Towards the End

(Sam for the Last Time)

April Fool's 2016

Spoiler :

After getting so many critical reviews, and nasty comments (breaks down and starts crying) I just can’t take it anymore so I have made up my mind, I have decided to stop writing forever! And soon I am also planning to take down all my prior chapters, so they can’t hurt the eyes of the readers on royal road anymore!

As a not so fond farewell to all you haters I have written in these spoilers a long rant about what I really think of all of you!

(Warning: includes hate, more hate and many snobbish and obscene curses)

Spoiler :

April Fools! I love you guys!

(Even the haters)

A Spoiler of the next real chapter:

Time passed some more.

Besides occasionally not participating in every single family activity, I started to ‘act out’ in other ways. Embarrassed by my past indifference I started to more obviously and more actively spend time with Ramona.

At first the rest of my family were mystified, they just couldn’t see what I saw in her, or how our coach potato activities were fun. I think the closest to understanding us, was Howard, and only because despite the fact it was only sports with an occasional first person shooter, he did participate in the related activity of video games.

But as said he was under Lucy’s thumb, and because she said so, to him up was down and down was up, and somehow Lucy was the poor sympathetic little victim and Ramona and I had somehow become the pathetic evil brats jealous because of her beauty, and sickening because we did things like read.

If there is anybody curious on what would have happened if I had continued to write, I will be posting the rough draft of what the next chapter would have been :

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P.S. just before I decided to retire from writing I had been thinking of starting another fanfic, and  because I hate for all my hard work to go to waste I will be posting the chapters I have for it, for one day and one day only. RMHS Just a warning this fic is the worst of my work to date so unless you want your eyes to start bleeding right before you start puking all over the place, there is only one solution DON’T READ IT!!

The end and goodbye!

FOREVER!!

P. P. S. Don’t you readers even think of coming crawling back to me when you realize just how good of thing you had

(sniff, sniff)

Author's Note:

Spoiler :

For those of you who did not read the spoiler yesterday I am sorry if that caused you any distress...as you can see I am not really dropping my writing.

Though in my opinion it should have been obvious that it was an April Fools joke, after all at the very least one should take everything online on April 1st with a large grain of salt.

Actually originally my April Fools post was just going to be about the rough-rough draft page picture.

The joke was that: "I am so tired of working hard for my readers, that I decided to be lazy and give them the first draft to read, and if they want a better chapter they had better edit it/write one themselves"

However some of the comments I read put me in a bad mood and so, a few months ago in 2015 I started to plan out a new and meaner version of April Foolery.

To the people I wanted to target: It would serve them right if they believed it for a second. As to those who were innocent of ever making me angry? Well wasn't the first day of the fourth month always full of victims anyway? Besides it was only some words, and it would only be up  for around 24 hours they would survive.

I felt that it was exaggerated enough to be joking, I personally liked the touch at the end where I channel the same lines that a cheated on stereotypical woman would say. I mean come on do I really seem like the kind of person who would blame their own incompetence and lack of will power on other people so much so that they even claim they (the other people) will regret it?

(on second thought please don't answer that question)

The next chapter after this one will find ourselves back in the other world, and everything that entails waking up with memories of a completely different life.

P.S. One part of the joke wasn't a joke I wonder if you guys can figure it out and if you will even care when you do ;)

FP: Tee hee I plan for the non-joke to be as mysterious as possible...

AA: Yet it will end up completely ordinary and boring and no one will like it

KNG: I am confused is it really you speaking?

Time passed some more.

Besides occasionally not participating in every single family activity, I started to ‘act out’ in other ways. Embarrassed by my past indifference I started to more obviously and more actively spend time with Ramona.

At first the rest of my family were mystified, they just couldn’t see what I saw in her, or how our coach potato activities were fun. I think the closest to understanding us, was Howard, and only because despite the fact it was only sports with an occasional first person shooter, he did participate in the related activity of video games.

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But as said he was under Lucy’s thumb, and because she said so, to him up was down and down was up, and somehow Lucy was the poor sympathetic little victim and Ramona and I had somehow become the pathetic evil brats jealous because of her beauty, and sickening because we did things like read.

Or at least this is what I theorized she was saying, whenever she paused in her busy life to glare at me.

The other thing I did, and also motivated at least in the beginning partially by guilt, was start to speak up and object and complain whenever anyone said anything even the slightest bit critical about Ramona if it seemed at all unjustified.

With a lot of hard work, and a lot of jumping down everyone’s throats, (except for Lucy’s cause hey obvious a lost cause) I got things to the point, that at least when I was in the room everybody else would at least have second thoughts about saying something bad about Ramona.

I say that my actions were motivated by guilt at least partially in the beginning, but as I went along I discovered something that made my actions become an incentive that purely for myself. I hadn’t realized it before, but in my family I actually held quite a lot of power.

If I wanted something, all I had to do was threaten to stop cleaning, or helping with making dinner and I would get what I wanted. I of course used this power only to get my family to lay off Ramona, but in the end I was only human and my mind was filled with many fantasies.

For example what if like my materialistic sister, I was a spoiled selfish brat? If that was true, then I would blackmail my family (especially my parents) for money and use it to pay for the increasing multitude of all my new hobbies.

Some of my hobbies were basically free, as our family already had quite the nice internet and data link plan. But some of them were quite pricey, even though technically I did hadn’t even started them yet outside of my fantasies.

I was even considering getting a job, though a job (outside of the chores I normally did) would be adding more back on to my barely somewhat cleared plate, I was already itching to do more, old habits die hard I guess.

I was just about to consider seeing if I could convince my parents to give me an allowance as compensation for all the house work I had been doing when, it first began.

It started so slowly that I didn’t realize it was happening, at first it was just a small irritation that I didn’t realize consciously existed.  Despite however much I didn’t notice it, from the moment it begun it had already started to show an effect.

I became moody, snappish, and I started to pick fights with anyone, even Ramona and this was despite the fact that I had learned that it was near impossible for me to truly fight her. I also grew board easily, and no matter what I did or tried. No matter if it was my new or my old hobbies nothing really held my attention.

Now that I look back on this strange time even though I didn’t realize something was going on, that something was wrong with me, Ramona probably did for our roles became exchanged.

Instead of I going to her and trying to get her to do something, she would come to me and ask for my company or assistance on various things. This was extremely out of character for her, but to the me of that time it wasn’t even a blip on the radar or if it was then it was just a minor annoyance.

And then things started to get worse.

Slight annoyance turned into a feeling that was truly odd, and my behavior became strange. I am can’t remember my thoughts too clearly but I do recall that it was if my blood was boiling with in my veins. It was definitely a not good feeling it made me go from slightly irritable, to trigger happy explosive.

Most puzzling of all to me now, for some unfathomable reason being around Ramona made me feel even worse. And the worse ‘she’ made me feel, the more often she would try to be around me, try to talk to me, but I wouldn’t listen.

I am not sure how the rest of my family reacted to this new me, because besides the dull remembrance of what I had been feeling as well as some of my interactions with Ramona I don’t really have a clear memory of most of what happened.

Except the few memories I have of towards the end.

I got into an argument with Ramona. I don’t recall about what but it was a really bad one, or at least it seemed that way.

I said many things that if I could clearly remember I think I would forever regret them. I could tell by the pained face she showed ,that I hurt her badly but at the time I was most unlike myself and the pain I was causing her made me feel happy…superior. It was like I could suddenly relate to all those prideful degrading people that I had hated on principal and for many reasons besides.

I remember declaring in a screaming voice towards the end that we were no longer sisters, that I hated and I never wanted to see her again. I remember dimly Ramona trying to say something to me but I couldn’t hear it and for the strangeness already said I didn’t want to hear it. I left.

I stamped out peeved and still arrogant, the boiling in my blood increasing, almost as it was heading towards a crescendo where it would burst out of my veins. And then for reasons completely unknown to myself I decided that ‘now’ was the perfect time for a walk.

In my memories the red haze of that time, went from blurry to absurdly eerily clear. I was standing on a busy street corner, when I saw a kid on the other side of the street, giggle like they saw something and come running towards my direction.

And then, I was suddenly running and I was fast, faster than multifold then even my quickest recorded time. I saw myself reach out and push the kid out of the way.

And the last thing I remember is hearing the screeching sound of breaks squealing far too late.