21st Century Breakdown :: Open

[Jatta]

twenty-first century breakdown
[ » i once was lost but never was found i think i'm losing what's left of my mind }
TO THE 2OTH CENTURY DEADLINE

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>> what was it like being Jatta? It was like, being a murdered widow that was reborn into a teenage drug addict with family issues reborn again. It was like her being was made from sorrow itself. But she could deal with it. She was confined by her own will, and enraged by her own self. 

>> "you're not... who I thought you were....." came from the girl's lips. She layed on her chest on a queen sized bed, clealy asleep. There were no blankets atop of her body, and all the she wore were black pajama shorts and a white A-shirt tank top. Her black hair was strung across the pillow on which her head half-laid.Her body was laid out in a "freefaller" sleeping position, with her right leg moved slightly outwards, her knee facing the edge of the bed. 

>> she was dreaming, that was clear enough. Nightmares never haunted her, but her dreams were always strange ones. Maybe about an unknown land filled with ancient trees, thousands of years old, or about people whom she had never met. Always she experienced those sort of dreams. She was lucky to have a dreamless night when they occurred. But the positives about the dreams: she rarely remembered them besides waking with a confused feeling. 

>> when Jatta woke, her eyes took their time to open. But, slowly, they revealed a black and violet pattern that, when looked into, appeared as if you were looking directly down a bottomless pit; or at least one were the bottom couldn't be seen. She yawned, and pushed her chest up and rested on her shoulder, looking around with sleepy eyes. She found herself in a small bedroom in, assumably, an apartment. It took her a few moments to remember this was the only bedroom in the apartment she herself had rented. With the money she had won in duels against men who had tried, many times over the past three weeks, to mug/rape her. Every time they had already stolen the money of at least five other poor suckers... each. Every time she outmatched the gangs as easily as one could pick up a spoon. Which meant that, the very first time it happened, she had accidentally killed the men that had planned to assault her. From this method, she had racked up over $250,000 easily.

>> when walking to a cafe one day when she was still resident while in the town, a school student, appearing to be in grade 12 or first year of post-secondary, convinced her to have a free IQ test done, curtesy of their local university. When she agreed, she was taken to a nearby school that appeared to house many students nearby on campus. The IQ test was taken inside, and when the results were found, everyone, except herself, were astonished. Appariently, the average IQ for a human was 90, not 160. When she found this out, she had finally realized how stupid people really were. She was offered a job at the university, apparently named "Brentshire University," named after the small town in England in which she was. She took the opportunity to get a job and accepted. She hadn't realized that she would be paid, at the least, $50 dollars an hour to teach as a calculus or physics teacher, since those were her highest subjects, accepting calculus since there was slightly more she knew in calculus than physics. Immediately she realized she needed a place to live, so she rented the apartment that was just a few blocks away from the academy. Of course, she had to buy some sort of vehicle. So after her second payday, she had racked in enough money to buy herself a motorcycle. She knew how to drive one, and had a license for any sort of vehicle imaginable.

>> jatta was about to fall back asleep when she heard a knocking on the door. She leaped out of bed, ran to the door, and opened it. "What is it?" she asked the person, not even looking at them. She was still tired, so she was rubbing her eyes and that prevented her from, perhaps, seeing who the visitor was. Not that she cared, either.

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words » 6 9 2
tagged » you!
music » anything green day
notes » try to match my words in at least your first post. **note: use grammar, get proper spelling, and construct proper scentences, and maybe I won't maul you. And plagerism? Don't even try me.
lyrics » 21st century breakdown - green day
credit » holly @ caution