WAT IZ ANOYIN

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I walked down the pathway. It was autumn now, and something about it made me comfortable. I guessed because it was my प्रिय season, which would have made sense. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. Sure, I’d seen plenty of pictures of autumn before, but nothing like this. I just moved into the town and I’d be starting school tomorrow, on a Monday, so I really should have been getting ready for that, but it wasn’t really that important to me. Through the past year, school was just something pointless that filled my brain. It was almost as if I knew everything I was being taught, like I’d graduated school before I’d forgotten nearly everything that happened in my life. I took my hat off and put my long, नारंगी, ऑरेंज hair up in a ponytail. Yes, orange. कद्दू orange. It was natural, as were my नारंगी, ऑरेंज eyes. Weird, but cool. It accented my own uniqueness, in my opinion, and totally badass. And that’s just the way I liked it. I slipped my hat back on a few steps later, since the sun was beating down on my face. The path that I was on was rather unique itself. It was not so much a path as some bare dirt on a hill, constantly heading upward with a slight slope. It was tunneled द्वारा trees, a thinner band of trees exposing the town below the hills on my left, and a thick amount of trees flowing with the endless hills about thirty feet to my right. The right sides of the path were coated in signs of long-forgotten settlements. आग places, floorboards, skeletons of old buildings, that sort of thing. It was forgotten and abandoned, which was how I liked it. Later down the pathway, I spotted something interesting. I stopped walking down the path and turned to go into the old abandoned building to my right. It was large, bigger than most of the trees surrounding out. Out in the front, there was a sign that कहा The Rose Insane Asylum An old insane asylum? I thought, opening the front door. This might be interesting. I walked in and realized that it wasn’t much different than an old house, one of those huge Victorian mansions with a lot of rooms upstairs. I was standing in what looked like a lobby या foyer, and almost all the furniture and वॉलपेपर were rotting. I could barely tell that the thing in the right corner was supposed to be a chair, the monster in the middle was a coffee table, the mess on the दीवार to my left was a किताबों की अलमारी once, and the dead thing on the old, rotting floor boards was a rug in it’s better days. The large window on the दीवार furthest from me was so grimy that I couldn’t see out it. On my far right, there was a huge, winding staircase that looked as though it’d collapse the moment I stood upon it. I walked beyond the staircase into what looked like what could have been the room where people would come in to find where someone’s room was. There was an old, wooden, rotting डेस्क with a spinning chair behind it. I walked up to it slowly and went behind it. In the back there was a drawer that looked like it had been used everyday at some point. I bent down to it and tried to open it, but the handle fell off. “You have to be kidding me!” I कहा with a sigh. I buried my fingers into the अंतरिक्ष between the drawer and the डेस्क to pry it open, but I fell backward. God damn it, it’s stuck! I thought. I shook my head and tried again, and I fell again. I looked around the room to find something, anything, that could be used to pry it open. I looked down at the ground at the handle that had fallen off. I smirked as I picked it up. I stuck it in the अंतरिक्ष where my fingers had been and attempted at prying it open. It didn’t work. I looked around again for something else I could use to pry it open. There was a bookshelf in the corner with something shiny on it. I stood up and trotted up to it. The shiny thing turned out just to be an old pair of glasses. I went back to looking for something else I that could use to pry it open. When I didn’t find anything on the bookshelf, I went back over to the old डेस्क and looked on the डेस्क for something, when I heard a sound that caught my attention. Click… With a confused look creeping up on my face, I bent over the old डेस्क and looked for what could have made that sound. I gasped with my jaw wide open. The click came from the drawer. Which was open. Wide open. I blinked, making sure that my eyes weren’t tricking me. I looked behind me for anyone who could have opened the drawer. There was no one. I crept around the डेस्क to the drawer and bent down in front of it, peeking inside. There was an old clipboard with a truckload of papers clipped on it. I took it out and brushed off some dust. It was a सूची of the people kept at the asylum, their room numbers, and additional details, written in old, worn handwriting. Interested, I flipped through the pages until I found a weird name. I smirked when I found the perfect name. Adriel Abbas- room 13. Age 13. Keeps calling for his twin sister, Aida Abbas, who died of a आग in 1823 and believes he is talking to her. Shows no sign of improvement as of May 26th, 1826. If patient shows no improvement in five days, emergency action will be called for. I raised an eyebrow as I read the words before me. Talk about 13 being an unlucky number. And what did they mean द्वारा “emergency action”? I didn’t know, and I’d probably never know, but I still wondered, anyway. I also wondered why they’d lock the kid up. It was obvious that he missed his sister and wasn’t “crazy”, just lonely. He’d लॉस्ट her at a young age, how could the owners of Rose Insane Asylum not know that he was just lonely? Well, since I new a room number I could go to, I decided I’d go and investigate. Room 13… I guessed that’d be up those old, rotting stairs since I didn’t see any other doors Just great. I went through the old drawer some more, trying to find one of those little maps that said, “You are here”, या just a guide to the rooms and whatnot. There had to be some sort of guide या something. But no, after searching through eons worth of dust, mold, and I-don’t-want-to-know-what-those-are, I didn’t find anything. I’d have to find the room on my own. I stepped out of the receptionist’s room and back into the main room, looking at the staircase. All the rooms would have been up there, I’d imagine, but I really wasn’t that eager to climb it. Something just told me not to. But another something, something louder, told me that no matter what trouble it got me into, it’d be worth it. So, being the fool that I was, I headed up the stairs. Though surprisingly enough, the stairway contrasted with what I had thought. The floorboards must have been rather sturdy, none of them creaked या groaned as I stepped up them. I quickened my pace and made it to the चोटी, शीर्ष of the stairway in triumph and took a glance around. To my left was a long, wide hallway with at least thirty doors on each side, and at the very end there was a gaping hole as if it had been singed द्वारा आग that lead to the October world outside. On my right, however, was a large nook अगला to a wide, clear window, and right in the middle was a beautiful white grand piano, the autumn sunlight adding a crisp नारंगी, ऑरेंज tint to it. And as much as I tried, I couldn’t stop myself as I walked over to the पियानो and sat on the स्टूल, मल that rested beside it. The पियानो was in perfect condition and absolutely beautiful, glossy and neat, not a single chip या ding. I pressed a key and listened to the sound. It was perfectly tuned, too. I sighed with amazement and pressed a few other keys until I was improvising a nice melody. It was a calm and gentle melody at first, one seeming to have kind and loving voice to it’s sound, but soon it crept into a melody filled with angst and sadness. But suddenly, it was cheerful and happy, filled with the energy of a small child. I was enjoying that particular sound, until very suddenly… “Wow. You’re pretty good at that.” A voice. A male voice out of nowhere. I turned my head to the direction it came from to see that there was someone there. And his looks almost had me jumping out of the window. His skin was pale, and his features were sharp, but pleasant. His hair was rested just below his jaw line and curled every way possible in an unpredictable mess, like he hadn’t bothered to brush it when he woke up. His outfit, on the other hand, was well coordinated and put together. He wore a black suit with नारंगी, ऑरेंज pin stripes, paired with an नारंगी, ऑरेंज dress shirt, black tie, and नारंगी, ऑरेंज gloves. His right hand held a video camera, and even though I had little to no knowledge of that sort of thing, I could tell it was expensive and high quality. A large messenger bag hung at his side and out of it spilled an array of cords and wires. He had an elegant build and an even और elegant posture to match. But, although his joyous expression seemed to be the humanized version of the tune I had just played, something about him emitted the feeling of a warrior, like he had seen और than just his fair share of warfare. But none of that was what had threatened me. It was his eyes and his gracefully messy hair. Both his eyes and hair were orange, not the नारंगी, ऑरेंज that some red heads had, but कद्दू orange, the exact same shade as mine. It was as if someone had copy and pasted that specific shade of नारंगी, ऑरेंज onto the both of us. “But, no offence या anything,” with every syllable he said, he found endless amounts of flowing movements to go along with them. His entire body moved when he talked, especially his arms and hands “You look a little young to be a ghost. Young and chipper. Like, my age young, that is. Like not eleven या twelve या anything, but like a sixteen-seventeen young. And आप look pretty solid,” he poked my shoulder, “Yeah, you’re solid. And I always thought that I was the only person that still visits this asylum; the only one insane enough to come here! Well, insane enough and alive enough, since everyone who ever came here back in its not-so-glorious दिन is dead. So, who are आप and what brings आप here to my rotten domain?” My head was spinning. How much could that guy talk? Was he being serious about the ghost thing या joking? I couldn’t tell which. Why was his hair and eyes the same color as mine? My mind was piled with सवालों that I was too afraid to ask. “Uh… I’m-” “And आप speak! आप are alive, then. Ah, sorry, go on.” I glared at him in response to his interruption, but I really hoped that he would interrupt again. I didn’t want to introduce myself. Not only was he starting to freak me out a little, but also I hated my name, and I hated introducing myself to much of anyone. When he didn’t interrupt again- which I couldn’t tell if I thought it fortunate या unfortunate- I had to. “I’m Dulcina. Dulcina Kelly.” Once again, my name got an expected reaction. The boy’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped a bit in shock and awe at my weird name. But the look went away quickly and he smiled. “Dulcina, आप say? I like it. Has a nice ring to it, too. And it’s fun to say! Dulcina, Dulcina, Dulcina! Ha! I could keep this up for hours! But I won’t. Ah, how rude of me! I didn’t introduce myself! I’m Dante Knoll, and it is a pleasure to be meeting आप this fine October afternoon! I haven’t seen the likes of आप in our quaint little town before. If I had, I would’ve remembered! Are आप new?” I rolled my eyes. “No, you’re wrong. I’m old. आप forgot me after all.” I कहा sarcastically. He howled with laugher. “You’re too funny! It’s clear we’re going to get along.” Yeah right, like that would ever happen, I thought, but instead I said, “You’re too kind.” And that caused another round of laughter from Dante. “I guess it would make me even kinder if I were to दिखाना आप around town, am I right? I imagine that आप like ice cream, right?” “I-” “Then come on!” He said, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the stairs and out of the asylum, and once we reached the forsaken dirt path I had been on before he let go. He pointed through the thin line of autumn colored trees to the town below the flattened पहाड़ी, हिल we stood upon. “Driscoll- that’s the name of the town in case आप weren’t paying any attention when आप moved in- was founded in 1802 द्वारा a bunch of immigrants from somewhere in Europe, and it hasn’t changed much since then! The roads are still brick and barely anyone has a car and they use bikes instead. It’s all pretty much located in this one little valley-ish thing in the middle of all these hills, as आप can most obviously see, but there’s some places in the hills, like the ‘outskirts’ I guess आप could say, like the asylum we were just in, for example. Like where we are now. There are a lot of little businesses here, too, which is also fairly noticeable. Not anything like chain restaurants या supermarkets, but local, small businesses owned द्वारा nice people with a decent amount of reason and sanity in them instead of big headed CEO’s and executives and stuff. Like the Ice Cream Shack, which is where we’re going!” Before I could say anything, he grabbed my arm again and dragged me further down the path in the opposite direction I had been wanting to go in before until we came to the slope where the पहाड़ी, हिल ended and आप got into town. We made several turns down ally ways and even a yard या two. What Dante had कहा was true, the town really hadn’t changed since it’s founding. The roads were still brick, and all of the people I saw were either on bikes या were walking. The buildings were also very old; they were all multi-storied with chimneys, several of them were brick, but the majority of them were sided and had a very colonial feel about them; complete with old fashioned columns and shutters. And based on what I had seen द्वारा looking into windows, people never bothered to update the interiors of their houses, either. The streetlights were पुराने ज़माने का, पुराने जमाने with three bulbs and glass round casing around them. It almost looked like a posh, upper-class neighborhood, even though I had a feeling that Driscoll didn’t classify as a town with a bunch of overly rich people with yachts and private jets. After a little while longer of running, we came to a stop at a खरीडिए with a sign overhead that read “Ice Cream Shack- Open साल round!” It really was just a little shack with just enough room inside for the employees to store the ice cream, dish it out, and serve it. There was nothing और to the building than the wooden and unpainted walls, matching slanted roof, and a cut out with a counter. Behind the counter was a tan platinum-blond boy with small but bright blue eyes and a square-ish face accompanied द्वारा a beautiful doll faced pale girl with सेब red curls and huge पन्ना green eyes. They were wearing electric blue polo shirts with a yellow emblem that कहा “Ice Cream Shack”, covered partially द्वारा हाकी, खाकी aprons. Both of them looked around my age. As we walked up to the counter, they took one look and Dante and went to work fixing up an order I hadn’t heard. I must have had a confused look on my face because Dante gave me a look and said, “They know me. I’m a regular here. Aren’t I, Aiva? Cassius?” The girl, who I guessed must have been Aiva considering the feminine sound to the name, held out two नारंगी, ऑरेंज colored ice cream cones while Cassius put the money in the register. She spoke first. “Why yes, आप are quite the frequent customer. One of our absolute प्रिय as well.” “And the one who contributes the most profits a day,” Cassius added quickly with a smirk, “How many times do आप come here an hour, anyway?” Dante let out a small chuckle. “I’d say about sixty times. Once for each time I finish up a cone and come back for another!” Cassius and Aiva both let out chuckles identical to Dante’s in agreement. I guessed that the three of them must have been friends, not that I was an expert on friendship. No regular at any business gets that sort of treatment no matter how often they come along. And if he were about that much of a regular, they would have had to build up some sort of friendship, anyway. The two teens finished up serving the ice cream and Dante took the cones and handed one to me. I must have looked confused again, because Dante explained, “It’s कद्दू flavored! It’s the best kind of ice cream ever! Have आप had it before?” “Actually, I’ve never had ice cream before,” I कहा with a wave of sudden embarrassment. When Dante reflected and amplified my embarrassment with a look of surprise and utter shock, I added, “My dad is a total health nut. If even a half a molecule goes near my mouth, I’m grounded until hell freezes over.” “And you’ve never secretly had any sugar? Ever?” He sounded genuinely shocked at first, but gentled his tone when he added, “Not even something as sweet and decedent as ice cream?” “I’m about to, aren’t I?” I took a huge bite out of my ice cream and was greeted immediately with a sweet rush of perfectly blended flavors and textures. It was a sweet, icy wonderland of joy. I had never tasted anything like it before, but yet it tasted so familiar. “See? I told आप it’s the best!” कहा Dante. “Isn’t it amazing?” At that, he lightly put his free hand on my shoulder. I cringed a little and tried to shrug him away. I wasn’t used to people other than my brother giving me even the slightest poke, much less touching me on my shoulder. He must have noticed that I felt uncomfortable because he took his hand away. “Think you’ll be able to sneak this one past your dad?” Slowly, I nodded. “Y-yeah. I th-think so. Probably.” I was shocked my tone of voice. I sounded timid, and I rarely if ever, stuttered. I only prayed that Dante wouldn’t say anything about it. “There’s, uh, n-no way my d-dad could notice.”

आप better watch out guys cause it's REPORTING TIME

lioside! i used to fuck guys like him in prison! oh yeah i reported him too. ehehehehehehehehe.

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लोल

*falls out of chair* aah! omigod, what the hell is that?!?!