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When I told Paul that I was going to the bathroom, I didn't tell him that I wasn't just going to the bathroom.

But seriously, what was I thinking? Telling him that the place I could think was in the bathroom? Am I nuts? Well, maybe but I wouldn't go way overboard to sit on a stinky toilet seat for forty five minutes and have a recap of all the bad things that have been recently happening to me.

No man, I do not go that way.

After having a little tinkling in the bathroom, I secretively snuck out of the diner and went on my way to one of my other few favorite places.

"Such a beauty." I sighed and stared at the view in front of me. I made a ten minute walk to an old garden park named after me, 'Gimelle'. It wasn't much, not very spacious and all but what made it extra special was that my mother, the real one, made it for me. She especially made a tall gazebo in the middle, where you could take a look at the small man made pond. A chain of light bulbs surrounded the inner roof, and when you turned the switch on, it made you want to buy lights of your own and hang it in your room. The bushes around it were rose bushes, and I raised up some koi fish in the pond. At day, it looks just like an ordinary garden park with plants, but at night, it's absolutely breathtaking. It used to be a tourist attraction, but it was shut down and abandoned as soon as she passed away. So now, I'm left to take care of it myself.

I smiled as I played with the water, sitting on the grass with koi fish as my company. In times of sorrow and in times of unbearable sadness, this was my only refuge. Paul knew I liked to visit the place, but he didn't know I actually took care of it. Sometimes he'd ask me why I liked being here when all the memories here were sad. In my head, I could only think that it's better to revisit sad memories, because they're constant reminders that you made it through. You did it.

Ugh. I'm turning sappy now. Whatever.

"Hey Emmy, how's life?" I asked one of my koi fish. Emmy is one of the strangest and most unique koi fish in the bunch. Unlike most of my koi fish, Emmy was the color of charcoal. Really black. And besides that, Emmy didn't like being around the other fishes and lived in isolation under a little cave I made in the pond. Thus I called it Emmy, short for Emo. If I called it Emo, it's life would probably be worse than it is.

It's kinda sad. Like me.

Besides Emmy, I named my other koi fishes Vanilla, Shrimp, Minny, Cheese, Nemo and Heart. I named Vanilla after it's color, cream. Nemo also had orange and white scales so I named it so. Minny is a yellow koi fish, and I called it Minny in short for minion. Shrimp is almost the same as Nemo, with it's orange and white scales, but majority of it's color is white. Cheese is not a yellow koi fish, but a blue one. I only named it Cheese cuz you know, Blue Cheese? Yeah no never mind. Lastly, Heart is a red koi fish. It really likes going to Emmy, despite Emmy going as far away as possible, so I thought maybe it likes Emmy.

Yep, I know I give the weirdest names. I wonder if my future child will have a weird name too.

When Emmy obviously ignored my question, I shook out some fish food. Quicker than a fox, the six fishes swam to the place I dropped the food. Emmy still ignored, as usual.

"If you were a real person Emmy, we'd be the best of friends." I laughed at myself.

I lied down on the grass and closed my eyes, just listening as the world went by. I heard the splashing of the water, the faint sound of cars passing, the crickets and their melodic chirps, and everything else. It soothed me. It cleared my mind. It helped me forget Tracy, Paul, my fake schoolmates, and the demanding showbiz.

My voice seemed to have it's own mind, and before I knew it, I was singing. I didn't exactly know what I was singing at the time, but I knew I was singing something so full of emotion that tears started falling.

"Mom," I whispered. "Where are you when I need you?"

The sky looked pretty tonight. Many stars were twinkling brightly, and the moon was smiling. It gave me a desire to live as far away from everyone as possible. But I know that it's far from happening. Paul would find me in a hitch.

I abruptly sat up at the thought. I don't want Paul finding out about my alone place anytime soon, especially when I'm having a very complicated dilemma right now.

After a few minutes, I walked out of the park, making sure to lock the gate before I left. I'm a little bit wary since there were some incidents that included a black mask, a broken keyhole and Emmy almost dying on the road. I don't want that happening again.

Unsurprisingly, my phone rang as I walked back to the mall. "Hello?"

"Gigi! Where on earth are you?! And don't tell me you're in the toilet because girls don't stay in toilets for hours!" His voice was booming like a megaphone.

I rolled my eyes. "What, girls can't have diarrhea or LBM already? Gee, you're so gender-ist."

"It's sexist, little sissy!"

"I called it gender-ist, so it's gender-ist. End of story." I chewed four strips of gum while I talked and walked.

He groaned on the other line. "Ugh. Just get back here already, okay? I know you're not in the mall from the sounds I'm hearing."

I chewed my gum loudly and didn't respond.

"I'll be waiting in the parking lot. Be here in ten or I'm leaving you and I'm burning your newly bought clothes too." He ended the call after that.

Hey wait! He can't just blackmail me!

Due to the fear of losing my only comfortable clothing, I ran back to the mall as quick as I could and went to the parking lot. Unfortunately, I seemed to have passed by a black cat because I suddenly bumped into something, or someone, and ended up with a slushee cup on my head and slush running down my clothes.

I screamed. "Watch it!"

"Geez! Don't be so loud, woman!"

I froze. Not because of the person's voice, but because the slush was already sliding down my butt. I looked up to glare at the person in front of me, but he was already walking away.

"Hey! Don't you know that it's rude to walk away from people you bump into?!" I yelled at him, then looked down on my clothes. I knew it was such a bad timing to wear a white shirt. That's gonna leave a mark!

I huffed and continued walking on my way, kicking the slushee cup out of the road as I did. "Boys. Ugh."

When I finally found Paul's car, I could see his phone illuminating his face with it's light. I'm guessing he texted Melissa.

And he said that he didn't like her.

"Hey, donut! I'm here!" I said and opened the car door.

He immediately stopped whatever he was doing and looked at me. I think he was supposed to glare but it quickly turned into a frown. "Did you go off to kill aliens?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked and slammed the door as I sat.

He stretched out my shirt from the side and raised one of my hair strands. "Mind explaining why you're covered in green goo?"

"Some arrogant watermelon bumped into me and didn't bother being a gentleman." I said. "Drive."

"Aren't watermelons red inside?" He asked and started the engine.

I mentally facepalmed. "Dude, it's called calling people names. I call you a donut and I call that alien a watermelon. Get it?"

He didn't answer. He just drove. After a few minutes, he spoke up. "Oh! Now I get it!"

"Gosh, you're so slow." I muttered.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you talk like a math professor!"

I raised an eyebrow. "And you just had to drag in those innocent teachers, huh?"

"They're not innocent if they brutally torture you with numbers!" He argued. "Oh whatever. By the way, I made you some social network accounts."

"Like what, Friendster?" I got a tissue from the front and started wiping my shirt. Sadly, it only worsened my situation. "I already have a Friendster account."

"Friendster was ages ago, sis. Haven't you heard? We dig Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Tumblr now." He said.

My brows scrunched. The only site I knew that he mentioned was Instagram. I'm not really fond of social networking sites. "What? What happened to Friendster?"

"Sis, I hate it to break it to ya, but they made it an online gaming site already. Your precious Friendster account will never be found on the net, like, ever." He glanced at me and laughed. "Don't worry, your new accounts are good to go! I even got you followers and friends! I also got rid of the fake accounts."

My head was spinning from Paul's foreign language. I couldn't get a single thing he said after laughing. "I don't.. I don't get it."

"Of course you don't." He said. "Here, check out your Twitter."

I caught his phone which he threw in a matter of seconds. When I checked it, I saw my name, two pictures of me, and a lot of complicated words. I'm no Einstein, but I think I could try this out.

@GigiVloski: Hey guys! Gigi here! What's up?

11.3K retweets 5K comments

"Did you post this?" I showed him the 'tweet'. He nodded. "What are retweets?" I asked.

Once he explained it to me, I nodded. Then, I checked the comments.

@itshailiewalkinsdear: omg! Hi Gigi! Bestiee!

@unknownstt: Gigi I love you! You finally have a Twitter!

@imanonymous: How do I know this is the real Gigi? Heeyy

@jefftheknightsanders: yo best friend!

@anonforever: sup Gigi! You're my idol!

I ignored my schoolmates' tweets to me and checked the other tweets. I nearly jumped out of my seat when I heard a ping sound. A black thingy slid down from the top of Paul's iPhone, showing a message.

If you think that I own a Nokia phone that's why I'm new to this stuff, then you are very right.

Paul! Where are you? Tell Gigi that Bonny Crew invited her to go to her show! Her manager is here! Go home ASAP!!!

"Bonny Crew?" I asked to myself. "Isn't Bonny Crew the-"

"-famous host of the Bonny Crew show? Yes." He said. "Was that Tracy?"

I clicked on the slide. "It says Tracy the Lazy, so I'm pretty sure it's her. She's gonna kill you when she sees this."

"Don't you dare tell her!" He warned. "Okay, so.. Bonny Crew actually invited you to get interviewed for her show?"

"Yup. An interview... Again." I said.

We were almost close to home. Paul spoke. "Well, you have to accept the offer. Bonny Crew is pretty famous. You can get a lot more fans and advertisement if you go."

"I'm not going, Paul. You're the one who wants it, not me. I'm gonna tell the manager straight up that I'm not going." I said.

"Your choice, but definitely not going to be my fault when Tracy forces you to go."

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I know I said I would post chapters for Christmas but I didn't so I'm so sorry!

Guess frequent updates aren't really my thing.

But anyhow, it's a bit surprising how I got a thousand reads. I wouldn't have done it without you guys!

xoxo

~Naf ♡