Untold Stories (Lore)

The Unsettling Truth that lies ahead.

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           Azzy woke up at 6:24 AM, it was weird since they swore they slept at 3 PM close to 4, it was concerning. As well as the fact their parents didn't wake them up for dinner, or anything at all! Azzy sat up from the bed, got some clean clothes, got their clothes off and replaced them with clean ones, redoing her hair in a half ponytail upwards, while the thin layer of hair was down, and went downstairs to make herself a Caramel coffee. At times they choose Mocha, but, for now, it's Caramel day. Her mother was asleep. As usual since the first day of school started on Tuesday, it's now Wednesday. Her mom has her day off only on Wednesday or if she is sick, which is believable, unfortunately in middle school Azzy had the nurses dumbfounded since apparently if you have one minor cold, they sent you back home claiming that you're sick.
     'Pathetic.' Azzy thought in their head, practically internalizing facepalm, while thinking that. They were finally able to finish making the coffee, after about 10 minutes, or so. Obviously, Azzy practically had to chug it down, only due to the fact she only had about 20 minutes, and then they had to leave for the bus. After chugging the drink down, Azzy gently washed the fragile coffee cup, and set it down on top of the dishes that weren't washed yesterday, due to their absence. Azzy sighed at the sight, knowing either one, they'll get yelled at when they get home, or her parents will finally leave them alone.
            Despite how much Azzy tried to explain to them why they tend to forget about washing them, her parents have the audacity to complain, saying that Azzy is lazy despite how hard Azzy works just to be successful in High School. The horrible part about high school is the fact you have to run 10 miles in the gym, luckily, in the second week of school we will be able to apply for after school sports, that way you can skip the 10 miles. While going outside, in the freezing 25 degree weather, they brainstormed on what after-school activity that they enjoy that is sport related. All pointed to one specific sport, basketball. See, Azzy when they were in the old elementary school, they shot basketballs pretty well into the hops. 
       Though, the slight problem is that Azzy likes to be alone while doing it. So it's either that, or a different sport they haven't done at all, or for a while. Azzy prefers basketball, however. By the time Azzy stopped brainstorming, they were at their stop, and the bus was there. Azzy quickly got onto the bus, knowing this little, to no time to get into your seats before the bus moved. Luckily that didn't happen, and Azzy peacefully sits on her assigned bus seat. When you're about in 7th grade which is when you start middle school where Azzy lives, you get to choose your own seat. Unfortunately since the people get dumber each generation, Azzy had to listen to the immaturity of 7th and 8th graders, usually the back ones are the most terrifying type of 7th & 8th graders.
        Azzy gets out their phone, and quickly texts their mother that they are on the bus, so Azzy's mother gets a random panic attack about it and then says how much of a disappointment Azzy is. 'Honestly, humanity like this is stupid, always rely on false information without doing any research, thinking it'll solve problems when it creates more. After all, we are supposed to be the fault of this world.
         Meaning responsibilities that the guardians had just disappeared in thin air, and we are blamed for that.' Azzy thought, as they look outside of the window, usually never snows at their house for no apparent reason, even though the temperature is just right for snow, but the people that are farther away from Azzy's house have snow, quite interesting. Azzy's bus went at an alarmingly faster pace. As other things were happening, it was too fast for Azzy to recognize. As if life stopped at a halt. Azzy's vision turns to black as they feel the gravity deepen, making the bus fall off the cliff. Azzy no longer hears children laugh, children talk about immature things, not even the radio that plays in the bus‽¿

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         Azzy woke up at 6:02 AM, it was weird since they swore they slept at 3 PM close to 4, it was concerning, well that's all they could remember, something was missing. As well as the fact their parents didn't wake them up for dinner, or anything at all. Azzy sat up from the bed, got some clean clothes, got their clothes off and replaced them with clean ones, redoing her hair in a half ponytail upwards, while the thin layer of hair was down, and went downstairs to make herself a Caramel coffee. At times they choose Mocha, but, for now, it's Caramel day. As well as washing her face, she felt as if she's been here before, like a sense of Deja Vu. Her mother was asleep. As usual since the first day of school started on Tuesday, it's now Wednesday. Her mom has her day off only on Wednesday or if she is sick, which is believable, unfortunately in middle school Azzy had the nurses dumbfounded since apparently if you have one minor cold, they sent you back home claiming that you're sick.
          Azzy thought of nothing in their head, as if she were empty, something wasn't right.. They were finally able to finish making the coffee, after about 10 minutes, or so, which this time they predicted. Azzy slowly sipped her Caramel coffee, only due to the fact she only had about 40 minutes, and then they had to leave for the bus. After the Caramel Coffee, Azzy gently washed the fragile coffee cup, and set it down on top of the counter that was next to a sink that had a bunch of dishes which weren't washed yesterday, due to their absence. Azzy sighed at the sight, knowing either one, they'll get yelled at when they get home, her parents will finally leave them alone, or not be there. 
          Despite how much Azzy tried to explain to them why they tend to forget about washing them, her parents have the audacity to complain, saying that Azzy is lazy despite how hard Azzy works just to be successful in High School. The horrible part about high school is the fact you have to run 10 miles in the gym, luckily, in the second week of school we will be able to apply for after school sports, that way you can skip the 10 miles. While going outside, in the freezing 25 degree weather, they brainstormed on what after-school activity that they enjoy that is sport related. All pointed to one specific sport, basketball. See, Azzy when they were in the old elementary school, they shot basketballs pretty well into the hops.
        Though, the slight problem is that Azzy likes to be alone while doing it. So it's either that, or a different sport they haven't done at all, or for a while. Azzy prefers basketball, however. The bus never came, it was weird, but Azzy knew something was definitely wrong, as their stomach started to twist inside, as if paranoia struck, Azzy looked around, when they looked to the right side of the road, they saw an ambulance come through. As if they discovered something which was in the back of their mind, Azzy began to feel.. Unsafe. So Azzy quickly ran home, as the song "Where the Watermelon Rots" was playing. The way it matched was terrifying, so they decided to follow the directions, to not be caught by the flames of realization, of the unsettling truth.

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