I laid down on my bed. My pillow was already soaking, but I did not attempt to dry my tears. A whole night had passed of just staring and crying. The lifeless faces of my parents danced hauntingly around me. I shook my head and sat down at my desk.

Pulling out my laptop, I typed in the password and froze. Of course, my parents needed to be on my home screen. I choked back another breakdown, before clicking on the internet and typing a very common question.

'How to move on'

1220 results

I scrolled down for a bit, before finding a certain article.

Confide in God.

God? Mom and Dad always said there is more than one god. I click on the article and read it.

If you find yourself in desperate times, you may require somebody to confide in. Our lord and saviour provides comfort and fortune for those who choose to confide in him.

Who? I think for a moment. I've always felt better after talking to someone, but I've never had anyone to talk to except my parents.

This is a great idea, except I don't know how to do this. If there is more than one God, and I need to confide in a God, do I have to choose? What religion do I choose? I sigh and start typing my next question.

'Religions'

1498 results

I scroll down and skim over all of the names. None of them seem to be of any help until I see it.

Raviolianism

Huh. Never heard of that one before. 

I click out of interest and read. 

Raviolianism is there to help those who have lost their way in life, and redirect them down a better path, and find their inner pasta. You will be okay. You will be free. You will be ravioli.

I will be ravioli.

I close my laptop and think once more. 

"Maybe this is who I'm meant to be..." I think to myself.

That's it.

I'm going to go outside, and show the world that I. am. ravioli.

I stand up and swing my door open. I march out of my room for the first time in 15 hours, and ran down the street. I didn't know where I was going, but this feels really cool, so I'm going to keep doing it.

I find myself at a cliff, staring into the sunrise.

Oh yeah. 

That's pretty cool.

I sit myself down and look at the water below me. 

It's glistening. 

This feels right (and did I mention HELLA cool?!).

I could practically SMELL my parents looking down at me.

"Hey, Ana!"

I look over to see my best friend, Naomi, running towards me. She stopped and huffed for a few seconds, before running the rest of the way and sitting down next to me. "Hey... I just... I just wanted to... say sorry... for your loss..." She wheezed.

Yeah, she's not really the athletic type. 

Or ravioli, for that matter.

"That's alright. How have you been?" I asked, looking back out at the rising sun. "Good, I guess. What are you doing out here so early?" She questioned, tilting her head. I shrugged. "I could say the same for you."

She smiled and rubbed the back of her neck. "I was actually going to your house." She replied. I nodded and looked back at my best friend. "Um, do you know what time it is?" I asked, swinging my legs and kicking the side of the cliff. She looked down at her watch. "8:12. We have about 18 minutes before school starts."

I got up and started walking. She followed beside me. It was silent on our walk to school. I found it comforting, while she clearly found it awkward. We eventually stopped in front of the building and looked at each other. "Uh, do you want to hang out sometime?" She asked. 

Wait.

I don't know.

I really need to work on moving on, but she's my best friend.

What would ravioli do?

"Uh, I can't."

"Oh, um, ok then. Goodbye?"

"Bye."

Naomi pov

Something's wrong with Ana. Of course, she'd be upset, as it's only been a day, but she's acting way different. More reserved. 

Wait, that sounds stupid.

She was always a loner. She said I'm her best friend, though she really only talked to her parents. That kind of loner.

I guess I'm worried about her? She seemed really out of it, in a way.

You know what? No. That sounds stupid. End the pov.

Ana pov

School sucked. I walked home and immediately forgot about school the moment I walked through the door. Homework can wait. I need to learn about myself. I pull out my laptop and type out, what feels like, my millionth question.

'What would ravioli do if they're too sad to hang out with a friend.'

5 results

Ravioli is an inanimate object, therefore it can not feel, or have friends.

Oh.

Okay.

Sure.

I don't need Naomi.

I mean, she was never that close to me in the first place.

I guess that's okay.

I climb in to bed and pull out my phone. 

'Ravioli images'

963 results

Peace at last.

After 13 minutes of scrolling, I drifted off asleep, thinking of nothing but ravioli.

That's how it be doe. <3