A Different Form of Beauty
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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946
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3
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0
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Hierarchy
Yellow!!! From now on Chi No Hana is taking care of the chapters. Well, most of them, we will alternate. One comes up with the ideas, and the other writes them. This time, I came up with the idea, and Chi No Hana wrote it.
We hope you like this, at least not hate. I am sure no one hates this, because we haven't recieved any 'get the hell out's (yet).
Enjoy this as much as you can, sincerely,
Neurotischer Bandwurm & Chi No Hana
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Chapter 3: Hierarchy
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When I in turn entered the higher classes, I discovered that the hierarchy still existed, and so much worse than in the Middle Ages. This ‘Hierarchy’ included only what would have been the ‘Nobles’, but without the noble intentions. While the nobles at the time were actually given rank and privileges because they protected King and Country with their lives (and could be dishonoured at anytime if their ‘job’ wasn’t done properly), the ‘Nobles’ of the present hierarchy were filthy rich and/or ‘beautiful’. Again, I couldn’t get along with the term, because I didn’t understand it. I mean, I understood, I knew the reasons, I knew the why and the how and stuff, unlike before, but I couldn’t find any rational or valid explanation. No legitimate argumentation to defend it. Nothing. Regressing from my digression, I must add that the new nobility had taken the place of the original, ‘new’ nobility of the time as well. In a high rank and not earning it. There goes democracy I guess.
When we had swimming classes it wasn’t any better. I felt rather nauseous at the sight my eyes were disgraced with. I was lucky, though, that girls and boys were still separated then. Not that it was unfair to the girls that they had to compete against the much more testosterone filled counterparts, but I feared much more the encounter with our hormone-filled, brutal, iron-fisted female counterparts. When girls play football, you’re the goalie of the other team, and they aim at your face, no rugby nor ice-hockey mask will ever be enough to protect you nasal area. Or any other area for that part.
And despite all my efforts and objections, the ‘upper class’ included me in their ‘clique’. I detested it, but I guess when you are qualified by people you don’t know and who don’t know you, and who lived along a certain category of ‘beauty’ and you, unfortunately, fit into that very category you do not agree with, then there is no escaping it. My parents were all proud, that I finally hang out with people who deserve it, and that they were releaved because they were afraid that I would end up with the wrong people. my opinion was that I already did when I was pressured into ‘the Table’ with all the populars, but I didn’t say anything. After all, the wrong people I always hung out with knew me long enough, and weren’t part of the higher depth of uselessness. I knew them since nearly forever, and I hung out with them on the roof whenever I needed escape from the clique of the Futile. It was the best part of my school time, on the roof. Instead of hearing endless useless chatter of whatever whatsisname did on whenever whyever and however, we discussed ‘normal’ stuff. Like TV, teenage angst, the dorks of the class and all.
And I am ashamed to admit that my presence on the Table wasn’t all that nice, because it was the worst time in my teenage life and had almost found myself alone in the wrld. Despite my obvious distaste, I had to sit there. They blocked all my ways out, wanting to integrate me into the better place and protect me from the useless other people. Mistaking my imprisonment for willingness, I almost lost all my friends, all my best buddies, the only people who made my constant stalking bearable. I don’t blame them, I haven’t talked to them , much less seen them for some time, but it was painful to see that they had lost their confidence in me for a while. The fight was horrid, and although no exact screaming was involved, not a friendly word was exchanged from either side.
Of course we fought, we were friends, and we had to have disagreements some times, we had quarrels, arguments, little feuds for some space of time, we were only human after all. But that one time I wished that neither of us were human, because the pain, the emotional pain I had felt was atrocious. Never had we became so close to losing each other. Like I said, we were close to, but we didn’t. Now, when we think of it, it brings up bitter and teasing smiles, improbable as it sounds; deep wounds heal difficultly and clumsily, but that was a long time ago, in our childhood, and a memorable episode. And also the first time I met J.
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Read and Review Please. For and From the both of us!!!
We hope you like this, at least not hate. I am sure no one hates this, because we haven't recieved any 'get the hell out's (yet).
Enjoy this as much as you can, sincerely,
Neurotischer Bandwurm & Chi No Hana
**********************************************************
Chapter 3: Hierarchy
**********************************************************
When I in turn entered the higher classes, I discovered that the hierarchy still existed, and so much worse than in the Middle Ages. This ‘Hierarchy’ included only what would have been the ‘Nobles’, but without the noble intentions. While the nobles at the time were actually given rank and privileges because they protected King and Country with their lives (and could be dishonoured at anytime if their ‘job’ wasn’t done properly), the ‘Nobles’ of the present hierarchy were filthy rich and/or ‘beautiful’. Again, I couldn’t get along with the term, because I didn’t understand it. I mean, I understood, I knew the reasons, I knew the why and the how and stuff, unlike before, but I couldn’t find any rational or valid explanation. No legitimate argumentation to defend it. Nothing. Regressing from my digression, I must add that the new nobility had taken the place of the original, ‘new’ nobility of the time as well. In a high rank and not earning it. There goes democracy I guess.
When we had swimming classes it wasn’t any better. I felt rather nauseous at the sight my eyes were disgraced with. I was lucky, though, that girls and boys were still separated then. Not that it was unfair to the girls that they had to compete against the much more testosterone filled counterparts, but I feared much more the encounter with our hormone-filled, brutal, iron-fisted female counterparts. When girls play football, you’re the goalie of the other team, and they aim at your face, no rugby nor ice-hockey mask will ever be enough to protect you nasal area. Or any other area for that part.
And despite all my efforts and objections, the ‘upper class’ included me in their ‘clique’. I detested it, but I guess when you are qualified by people you don’t know and who don’t know you, and who lived along a certain category of ‘beauty’ and you, unfortunately, fit into that very category you do not agree with, then there is no escaping it. My parents were all proud, that I finally hang out with people who deserve it, and that they were releaved because they were afraid that I would end up with the wrong people. my opinion was that I already did when I was pressured into ‘the Table’ with all the populars, but I didn’t say anything. After all, the wrong people I always hung out with knew me long enough, and weren’t part of the higher depth of uselessness. I knew them since nearly forever, and I hung out with them on the roof whenever I needed escape from the clique of the Futile. It was the best part of my school time, on the roof. Instead of hearing endless useless chatter of whatever whatsisname did on whenever whyever and however, we discussed ‘normal’ stuff. Like TV, teenage angst, the dorks of the class and all.
And I am ashamed to admit that my presence on the Table wasn’t all that nice, because it was the worst time in my teenage life and had almost found myself alone in the wrld. Despite my obvious distaste, I had to sit there. They blocked all my ways out, wanting to integrate me into the better place and protect me from the useless other people. Mistaking my imprisonment for willingness, I almost lost all my friends, all my best buddies, the only people who made my constant stalking bearable. I don’t blame them, I haven’t talked to them , much less seen them for some time, but it was painful to see that they had lost their confidence in me for a while. The fight was horrid, and although no exact screaming was involved, not a friendly word was exchanged from either side.
Of course we fought, we were friends, and we had to have disagreements some times, we had quarrels, arguments, little feuds for some space of time, we were only human after all. But that one time I wished that neither of us were human, because the pain, the emotional pain I had felt was atrocious. Never had we became so close to losing each other. Like I said, we were close to, but we didn’t. Now, when we think of it, it brings up bitter and teasing smiles, improbable as it sounds; deep wounds heal difficultly and clumsily, but that was a long time ago, in our childhood, and a memorable episode. And also the first time I met J.
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Read and Review Please. For and From the both of us!!!