Oh dear sweet baby Jesus, there is FIVE TO SIX INCHES of snow outside of my window.  FIVE to SIX inches.  And it is February.  I don't know if I can handle this madness.  The last time I saw real snow, it was two and a half years ago.  I don't have a coat.  SNOW.  

Oh shit.  I have to drive in this ridiculousness tomorrow.  

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It was my birthday party today.  I got pretty pretty presents.  One was a St. Jude pendant that is the exact same length as my cross, so I am going to the mall tomorrow to get my cross chain shortened.  

I also got a t-shirt that says "Haikus are easy / But sometimes don't make much sense /  Hippopotamus".  I had to explain to everyone what a haiku was, which was tragic and more ridiculous than the snow (SNOW!), because seriously?  You don't know what a haiku is?  ...Seriously? 

AND I got a bag that says "Leave now, before I shed my human skin and eat you."  It is very appropriate, and I'm going to take it everywhere.  

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I applied for an internship at my Daddy's company.  My online password is nepotism, and they will pay me nineteen dollars an hour if I get it.  This is exciting.  

Less exciting was the realization that after I get done SELLING MY SOUL for good grades, I will have to work forty-hour-work-weeks all summer, so that I can afford to go to Peru next summer, and grad school after that.  

Damn you, real life.  Quit messing with my pool time. 

This is a weird little exercise in a style of writing that disturbs me and should disturb you too. It shouldn't be too long, but it is very emo/angsty. This is only the first chapter, and I am going to skip over some parts that I don't deem neccesary, like properly talking about his friends or his life or whatever. It's going to be weird and have mentions of self-abuse, and a graphic murder and torture. 

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Title: They can’t, I shouldn’t
Author: coconutfred
Summary: James may blame himself for his family’s death, but that does not mean he wants to die.
Copy write: Mostly this is mine, although I’m not sure how proud that should make me.


( Prologue )

Alright here goes. Over here, chapters will be changed to the way I have decided to keep them. Then on all the other sites I have this posted at (fictionpress) will be changed to as you see it. I feel rather brilliant.   BTW-nothing is on here that you haven't already read, if you have been reading from the start.