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(Note: This is far from fanfic, more of original fiction, butttttt, that's ok, right?)

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"Grt art u did on the forum amy"



"Whats wrong with u? U did great on it"



"U always act as if ur being bullied jesus"

"i agree with mason"

"Yea"




Thx 4 the feedback"


Amy was a Californian college girl in her mid-twenties, heading headfirst into drugged hippies and harsh critics (at least from her perspective). Her only three friends are also her worst enemies, Amy's personal and college life isn't exactly kicking for her, and the worst hasn't even set in. She a depressed, she's a forum artist, and she's a college girl: What could go wrong?

Well, everything really...


-END OF PROLOGUE-

This story will be updated with a chapter every Friday, usually in the afternoon.

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Chapter 1

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"When I was a boy I lived on Poplar Street ... Just a little child with plasters on my knees"

Her room covered in darkness, Amy opened her eyes to her computer screen. It had been a week after Christmas, and, busy with the festivities, Amy lost her sense of how much happens on the web in seven days. New memes, new people, and new requests for her 'top-of-the-line' artwork. Yeah, she was a forum artist, selling her brand on a OK platform, titled Klaqu. Klaqu's a forum-chatroom type website, committed to bring people together and sparking intuition between communities. It was the exact opposite in the flesh; Online wars happened ever day, between furries and gamers, commies and hippies, etc. and etc. The young artist was in between it all, selling her pieces along with her other mediocre friends, Lea, Mason, and Rachael. Amy knew only Rachael in real life, and Rachael claims she knows Lea and Mason in real life. Amy doesn't believe her crap about Mason and Lea.

She got up from her bed, went to the kitchen, and smiled as she poured herself some green tea. Amy was a great follower of green tea, maybe even religious about it... She always had her watermark as a cup of green tea, her username, "Amese3", plastered on the yellow mug. She returned to her lair and started to check her millions of commissions and business deals.

After checking her millions of emails, she then checked Klaqu's home screen. To nothing of her surprise, there was a 50+ next to the messages tab. Amy clicked it reluctantly and her first message made her eyes widened...

Hazydrams1: Hey amy its me carter

The artist immediately clicked off the messages tab, Carter? How'd he know Amese3 is me?. She, after breaking down a slight bit, mustered enough courage to reclick the messages and type a response.

Amese3: Hey carter umm how is your day?

Amy knew Carter from her Economics class, she disliked him a lot. He'd often make others uncomfortable, talk back to the professor, and just be an annoying kid in general. Amy's been in the same group as him only once and hated it all the way. Amy heard the ding of the reply noise. She clicked the message group to see the response.

Hazydrams1: idk its going good hey amy ive got a question

She did not want to reply nor ever talk to this arrogant, rich kid ever again. That's how it was every time they talked in real life. Amy sighed and typed, trying to be a decent person and choke someone at the same time.

Amese3: yea?

The reply was quick.

Hazydrams1: could you come over tonight?

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End Chapter

Chapter 2

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"What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me ... no more... What is love?"

It was all a big joke to Amy, no way had Carter found her on Klaqu and had the balls to ask her to come over. Maybe it was one of her friends smurfing and catfishing her? No, they were in their classes during the morning. Amy did not want to go to Carter's apartment, it was practically a death wish. See, Amy's college absolutely sucks at sorting apartments. They have one person in the crowd that gets the entire apartment in trouble or vice versa. Luckily, Amy didn't have that problem, all of her neighbors were calm artists, like her. She looked back at the forum, sipped her tea, and returned the message.

Amese3: No im good

The message sent was immediately returned

Hazydrams1: Pleassseeee i need your answers to this questionnnnn

Amy could hear the absolute annoyance in his text, her ears almost bled.

Amese3: No ill block you if you don't stop

Hazydrams1: ugh ok fine

Good Amy thought He's finally off me about it. Amy looked at her black watch, she got it last week, as an early Christmas present from her uncle. It had a Hello Kitty sticker from another present, a coloring book. Her family still treated her as a little girl, she revolted, but yet she is, looking at her Hello Kitty sticker on her watch, and smiling.

It was 11:46 am, almost time for Amy's Economics class. Her schedule was simple on weekends, Economics at 12, Graphic Design at 3, and her final class, Art History. It was a hard life on weekdays, however, she had 5 classes, her boring workload, and 13-year-olds begging her for their free YouTube avatar and title art. Amy loved and equally hated being an artist, being a social worker AND drawing is hard as the ever-living Christ to do.

Amy got up, got dressed, and got her bookbag for Economics and for more 'businessmen' to give her offers on God and Christianity. There was pepper spray in her bag just in case the businessmen came to her on their advice...

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End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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"Let's get lost, you can take me home. Summer nights, we can be alone. I've GTG, whoa-oh-oh-oh-a

The artist was walking on the plant-infested sidewalk to her class, Economics. Amy hated the thought of outside, the sun and heat bared against her as if she was an Egyptian slave. She continued her trot to her classroom, through the few crowds of students that plagued the paths.

Amy had the door held open by a random bystander, of which she walked through to the plaza. It was a large, square building with a majestic statue in the middle. It was of the school's founder, Quinn Fred the First. It was a bland name in Amy's opinion, and to her, it seemed to be the victim of constant senior pranks. She continued her restless walk to room 209, Mr. King's room. He was not a monarchy, unlike most students believe. He was more like ... stale bread, blabbering on and on about literal stock progressions. Amy had been a scholar of McDonald's' evergrowing wealth, yet, she still could not keep a stable job at McDonald's.

She creaked the door open and was welcomed by Racheal, her peer counselor. Racheal was a short, black-skinned, young adult. She wore glasses and had braided blonde (of which she dyed) hair.

"Hey, Amy! Caught a drift on a new hobby?" Racheal laughed. Of course, Amy knew she was joking, and she decided to strike back.

"Caught anything about stilts yet?" Amy chuckled back. Racheal nudged Amy on the shoulder and laughed some more.

"Funny, funny. Mr. King-of-Reffrals is out on a coffee break so you wanna grab a marker and draw on his board?"

Amy's friend tilted to the whiteboard, it had a blue name titled, 'Mr. King'. Amy smiled at the idea, grabbed a red marker from the board's shelf, and started drawing a small fox. She messed up the leg and butchered the nose but Racheal was laughing all the way. Amy finished later and took her seat in the front next to Racheal. Mr. King put them there as Racheal blackmailed him with very, very private information. Even Amy didn't know what that info was, but she didn't care, she sat near her best friend in almost all of her classes.

After she sat, Racheal and Amy chatted until the entire class was rounded up. Mr. King came after a few minutes, shut down the class' talking, and looked to his board.

"All right, Who the hell drew this here?" Mr. King pointed at the fox Amy drew. The artist's heart sank.

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End of Chapter 3