Hello guys~! Farhah (could you gaiz call me Jeanine 'cuz I thot maybe the F4 already heard the name Farhah too many times so it's time for a fake name to be safe) the Fangirl is back..and apparently when I had school holiday I wasted it sa pamamagitan ng spending time on YouTube rather than with you gaiz. Oke, sorry! But uy time for a fanfic. So I just watched a movie called "House At The End of The Street" and I thought it'd be cool if I make a "Winx" version of it. And if you wonder what I do besides Fanpoppin', well I was Twitterin', Facebookin', YouTubin', Tumblrin', and.. enough bla bla let's get to the fanfic. This is narrated sa pamamagitan ng different Winx every seven chapters. Let's start with Bloom.
✯ THIS IS SET IN AN AU WHERE BLOOM DOES NOT HAVE POWERS AND HAS A DIFFERENT LIFE. AND THE SPECIALISTS WILL COME REALLY LATE. ✯
I look at the clock. 7:30AM. Good.
Still early. But my parents need me now, I mean, we're moving to a new house at a new city. I should start packing now.
I grab my big red-leather bag and unzip it. It's empty, and before I put my stuff in there I usually measure it. But this time, the bag is medium-sized so it's hard to measure. My older bag was big, and I can measure each inch. I Nawawala it when I was travelling with my parents to another country. Thank goodness I brought an emergency bag with the same stuff as the bag I Nawawala that time. I got scolded sa pamamagitan ng my mother and when we reached back here in Gardenia, she bought me a medium-sized bag. But at least I have a bag, right?
I walk downstairs carrying the bag. It was light enough even though I already filled it with cosmetics, outfits and others. That's weird, yet awkward. I place the bag susunod to my parents'. They share the same bag, like how they share-- okay, I'm dirty-minded. I sit on the couch, holding papkorn and switch on the television. My paborito movie "Beautiful Creatures" was on. Well I wouldn't say paborito movie, but I would say paborito movie adapted from a book instead. I snatch a dozen of papkorn and stuff them in my mouth. I didn't have anything for breakfast so papkorn can make me less hungrier.
"Bloomie, finished packin'?" I hear my mother's voice coming from the upstairs.
"Like, 3 segundos ago."
"Good. Whatcha watchin'?" Ah, she's using that awesome yet sometimes irritating accent.
"Just a movie."
"No porn?" Why does she always ask this?
"Mom, please. I don't watch porn."
"Okay fine." Finally.
My mother is always worrying about me watching pornographic and adult material. I'm 19. Aren't bidyo and stuff always say '18 and above'? I'm above 18. A taon above 18. My mother won't even let me fall in pag-ibig and hang with boys -- which is why I'm a loner at school. I always do projects with the person who doesn't have allies, I don't like making friends. Yes, I seem really nice -- but I just don't know how. Most of the girls are, what's the word -- wimps. The boys aren't even hot. The waiters are hotter, of course. If I can't fall in pag-ibig and hang with boys, what am I gonna do when I grow up? I don't even have an ambition. I thought, that when I ilipat to the new house I could restart my life and be a new person. But no, I can't. Why? Because my mother cares about me way too much. People should appreciate a mother like mine, but I don't. She should care a little lesser.
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10:00AM. Welcome to the new house at St. Avenue.
New house, but no new life.
Time to unpack and look at the rooms.
Hope they're pretty.
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My mom picked a room for me.
Nice choice.
She picked a room which has a two different pader colors.
Red and blue.
Perfect.
I unzip the bag. Thinking about unpacking already makes me feel irritated and lazy -- so I just lay down on the bed. Which suddenly reminds me of something. Ryan Jacobson. Guy susunod door. His parents were killed sa pamamagitan ng his own sister, Carrie Ann. Carrie Ann must have been crazy or psychotic. Who would kill his/her own parents? A maniac? As much as I don't like my mother and father treating me like a little baby, I would never try to kill them. It's just complete balderdash! I heard Ryan moved to live with his aunt, but I don't know why he returned back here. Maybe he's insane as well.
I walk downstairs. Where's my mom? Oh, obviously she has a night shift. She's a doctor, too many patients to help. And my dad isn't here too. A police officer, would have a night shift too probably. So, instead of wasting my time wandering around thinking about night shifts, I head out.
Ryan Jacobson -- he lives susunod to me. I enter his garden. His house is "gateless" apparently. I knock on the door.
"Hi?" He greeted. He seems curious and scared.
"Hello, I'm Bloom -- your new neighbor."
"I have a new neighbor?" He asks. "That doesn't sound good."
"So you live alone?"
"Unless you wanna stalk me." He says.
Pervy. "No."
"Hang out, dude. I have a set of DVDs of a lot of movies." He says.
I smile. "Okay." I enter his house. He locks the door.
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Wait it's 3:30PM already? I feel exhausted. I just watched four horror pelikula with Ryan: The Exorcist, The Exorcist II, The Last Exorcism, The Last Exorcism II. And it all spells like "exercise". Really horrific -- but I would say suspense, actually. Ryan is really fun when you get to know him. Okay, fine I'll admit it: He's hot, nice, cute, kind and handsome. Five trades. Along with my name which has five letters.
"So you enjoyed 'em?" He asks.
I look at him. "Totally,"
"Well--"
Suddenly I heard screaming. "What the bloody hell?"
Ryan rushed to the door one meter away from his living room. He twisted the doorknob. He grabs my hand and pushes me, and I fall in front of his door.
"Ryan!" I scream.
"Sorry I panicked," He sinabi as he shuts the door in front of my face.
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School time.
And do not think of what Ryan did yesterday.
I mean we were having a fun time, he sinabi after that he wants to ipakita me "Lord of the Rings", but then after the screaming he pushes me, and I fall in front of his door and he shuts the door in front of my face.
What was that? Is his house haunted and he's trying to protect me? I'll make a theory for this. What if he killed his parents and Carrie Ann and made a lie saying Carrie Ann killed their parents? Moreover, in an old newspaper the topic of his family trended up when he sinabi Carrie Ann disappeared into the woods. What the bloody hell?
Focus. I need to focus on walking. I'm carrying my green bag and holding three thick books for English class. Don't let them fall. Conceal what you feel.
"Hey!" Someone patted me from behind.
Ryan.
"What happened last night?"
"Nothing, I just--well you don't need to know." Ryan said.
I blink. "Why not?"
"Because it's a family thing." He said.
"Oh what, you're gonna tell me you have a CD which plays walang tiyak na layunin stuff and a scream of your mother getting killed?"
"Yes." He said.
Wait, what? "Are you crazy?"
"No." He said. "I promise, I'll tell everything tonight."
"I have a konsiyerto tonight. I participated in a band." Oh yes, I did. Yesterday I did went to school only to sign up and register my name and I volunteered to be the lead in a band.
"I'll come!" Ryan said.
"You're in college."
"But I can come." He says.
"Okay."
Ryan walks away. Runs away.
Boys. Are. Weird.
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Chapter 1 finished. TATA. Oke talk to you in chapter 2~~!!
✯ THIS IS SET IN AN AU WHERE BLOOM DOES NOT HAVE POWERS AND HAS A DIFFERENT LIFE. AND THE SPECIALISTS WILL COME REALLY LATE. ✯
I look at the clock. 7:30AM. Good.
Still early. But my parents need me now, I mean, we're moving to a new house at a new city. I should start packing now.
I grab my big red-leather bag and unzip it. It's empty, and before I put my stuff in there I usually measure it. But this time, the bag is medium-sized so it's hard to measure. My older bag was big, and I can measure each inch. I Nawawala it when I was travelling with my parents to another country. Thank goodness I brought an emergency bag with the same stuff as the bag I Nawawala that time. I got scolded sa pamamagitan ng my mother and when we reached back here in Gardenia, she bought me a medium-sized bag. But at least I have a bag, right?
I walk downstairs carrying the bag. It was light enough even though I already filled it with cosmetics, outfits and others. That's weird, yet awkward. I place the bag susunod to my parents'. They share the same bag, like how they share-- okay, I'm dirty-minded. I sit on the couch, holding papkorn and switch on the television. My paborito movie "Beautiful Creatures" was on. Well I wouldn't say paborito movie, but I would say paborito movie adapted from a book instead. I snatch a dozen of papkorn and stuff them in my mouth. I didn't have anything for breakfast so papkorn can make me less hungrier.
"Bloomie, finished packin'?" I hear my mother's voice coming from the upstairs.
"Like, 3 segundos ago."
"Good. Whatcha watchin'?" Ah, she's using that awesome yet sometimes irritating accent.
"Just a movie."
"No porn?" Why does she always ask this?
"Mom, please. I don't watch porn."
"Okay fine." Finally.
My mother is always worrying about me watching pornographic and adult material. I'm 19. Aren't bidyo and stuff always say '18 and above'? I'm above 18. A taon above 18. My mother won't even let me fall in pag-ibig and hang with boys -- which is why I'm a loner at school. I always do projects with the person who doesn't have allies, I don't like making friends. Yes, I seem really nice -- but I just don't know how. Most of the girls are, what's the word -- wimps. The boys aren't even hot. The waiters are hotter, of course. If I can't fall in pag-ibig and hang with boys, what am I gonna do when I grow up? I don't even have an ambition. I thought, that when I ilipat to the new house I could restart my life and be a new person. But no, I can't. Why? Because my mother cares about me way too much. People should appreciate a mother like mine, but I don't. She should care a little lesser.
✯✯✯
10:00AM. Welcome to the new house at St. Avenue.
New house, but no new life.
Time to unpack and look at the rooms.
Hope they're pretty.
✯✯✯
My mom picked a room for me.
Nice choice.
She picked a room which has a two different pader colors.
Red and blue.
Perfect.
I unzip the bag. Thinking about unpacking already makes me feel irritated and lazy -- so I just lay down on the bed. Which suddenly reminds me of something. Ryan Jacobson. Guy susunod door. His parents were killed sa pamamagitan ng his own sister, Carrie Ann. Carrie Ann must have been crazy or psychotic. Who would kill his/her own parents? A maniac? As much as I don't like my mother and father treating me like a little baby, I would never try to kill them. It's just complete balderdash! I heard Ryan moved to live with his aunt, but I don't know why he returned back here. Maybe he's insane as well.
I walk downstairs. Where's my mom? Oh, obviously she has a night shift. She's a doctor, too many patients to help. And my dad isn't here too. A police officer, would have a night shift too probably. So, instead of wasting my time wandering around thinking about night shifts, I head out.
Ryan Jacobson -- he lives susunod to me. I enter his garden. His house is "gateless" apparently. I knock on the door.
"Hi?" He greeted. He seems curious and scared.
"Hello, I'm Bloom -- your new neighbor."
"I have a new neighbor?" He asks. "That doesn't sound good."
"So you live alone?"
"Unless you wanna stalk me." He says.
Pervy. "No."
"Hang out, dude. I have a set of DVDs of a lot of movies." He says.
I smile. "Okay." I enter his house. He locks the door.
✯✯✯
Wait it's 3:30PM already? I feel exhausted. I just watched four horror pelikula with Ryan: The Exorcist, The Exorcist II, The Last Exorcism, The Last Exorcism II. And it all spells like "exercise". Really horrific -- but I would say suspense, actually. Ryan is really fun when you get to know him. Okay, fine I'll admit it: He's hot, nice, cute, kind and handsome. Five trades. Along with my name which has five letters.
"So you enjoyed 'em?" He asks.
I look at him. "Totally,"
"Well--"
Suddenly I heard screaming. "What the bloody hell?"
Ryan rushed to the door one meter away from his living room. He twisted the doorknob. He grabs my hand and pushes me, and I fall in front of his door.
"Ryan!" I scream.
"Sorry I panicked," He sinabi as he shuts the door in front of my face.
✯✯✯
School time.
And do not think of what Ryan did yesterday.
I mean we were having a fun time, he sinabi after that he wants to ipakita me "Lord of the Rings", but then after the screaming he pushes me, and I fall in front of his door and he shuts the door in front of my face.
What was that? Is his house haunted and he's trying to protect me? I'll make a theory for this. What if he killed his parents and Carrie Ann and made a lie saying Carrie Ann killed their parents? Moreover, in an old newspaper the topic of his family trended up when he sinabi Carrie Ann disappeared into the woods. What the bloody hell?
Focus. I need to focus on walking. I'm carrying my green bag and holding three thick books for English class. Don't let them fall. Conceal what you feel.
"Hey!" Someone patted me from behind.
Ryan.
"What happened last night?"
"Nothing, I just--well you don't need to know." Ryan said.
I blink. "Why not?"
"Because it's a family thing." He said.
"Oh what, you're gonna tell me you have a CD which plays walang tiyak na layunin stuff and a scream of your mother getting killed?"
"Yes." He said.
Wait, what? "Are you crazy?"
"No." He said. "I promise, I'll tell everything tonight."
"I have a konsiyerto tonight. I participated in a band." Oh yes, I did. Yesterday I did went to school only to sign up and register my name and I volunteered to be the lead in a band.
"I'll come!" Ryan said.
"You're in college."
"But I can come." He says.
"Okay."
Ryan walks away. Runs away.
Boys. Are. Weird.
✯✯✯
Chapter 1 finished. TATA. Oke talk to you in chapter 2~~!!
