So my dad buys a plane off of this woman. I guess they were divorced, but she was the only one that his belongings would go to. He committed suicide a few months ago. He shot himself in the head. The plane is in pieces and in the middle of a restoration. I was asked to look through his hard drive and look for any pictures he might have taken during the restoration. Well, no pictures. Found this though. Very weird. (he was about a 60 year old man)
"The beginning
I watched as he walked into the building, hoping he will this year notice me, and to think that he once had had the same feeling for me as I do for him now, and to think I blew it. Shawn, one of the nicest guys I know, with a heart made of sugar, just know one ever recognized it. He was tall and built with black shaggy hair, and light blue eyes with contacts that made them black, he wore black clothes, chains, and spikes. Most of the people at our school consider him to be ?Goth?, ?punk? or unnatural, but to me, he was Shawn, the nicest man alive. Our junior year had finally came, as I hope he will still talk to me even though I know he will but I don?t know what I will say back. Just thinking about him gives me butterflies, and when I hear his voice I feel as if I could faint.
I sit with my friends by the tables talking about what we had done over the summer. A lot of people would say we aren?t the friendliest group, but that just shows how much they know about us, just because we act and look a little different doesn?t mean we like to be judged. Just walking down the hall ways all we can hear around us is people saying immature things to us for instance ?Goth? ?witch? ?freaks? ?trash? or even say stupid things to us like they should hang us at the stake. Music and my friends are my life and I would simply die without both of them, I mean I could survive with only music, but it just wouldn?t be the same. People often Criticize me and judge me on the music I listen to and the clothes I wear.
My living arrangement isn?t the best; I live with my mother, my three sisters, my two brothers and then me. I wouldn?t say our living arrangement is the best but not the worst, it?s only a four bed room house, (not including the basement) two bathrooms, (also not including the basement), living room, kitchen and a laundry room. I am probably the only fortunate one in the family, I have the basement as my room and it has its own bathroom, but people often come to my bathroom if the other two are occupied.
My mother is frequently yelling at me to do something or to get off my lazy ass, which I?m not truly all that lazy.
?Get off your ass and do something to help around here!? one of the many things she screams to me trying to scream louder then my music.
Or I also hear my brothers and sisters fighting up above in there rooms. My brother Jess is what most people call a jock, he?s my twin brother, and we are nothing alike, we don?t really even look all that much alike, he?s massively into sports, and I hate sports. He loves to be the center of attention for everything, I hate it. My younger brother Travis is actually the only sane one in this family, he?s smart, and he doesn?t have any diseases or any disabilities. And in this house he?s probably the one I care for the most. Then there are my sisters. Jill, the delinquent, she?s 18, dropped out of school the age of 13, never got good grades, started getting into trouble at the age of 10. She steals and is forbidden from practically all the stores from around here, I mean yeah I have stole a few times, like candy and make up, and maybe small things, but nothing compared to her and her probably $1,000 at least worth of stuff. Misty, a clean freak and miss wonderful, she?s part of a little ?clique? call the pink ladies, kind of like from the movie Grease, but they just ruin it. So you probably know what kind of girl she is. And last G, well her real name is Jezebel, she?s the gangster, she?s also in a so called gang, which is pretty much her and some friends. She has gotten shot before in the leg but still keeps going out and doing the same things. So there?s my family I guess. The crazy people that we all are, but that?s not why I?m writing this, to tell you about my family, it?s because I love to write, and what I really want to write about, is Shawn.
I am still sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for Shawn to see me and hoping that we will have some classes together if anything lunch. I can see him talking with his friends at a few tables over, wanting him to come over to me and say at least hello. I watch him as he gets up and looks at me and smiles, I smile back as he walks towards me, and sits next to me.
?How have you been?? he asks. ?Pretty good kind of angry that we have to be in school but who is happy about it I mean its school?what about you?? ?Yeah good point, about the same, I am not ready for this year to be here already, it feels like we are still freshman? (bell rings) Shawn, ?well time to head to class, Ill catch you later maybe, bye?. I watch him as he walks away, wishing to be standing next to him.
I walk into my first hour class, Biology, we have to sit here and listen to the teacher for about a half an hour, and I have to sit by this girl names Lauren, I wouldn?t say we are the best of friends ever, or friends at all, actually we kind of hate each other with a passion. Over the intercom the principle announces an assembly in the gym for all years. I walk in there with a few friends I spot Shawn of course, we go sit down and he?s only two rows in front of us."
Im not sure what to make of it.
EDIT: it was hidden by the way
Cliffs:
-I look for pictures of an airplane on dead guy's computer (suicide)
-Cant find anything but a weird hidden text doc
-text doc turns out to be some story of a girl who likes some guy named shawn
-what this is doing on a 60 year old dead guys computer, I have no idea
-no kids, really he was the only one on his computer as far as I know
"The beginning
I watched as he walked into the building, hoping he will this year notice me, and to think that he once had had the same feeling for me as I do for him now, and to think I blew it. Shawn, one of the nicest guys I know, with a heart made of sugar, just know one ever recognized it. He was tall and built with black shaggy hair, and light blue eyes with contacts that made them black, he wore black clothes, chains, and spikes. Most of the people at our school consider him to be ?Goth?, ?punk? or unnatural, but to me, he was Shawn, the nicest man alive. Our junior year had finally came, as I hope he will still talk to me even though I know he will but I don?t know what I will say back. Just thinking about him gives me butterflies, and when I hear his voice I feel as if I could faint.
I sit with my friends by the tables talking about what we had done over the summer. A lot of people would say we aren?t the friendliest group, but that just shows how much they know about us, just because we act and look a little different doesn?t mean we like to be judged. Just walking down the hall ways all we can hear around us is people saying immature things to us for instance ?Goth? ?witch? ?freaks? ?trash? or even say stupid things to us like they should hang us at the stake. Music and my friends are my life and I would simply die without both of them, I mean I could survive with only music, but it just wouldn?t be the same. People often Criticize me and judge me on the music I listen to and the clothes I wear.
My living arrangement isn?t the best; I live with my mother, my three sisters, my two brothers and then me. I wouldn?t say our living arrangement is the best but not the worst, it?s only a four bed room house, (not including the basement) two bathrooms, (also not including the basement), living room, kitchen and a laundry room. I am probably the only fortunate one in the family, I have the basement as my room and it has its own bathroom, but people often come to my bathroom if the other two are occupied.
My mother is frequently yelling at me to do something or to get off my lazy ass, which I?m not truly all that lazy.
?Get off your ass and do something to help around here!? one of the many things she screams to me trying to scream louder then my music.
Or I also hear my brothers and sisters fighting up above in there rooms. My brother Jess is what most people call a jock, he?s my twin brother, and we are nothing alike, we don?t really even look all that much alike, he?s massively into sports, and I hate sports. He loves to be the center of attention for everything, I hate it. My younger brother Travis is actually the only sane one in this family, he?s smart, and he doesn?t have any diseases or any disabilities. And in this house he?s probably the one I care for the most. Then there are my sisters. Jill, the delinquent, she?s 18, dropped out of school the age of 13, never got good grades, started getting into trouble at the age of 10. She steals and is forbidden from practically all the stores from around here, I mean yeah I have stole a few times, like candy and make up, and maybe small things, but nothing compared to her and her probably $1,000 at least worth of stuff. Misty, a clean freak and miss wonderful, she?s part of a little ?clique? call the pink ladies, kind of like from the movie Grease, but they just ruin it. So you probably know what kind of girl she is. And last G, well her real name is Jezebel, she?s the gangster, she?s also in a so called gang, which is pretty much her and some friends. She has gotten shot before in the leg but still keeps going out and doing the same things. So there?s my family I guess. The crazy people that we all are, but that?s not why I?m writing this, to tell you about my family, it?s because I love to write, and what I really want to write about, is Shawn.
I am still sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for Shawn to see me and hoping that we will have some classes together if anything lunch. I can see him talking with his friends at a few tables over, wanting him to come over to me and say at least hello. I watch him as he gets up and looks at me and smiles, I smile back as he walks towards me, and sits next to me.
?How have you been?? he asks. ?Pretty good kind of angry that we have to be in school but who is happy about it I mean its school?what about you?? ?Yeah good point, about the same, I am not ready for this year to be here already, it feels like we are still freshman? (bell rings) Shawn, ?well time to head to class, Ill catch you later maybe, bye?. I watch him as he walks away, wishing to be standing next to him.
I walk into my first hour class, Biology, we have to sit here and listen to the teacher for about a half an hour, and I have to sit by this girl names Lauren, I wouldn?t say we are the best of friends ever, or friends at all, actually we kind of hate each other with a passion. Over the intercom the principle announces an assembly in the gym for all years. I walk in there with a few friends I spot Shawn of course, we go sit down and he?s only two rows in front of us."
Im not sure what to make of it.
EDIT: it was hidden by the way
Cliffs:
-I look for pictures of an airplane on dead guy's computer (suicide)
-Cant find anything but a weird hidden text doc
-text doc turns out to be some story of a girl who likes some guy named shawn
-what this is doing on a 60 year old dead guys computer, I have no idea
-no kids, really he was the only one on his computer as far as I know
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