Untitled Short Story.

Untitled - By casperONFIRE

Her life wasn’t all that nice. In fact, her life was worse then that. Her life was a sham. Fake. Pretend.

The world saw her as she wanted it too, it saw her as a pretty, young girl. A girl with a bunch of friends. A girl with a lot going for her. But, as I said, it was all pretend. She wanted the world to think this of her, even though it wasn’t true. Sure, she was pretty, but that was just the luck of genetics. She wasn’t stupid either, she did do alright in school. And she did have a bunch of friends, though they all knew her for what she pretended and not what she really was. They where her friends, yes, but not real friends. They liked the idea of her, but they never really went out of their way to see her out side of school. But she liked it like this, because she couldn’t always pretend.

She usually kept a diary on her, just drawing in it randomly whenever she fancied. She never let anyone see what she drew, though, or wrote either. It was her outlet, that was where she locked up her real self, all her sadness, all her self hatred, all her issues where sealed away within that one tattered old book. Sometimes these fake friends of her inquired about the book. When they did, she would shut it abruptly, laugh and smile, and tell them it was ‘just something she did.’ Her ‘friends’ just accepted the answer, because the truth was they didn’t care all that much.

Her name was Anna by the way.


His life wasn’t all that nice either, not like her life, because he was real.

The world saw him for what he was, just an average looking boy, with a small group of friends, who battled through the education system. Unlike her, he had been given bad genetics. He had severe food allergies, but they where ok because he was used to it now. He wasn’t particularly good at school, not because he didn’t try, but he just wasn’t the academic type. Mind you he wasn’t the athletic type either, he was a musician. He wasn’t spectacular, but he was quite good with his guitar. He preferred acoustic to electric, just because he liked the clear sound. He had a few friends, but unlike her, his friends knew him, and cared.

He expressed his feelings for the world to see, through his songs. He wrote beautiful, passionate songs about life, but he never showed them to anyone. It wasn’t an escape, as it was for her, it was just an outlet. A way to express things, to understand, and to cope. His friends knew he wrote songs, but they knew he was too shy to show any of them what he wrote. They understood that.

His name was Daniel by the way.


They went to the same school, in the same year level, and in most of the same classes too. They never really talked much, and seldom ever looked at each other, but they where both aware of each other. Daniel would walk into his 9am English class, and without glancing at the room, he could tell whether she was already seated or not. It was the same for Anna, too, though neither knew that the other could do this. But there was one thing that they both knew, they both knew that Anna was fake. In one moment, Daniel was able to figure it out. He had to make a speech for class one day, and while scanning through his classmates his eyes accidently caught hers. When their gazes met, Anna unwittingly dropped the barricades, and Daniel was able to see her for what she was. She was broken.

Before that incident, the two had never talked, and after that incident, it was to be a long while before they did actually have their first conversation. It happened one day, Anna was sitting on her own up in the bleachers, writing in her diary, as she usually did. He was sitting underneath the bleachers, tuning his guitar. After he was done tuning it, he played a few simple chords just to test. As he did, Anna subconsciously sung the chords. She didn’t notice she did it, but Daniel did.

He glanced up, and couldn’t see who it was, but knew from his 6th sense it was Anna. He played a series of chords now, and she again sung along without noticing. He continued to play, and she matched each note he strummed with her angelic voice. After a while, Anna began to notice what was happening, and looked down through the bleachers to see Daniel starring up at her, eyes wide, hands still firmly on his guitar. For a few moments they just starred at each other, before one of them finally broke the painful silence.

“You’re a good singer.” Daniel said to her, resting his guitar down.

“You’re a good guitarist,” Anna offered in response. Not much else was said, as their eyes did the conversing. In that moment, Anna felt exposed. He saw her for what she really was, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t hide from him. Daniel could see was she broken, and unlike she had always feared, he didn’t turn away from her.

“I see you…” Daniel began, “I see past the mask, the fraud, I see you for you. And I still think you’re beautiful.”

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bump. kinda.

its like another one of those sad stories that end where you wanna cry and smile at the same time!! i love it casper, *applaud*.

Goodness, Emma. This was so beautiful, it made me want to cry. You have talent, seriously.

Oh wow. That was amazing. You really do have some serious talent.

I wish I could write like you (:

That was really good. You are an amazing writer!!!!!!!! You did a really good kob of capturing who they were and Anna's feelings. 5 stars;)

Wow Casper, You have serious talent. I hope you carry on writing more stuff

i love it, it is fantastic!

the very last sentence is my favourite (:
i think you are awesome at ending your story's they always leave a certain emotion in someone.