Imaginary
Or is he?
Paula Billards watched her ratty old laces fly about her old shoes as she monotonously walked home. Although her gaze was rooted to the ground, she was not watching her laces. Her head was full of something else; something she had been wanting ever since she first saw him.
Bang.
She grunted as her head hit the screen door of her bungalow. Finally tearing her gaze away from her shoes, she opened the door and stepped inside, not bothering to take her shoes off. She headed immediately to her room and upon reaching it, slammed the door behind her and tossed her backpack onto her bed. Her computer, humming with electricity, seemed to be waiting for her. She sat down on her cheap folding chair, pulled up to the computer desk and tapped the space bar. The screen flickered to life, and her document that she had opened a few days ago stared at her. She reviewed it thoughtfully, and was satisfied with her description..
Paula loved romance novels. The intimate moments, the lingering gazes, the way everything worked out. She hoped that someday, her life would turn out the same way; That she could be happy with her crush forever after. As long as she had him, she wouldn't care if she was homeless, as long as it was with him..
Now, she continued on her novel. In a sense, it was her life. Not her life as in her obsession, but her life as in what had happened to her over the past few years. The heroine's name was Angelina, and she was so much more perfect than her creator. Everything that had gone wrong for Paula went right for Angeline. Angeline was beautiful; Paula was somewhat plain. Angeline was curvy, had shining blue eyes and radiant gold hair; Paula was skinny with dull brown eyes and plain brown hair. Angeline was bright and passed all her subjects with flying colours; Paula just barely made it in every subject except English.
Paula was envious of her creation, yet she knew she had power. Power to twist Angeline's life into a horror story, power to wreck everything and everyone. Power of fate, of choice, of God.
But Paula didn't want to ruin Angeline's life, she wanted to make it her own. This was the power she wanted most, yet it was one that danced out of her grasp, taunting her and flaunting it's ability, it's beauty, just like every girl who went out with Daniel Hawk.
Daniel Hawk; Strong, beautiful, kind, humourous, every girl's dream. Paula coveted him, an was envious of every other girl who flocked around him. Who could flock around him, without being teased by the others.
But Paula had something they didn't; The ability to create.
While other girls were concerned about what to wear every day, while they were giggling about less fortunate people, while they were obsessed over name brands, the rest of their life was shoved out. 'So what? What use is creativity?' they thought. Knowledge was nothing as long as they had their gossip sessions.
This was Paula's only solace when she was teased by them. Yet she didn't feel the power she did when she wrote. She felt small, as people do when they're taunted. Small and weak and useless and ugly,
dull,
flat,
plain,
geeky,
retarded.
Paula was typing away madly, intent on writing as much she could before her parents came home.
His hair was a beautiful ebony, and his eyes a deep, comforting green. He had the face of an angel; Pure, beautiful, full of good. Tall and handsome, beautifully built, radiating warmth.
This was merely a fraction of her description of Angeline's boyfriend, David. David was her Daniel Hawk; only with her style of choice. Oh, she wished he were real, wished she was Beautiful Angeline, wished she had David... But that was just a wish of a plain girl, who was nothing spectacular, had no paranormal abilities.
Or so it was thought.
After a usual, silent, microwaved dinner session, Paula headed back to her room. Her parents were usually silent people, not outgoing by nature, almost to the brink of anti-social. But Paula honestly didn't care. In fact, she was happy that her parents didn't bring people over all the time.
After she wrote a little more, she saved, shut down the computer and got in to bed. Nothing extraordinary had happened today, which was unusual for a Friday. But who knew why Fate chose its course?
But it seems Fate had saved it's most exciting events for the weekend.
She woke with a start, not knowing why. It almost felt like someone was watching her, like someone was in the room with her... but that was ridiculous. She got out of bed quickly, her small feet seeming to recoil at the touch of the cold floor.
As Paula entered the kitchen, her mother's usual note was tacked to the wall. This one said she and dad would be out for the day, so don't have any parties, and stay in the house, okay dear?
Ignoring the last few parts, Paula opened the fridge and grabbed the coffee whitener. She then set the kettle to boil, and put a tablespoon of instant coffee grind into the bottom of a well-used mug.
While she waited for the kettle to whistle, she went back to her room to boot up her computer.
As she entered, she regained the feeling of being watched. A shiver ran down her spine, and she decided to spend the day in the backyard, maybe re-read a book.
So, after pouring the boiling water into the mug, pouring in some coffee whitener and adding a lump of sugar, she took an old novel outside. It wasn't very hot out this morning, in fact, you might even call it a little cool. So Paula was okay in her sweatshirt and jeans.
She set her coffee on the patio table, and proceeded to make herself comfortable on the rickety Muskoka chair.
She struggled to stay interested, but she had read this particular novel many, many times. Sighing, she idly flipped through the pages, not really reading. And then, the feeling of being watched returned. It was as though her spine had been coated in a thin layer of ice, and she shivered violently. If I focus on the book, the feeling might go away, she thought, but there was doubt all over that. Yet she persisted, trying to focus on the words she had read many times before, and ignoring her brain that was already forming sentences ahead of her eyes.
Subject: MAI SEEREEUS STOREEEEEZ AND OTHER STUFF :o 
Tue May 20, 2008 7:07 pm
