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09/13/xxxx

2. Unexpected Visitor

I JUST READ MY PREVIOUS POST A THIRD TIME and, though it might be futile, I just wanted to reassure you that I'm not a psycho. As a matter of fact, I feel a little more at peace today, even though the issue still haunts me when I look at my phone screen, waiting for a message that will probably never come.

Talking to someone besides Aladdin and Mor (not that I don't appreciate them, some days I don't even think I deserve those guys), although he seemed to be listening just to have fun rubbing it on my face later on, was kind of refreshing.

Of all people, Judar was the last I was expecting to come visit me during my self-imposed exile/spiritual retirement/shameful escape. While I can still remember most of the conversation, very few things were actually relevant (Judar, if you're reading, I'm too nice to tell you in person but no one gives a damn about that peach tattoo you just got in your inner tight, it's the uncoolest, most ridiculous thing I have ever seen, and that's coming from me, the lamest person on Earth).

1. The girl I like

Me: Are they still talking about it?

Judar: Ha! Even at my school I hear about it. I've seen a shit-ton of memes, too. Never forget. Man, I bet they'll make a special Wall of Shame just to put your photo in it.

Me: Did... did K say anything?

I'm not giving her name. Even if my friends know, half the school knows, I suspect even she knows. If Judar finds this entry I bet he will immediately comment something like, "K? Did you mean K*******? Or are you into her big brother? Didn't know you had those tastes."

He seemed hesitant at the question. I don't know whether it was because he was fabricating an elaborate lie or looking for a way to sputter the facts without it resulting in me cutting my wrists with a breadstick. Knowing Judar, I'd bet for the first option, but he is the third person to visit me even though this whole thing happened almost one week ago (five days, 7 hours) and I have been skipping school- Sorry, I meant "down with the flu" since then. I was under the assumption that I had many friends but it seems I was mistaken.

Judar: You know how she is. If she did see it, she wouldn't talk about it. Not that there was a lot to see for starters.

He laughed saying this. It made me want to smack him and also cry, but just a little, yet I fought both these impulses and laid on the bed with a pillow on my face.

Me: Judar, I have a favor to ask.

Judar: Hmm? Want me to tell her good things about you? Keep dreaming.

Me: Kill me with this pillow. Hold it on my face until I stop breathing.

It was no surprise he didn't spare a second thought and proceeded to try as instructed within five seconds. Then, he complained when I punched him saying that, "He was only trying to help a friend out." I can't decide whether he's horribly predictable or a Monthly Trollery Subscription Box.

2. School. You know, that thing that Judar doesn't care about? He actually asked.

Judar: Hey, when are you going back to school?

Me: Never. I'll change my name and move away.

If I hadn't gotten a little teary saying this you would think I was joking. I can assure you, I was not.

Judar: You're so fucking dramatic.

Me: If you knew the stupid and hurting names your classmates are going to call you when you go back, would you do it?

He got lost in thought for a second (I doubt he can think longer than that anyway, he's more a person of action. Bad, chaotic action, usually).

Judar: Like what?

Me: How would you feel if they call you... If they called you, I don't know... Judyke?

Judar: That insult doesn't even make sense.

Me: Jufaggot.

Judar: Not even trying.

Me: Ju-No-One-Likes-You-And-I-Can-See-Why...-dar

He sighed.

Judar: What did they call you?

To be honest, I didn't want to answer that question if he was the one asking. But he did take the time to come so maybe he actually was able to show a little empathy.

Me: ... Alibanana.

Judar: Shit a kindergartener would say.

Me: Alibaboner as well.

Judar: You're crying because of that?

Me: Also... Wankerman Alibaba.

I like to think he tried his best (half second) to contain his laughter but that just made it worst when it finally burst.

3. Mysterious S

Judar: By the way, who is 'S'?

This took me by surprise because it means, without doubt, that he has been snooping around my blogs. This blog, as you can see, is an additional to my main account yet I haven't reblogged anything from it, so it would take a small investment of time to find it. And he did. He, who is always so uninterested in any matter except peaches and amusing ways to make people dislike him.

Me: I don't think it matters now. Nothing matters. I'm socially dead.

Judar: Can you drop the pity party for a second? Besides, you were kinda socially inept anyway.

Me: Gee, thanks.

Judar: So, it was this S chick's fault? She stabbed you in the back?

Me: Well, I don't know anyone else who could have.

Judar: And what will you do about it? I mean, punish her or something. Or at least badmouth her on a Facebook post with a lot of emoticons.

Me: That sounds like that's something you would do.

I pictured him writing the word S K A N K with a peach emoticon between each letter.

Judar: There's a dozen people who could be S, so save me some time and tell me already.

Me: Nah.

Judar: C'mon, I'm just trying to help you here.

Me: No, you're just nosy.

Thinking back on this last topic, now it's clear why Judar fails Literature (and some other/most subjects). His reading comprehension is that of a Third Grader.

On my last post I called S an incubus, which should make it very clear that S is actually a man.

He tried a few more times before finally dropping it. We did talk about a few more things but nothing interesting enough to write about.

After he left I went down to the kitchen and felt a slight tinge of gratitude when mom let me know there were some fresh peaches on the counter.

Some more notes:

I AM ALIVE! It's been more than five years since I wrote the introduction for this, and as I was re-reading it I got a lot of ideas and decided to continue. I'm sorry for the absence and I understand many people won't be following my story at this point.

[ SUPER IMPORTANT ~ ] I changed a few things in Entry #1 to make things fit smoothly in the following chapters. Feel free to re-read it, although no new information has been added.

[ ~ ] Alibaba and Aladdin's parents are alive in this AU, so expect to see Sheeba and Solomon make a cameo in a few chapters. In case you were wondering, Alibaba's father is still married to another woman and he lives only with his mother.

[ ** ] If you like to participate in interactive stories, THIS IS YOUR TIME TO SHINE! We can do a little roleplay.

In the comments you can pretend to be one of Alibaba's classmates (maybe one that is oblivious to the situation, or one who just wants to give him a new, horrible nickname); you can also pretend to be one of Magi's characters (thought I wouldn't recommend Sinbad since you don't know where this is going with him yet) and if it fits the story I'll write a reply next chapter.

That's it for now. I appreciate your support even though it took me half a decade to update but I swear, this time the whole plot is planned and ready to be polished.