, then break it to you he didn't like you back."

So it was. Trisha was Josh. He didn't go online as often because Trisha had soccer practice. He liked the things she liked. April knew that. They like the same things. They are the same person. They are the same. It was Trisha. No Josh.

Hey. You haven't been online often. April, right? Hi. I'm Matt. I'm wondering if you can be my friend. I'll look forward to your reply.

New friend? Oh. Hello. I can't reply to you. My keyboard won't let me. I want to be your friend. Are you real? Tell me you're real. My name's April. It's nice to meet you. I want to meet you. My keyboard... My fingers are going through it. I can't meet you. Maybe I can wait? Your life is the price to be with me. I can't be with you if you're alive. I can wait, though. There's no time in the after life. Be with me forever?



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. . . Weird story. Oh well. I was bored. Based on experience. neutral You can't be too careful online. You can't tell if people are really telling you their true identity.