I'm The New One

I gulped. The classroom was only a few feet from me. My legs felt like jelly and my face got all warm. I could see kids moving around in the classroom. Kids my age. I violently shook my head, knowing I couldn’t do this, and ran down the hall, into the bathroom. As soon as I got there, I grabbed onto the sides of the sink. My arms trembled. Why was I so nervous?

C’mon! Get a hold of yourself! I shakily turned on the water. Cupping my hands and filling them with the ice-cold liquid, I splashed it on my face. I heard a gasp come from my own mouth. The water shouldn’t have felt that cold. I brushed that off and looked at myself in the mirror. Did I really belong to this body? I wish I could switch. Switch with the kids who knew they’ve made it in life. That way, I could be happy.

The water dropped off my chin and plopped into the sink. I looked into my own eyes, seeing my own pain. I swatted at the running water to the mirror, causing a large amount of droplets to blur out my face. “Pathetic!” I growled. I turned off the faucet, then turned my back on the mirror and looked at the door. I can’t go back out there. Out where I’m exposed. Able to be laughed at… bullied… tortured…

I slumped into a ball in the corner. The cool feeling of the tile floor slightly calmed my nerves. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Suddenly, past images and events ran through my mind. Being thrown up against a wall, the inability to move my arms, sparkling rubies dripping down my legs as he intrudes, and the evil whispers of, “Now you’ll never forget me, you fucking slut!” My pain gave him pleasure. Whore, Slut, Bitch, I couldn’t look away fast enough. Couldn’t run quick enough. They still got me, he still got me!

My body began to tremble on the bathroom floor. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I was reliving it. I kept my eyes wide open, shocked that all of these torturous memories would come parading through my mind. I wanted to forget! Why can’t I forget?! I saw droplets of water hit the ground. Soft taps on the tile floor. Wait, are those my tears? I wiped my eyes and whimpered lightly. I didn’t want to go through another school year like that. That’s exactly why I switched schools. But I don’t know these people. What if it happens again?!

Even so, no one can be as horrifying of a monster as him. He ruined me, tortured me… and it wasn’t only once, it was multiple times. Sometimes his friends would join in. Soon enough the whole school followed suite. I know that every time his green eyes caught mine in the hallway, I would turn and run only to get grabbed and jerked around. Like some toy! Those red gems flying into the air, his laugh ringing out like a hyena’s. Why didn’t I tell of him sooner?

I heard soft, female voices pass by the bathroom door. My first instinct was to run into a stall and hide. Instead I stood up and walked to the mirror, staring into my red and puffy eyes. “I’m not scared anymore!” I huffed, rubbing them. “You hear me?! I’m not scared anymore!” I looked into my eyes once more. My crystal blue eyes. “I’m safe now…” I fixed my hair and took in a deep breath. “You are safe.” I wanted to believe it. I really did… but my shaky legs and pounding heart made me believe it’d never be true.

Even so, I decided that I should probably get to my class. So I straightened myself out and timidly walked out of the bathroom. I looked around the hall. Still empty. That calmed me a bit, so I quickly went to the door I was at before. I stood on the outside, my hand gripping the handle. My legs felt like jello once again. My face was warm and my heart began to thud heavily against my chest. I could hear kids my age talking, laughing, and moving around. I took in a deep breath and opened the door.

The volume in the room died to a low whisper as I entered. Everyone’s eyes were on me! Everyone was staring at me! Studying me. I gripped the bottom of my sweatshirt and I could feel my legs start to tremble. Why were they all staring at me?! Stop it! Stop staring at me! But they didn’t. I was going to turn around and run back into the bathroom, but then the teacher spoke up.

“Class, this is our new student. Her name is…” I tuned her out. Well, only because a boy, with brown eyes, jumped off his desk and began to walk towards me.

My eyes widened and I backed up against the door. No! No! No! This cannot be happening! Not here! Don’t let him take me! My eyes began to water. I wanted to die. God, take me, please! Soon, he got close enough to touch me. No one else was paying attention. Why weren’t they seeing this?! They had all gone back to their conversations or whatever! But that didn’t matter! His hand slowly came towards me.

“Welcome~!” He laughed, smiling at me. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled as he smiled. His arm was outstretched  into a handshake. I was baffled and my body slightly relaxed. His smile had me trapped. Slowly, I reached out with a shaky hand, taking his in mine. His grip was gentle and warm. I didn’t speak to him though. I didn’t know what to say. He looked me over and let go of my hand. “You are the new student, right?” He asked. Me, giving him no response earlier, must have triggered that question.

His smile and warm eyes caused the corners of my lips to turn up cautiously. My first time smiling in so many years. “Yes.” I said, my voice having a slight amount of confidence in it. “I’m the new one.”

All About MSB (Mouthy Little Kid; Completely True)

(MSB is a friend of mine. He tells a lot of stories and they're all really true and usually really funny. I'm not ever going to mention his real name unless given the permission to do so. His stories will seem fake, but they are completely true.) 

My son. A little kid, got a big mouth on him. He’s a little personal, good wit, he’s a little mouthy. He gets it from his mom. So in this story he was about six or seven. We don’t live in a big house by any means, so we’re just in this little hallway. He and I share a bathroom. 

He’s running all around in the hallway. He’s going to his room, I’m going to mine. As he runs across, he steps on my toe. Like, BAM! Really hard! And I go, “DUDE! Chill out! Slow down, homie!” 

Right, one of my problems my wife says I have is that I talk to my kids like their eighteen. Like I say “homie” and “chill out” and “shut your face.” She goes “You can’t tell a two-year-old to shut his face.” And I say jokingly, “I just did, you shut your face.” 

So, he steps on my toe! I go “Dude! Dude! Slow down, homie. You... You about broke my toe!” 

And he… he did not miss a beat. He stood up to me. He goes, “Dad! You about broke my eyes!” I was like ‘No he did not! He did not just do that!’ He’s a little mouthy kid.

The Car Crash... (True story. Older sis is the one in the picture)

It all started when I invited my six-year-old cousin, Olivia, to come over to my house. I wanted to introduce her to my kittens, Lovey and Dovey. From my room where Olivia and I were playing with the cats, I could hear my mother’s phone ring. I was tempted to get up and get it because it had been ringing for a while, but I heard my mother pick it up. Knowing the phone situation was taken care of, I just tuned out and went back to playing with Olivia.

“Jazlin! Olivia! Get in the car… now!” My mother’s voice was urgent and sounded frightened. I barely ever heard my mother sound like that… so honestly, it frightened me. “Olivia! Jazlin! Right now! Hurry!” I quickly stood up and was about ready to walk out of the room when Olivia tugged on my shirt.

“Can we bring the kitties, please? I like to play with them.” She asked, ever so sweetly.

I nodded and picked up the bigger cat, so she wouldn’t have trouble carrying the tinier one. On the way out, I could see my mother frantically trying to call certain people and run out the door. As soon as we got into the car, I set down Dovey, the bigger cat, and helped Olivia get in, what with the smaller kitten in her arms.

As soon as my mother got into the car, she went speeding down the driveway like it was the end of the world and went zooming down the street. She kept on calling people even though she was already driving like a mad woman. Finally, she got a hold of somebody.

“Dara! Dara! Oh my goodness! Thank God you answered! Kiera’s been in a car accident! Her car rolled four times! She’s been life-flighted to the hospital!” My mother screamed into the phone. Right when I heard those words, my whole body froze up. Kiera, my older sister, was in a car accident? Her car rolled FOUR times? “And… And they’re calling in the preacher. Oh God, Dara, that means things aren’t going to be good! She might die, Dara!” Whoa! Whoa! Hold the phone! My older sister might die???

I looked over at Olivia, and she looked at me with the same scared facial expression. She dug her face into one of the cats’ fur coat. “Jazlin… Kiera’s going to die?” She asked, her eyes watering. I stayed silent. Then, Olivia did something I would’ve never expected from a six year old. She closed her eyes and hugged the cat really close, then started in on her talk with a certain someone. “Dear God…” She sighed. “Please don’t let Kiera die. She is my cousin and I love her.” She squeezed her eyes tighter. “Please, God, don’t let her die. Please God… Please God…” Tears started pouring down her face. “We all love her and want her to live!”

At this moment, I started crying too. The fact that a child that young would pray in a time like this surprised me. I hugged her and bawled like a baby right beside her.

As soon as we got to the hospital, Olivia and I jumped out, leaving the cats in the car, and ran into the hospital. We soon found a couple family members and gathered around the room my sister was in. A nurse told me to wait and went inside of the room. Soon she poked her head out and motioned for me to come in. I looked at everyone and followed the nurse.

“Look. You’re little sister is here to see you.” I heard the nurse say, as I walked in. I was so happy to see my sister alive even though she was connected to all of these tubes and cords. But my sister felt differently.

“NO! NO! GET OUT! NO! AAAAHHH!”

Immediately, I fell to my knees bawling my eyes out. My sister, my sister… she could die any second… and she didn’t even want to see me. I sat there crying as the doctors tried their best to calm her down. My sister meant so much to me, why would she react so harshly towards me? Why wouldn’t she at least… why wouldn’t she at least look at me? I exited the room in tears, feeling as though my heart had been mangled and destroyed, just like my sister’s car.

~X~

Turns out, my sister’s blood level was eight times over the legal limit and her car did roll four times. But surprisingly, everywhere… except the drivers seat… was completely bashed in. And not only that, but my sister came out with only scratches and bruises. She had been drinking and fell asleep at the wheel. The car went out of control and rolled. She was still extremely drunk by the time midnight rolled around. No alcohol poisoning, just drunk.

I went home, still in tears of how my sister spoke to me. Honestly, she was the only sister that I had that knew what I had gone through in the past year. She was always the one who told me that I would get through… that I could be strong. And when she spoke those words about not wanting to see me, my heart broke. And drunk or not, it still hurt. I never told her about that. About her saying that to me and how I felt. She barely remembers anything from that day. But I do know this, she’s the best sister in the world, and there’s no way in hell I’m ever going to tell her to “Go away” or “Get out” when I’m the one she wants to see most.

           

Oh also…. Turns out… Olivia was allergic to cats.

My aunt Dara was not happy….

                                                                                               

~FIN~

The Clown

I walked into the amusement park gates. The looks of all the mechanical rides where rusty and worn. I’ve heard of this place in town… but I decided to check it out for myself. No one knows why this place became abandoned… it just did. The leaves that have fallen off the tree covered the ground and crumpled under every step Shawnte, my giant black lab, and I took. I never liked old creepy places, but this place seemed more adventurous than creepy. “C’mon, Shawnte…. We have to hurry before Mama and Papa come back from their meeting. They told us we can’t be here…” I quickly walked towards the biggest ride.

On the top of the ride’s name there was an old, creepy-looking clown’s face. It had a black mouth with only two or three teeth. And not to mention his eyes had smudges over them and was covered in white make-up. But of course it was only a giant face. “I don’t like the looks of that.” Shawnte, my dog, stated, looking up at me with his big yellow eyes. “His smile is almost… sickening. Like he caused all this.”

I flicked one of my dog’s ears. “Shut up! That’s so creepy!!!” I looked at the clown. And I swear I saw one of his eyes move… just slightly. So I ran off to find another ride.

 I soon found one with weird buttons on the control panel. Shawnte followed at my feet, his tail between his legs. “I don’t like this place, Shayne. Let’s just go home.” His voiced whined high, like a four-year-old child. His eyes glistened, causing that puppy dog look. But me, knowing Shawnte since I was a baby, didn’t fall for that.

“Get in the cart. I wanna see if this works.” I pointed to what looked like a roller coaster cart. I knew Shawnte was scared of roller coasters, but I wanted to tease him a bit. Get his mind off of that creeped-up clown.

“Sh-Shayne! Are you crazy?!” He screeched, his tail coming back up. For a dog, he could make great facial expressions. Especially shocked ones. “If it does work, and I die… where are you gonna find another talking dog, huh? That’s right, you can’t! And you can’t tell you mom and dad either. They don’t know about my talking ability because YOU don’t have the courage to tell them!” He huffed and sat down in front of the cart. “I’m not doing it! I’m not. I’m not—“

“I’ll give you a belly rub if you do it.” I said, with no emotion in my voice.

“Oh really?” Shawnte looked at me suspiciously, his yellow eyes twinkling. “Alright I’ll do it~!” He jumped in the cart. “Besides, it’s so old… I doubt it’ll actually work!” He laughed it up.

I couldn’t help but smile. I pushed a couple of the buttons, then pulled a little lever. The creaking sound it made sent chills up my spine. But surprisingly enough the cart started to move.

“WAAAAH~! SHAYNE!” Shawnte screamed. The fur on his tail poofed out and he jumped off as quickly as possible. “Shayne! I was on that thing! ….how does it still work?” His ears slid back and his tail was once again in between his legs. “Whoever left did it in a hurry… didn’t even turn off the electricity…” His voice wavered.

I looked back at the clown. Has its smile gotten… bigger? Wider? “Shawnte?” I started, looking at the dog. “Why do you think everybody left so quickly? I mean, it’s still functional. All that we have to do is clean this place up a bit. We could make a fortune!”

“Shayne…”

“We have to tell mom and dad!”

“Shayne…”

“And also we could go on that vacation we always wanted!”

“SHAYNE!”

“What?!”

“The clown…”

I looked over to the clown again. “What about it?” I asked, staring at it.

“Was it always looking this way?” Indeed the clown was looking at us.

“What are you talking about? O-of course it h-has!” I stammered, trying my best not to be freaked out. To be honest… I had no idea. “Maybe we should check out the ride. Then we won’t be so scared.” I suggested, keeping my eyes on that hideous thing. I could hear Shawnte whimper beside me. I patted his head and walked up to the ride.

The name was partially faded out, but I could read “The World’s Coolest Ride” The clown’s face was in between the words “World’s” And “Coolest”. I looked at my dog and walked in with him at my heels.

As I entered the doorway, it became very dark and seemed as though the walls were closing in on us. For the world’s coolest ride, it was kinda freaky. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this…” Shawnte whimpered. I rolled my eyes and kept on walking. Soon we came up to a door, or at least, I thought it was a door. It was too dark to see. I pushed it open only to see a cart on a railroad looking thing. It seemed to only be able to go into one tunnel.

“Shawnte? What do you think is in the tunnel?” I asked my black lab. I looked at the tunnel but saw white. The light was too bright to even look into. I wasn’t sure whether or not to get into the cart.

“Get in the cart~!” a voice called. A voice that was high-pitched and… cracked. The demand was more aggressive than inviting.

I looked at my dog, and he looked back. He could see the frightened, yet excited look on my face. “No… no …. No! Shayne! What are you thinking?!” He cried, biting onto my pant leg, trying to drag me away from the cart.

“C’mon… the instructor told us to get into the cart.” I said, tying my dark purple hair into a nice ponytail. “It’ll be fun!” I cheered.

But then Shawnte said something to snap me back into reality. “What instructor…?” He asked, his own voice quiet and scared.

We sat there in silence

“Get in the cart.”

What?

“Get in the cart.”

What instructor?

 “Get in the cart now!”

Abandoned…

“I SAID GET IN THE CART!”

Nothing but….

“GET IN- -“

“No!”

I didn’t say it. I looked over to my trembling dog that had said those words. “W-We won’t…” He replied in a shaky voice. “Whoever you are… leave us alone!”

“Oh, but don’t you know where you are?” The mysterious voice asked, just above a harsh whisper.

I looked around. I saw some newspaper clippings on the walls that I hadn’t noticed before. I went up to one of them and read it out loud so Shawnte could hear. “The World’s Coolest Ride has been shut down for… mechanical problems…?” I looked at my dog and he just looked back at me in utter confusion. I started to read again. “Ever since this place was created this ride has excited many people. A fun ride full of cute little dolls that sing a song about it being the best ride, then you get to go on a little roller coaster. Candy drops on you and you get to see all of the hanging strings from the ceiling. If one falls on you, you get to pick out anything from the gift shop for free.” I looked at my dog. “If it’s so good… why is it shut down?” I questioned.

“Keep reading…” Shawnte demanded.

I sighed and looked at the paper. “Ugh.. okay. Umm…. So one day the ride broke down. In anger a kid vandalized the clowns face. Big mistake. The ride itself became more aggressive, more… evil….” I gulped. “But that was only after the ride was fixed by the clown’s creator… Who was then killed by his own hands?” Suddenly everything around me looked, darker…. Scarier. “Shawnte, let’s go!”

I ran for the door but it wouldn’t budge. I kept trying even after tears started to fill my eyes. My legs and arms trembled.

…No way out.

“Get in the cart. Let me take you for a ride~” The voice whispered in a taunting tone. “I make sure you have a… hell of a time. You’ll be… dying for more. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you… hanging! WAHAHAHAHA!” the laugh was sick and cracked.

“SHUTUP!” I screamed, falling to my knees. I had snapped. I was trapped. I couldn’t open the door, couldn’t get out!

Shawnte came up to me to help me. “C’mon… let’s just go on the ride.” He urged, trying to get out of this mess.

“I’ll kill you like the rest~” the voice sneered. “Want to know why this place is abandoned? Go on the ride~” He cheered.

I brushed myself off and looked at Shawnte. “Let’s go.” I sniffed, knowing I had no other choice. I patted him and got in the cart. My black lab… my best friend got in and lay down in my lap. “I love you Shayne…” He sighed.

I sniffed and kissed the top of his head. “I love you too, Shawnte.”

“How cute… Let’s go.” The voice growled, starting the cart with a jolt. And soon we got sucked into the bright light.

I could hear the singing. “Enjoy it while you can. Cuz if you don’t you’ll zzzzz…. And zzzzz…. And don’t forget if you zzzz…. Zzzzzzz….DIE!” The song went. Well… that’s how it went now from it being so old. Soon we got to see all the dolls. All of them looked deformed in some way. Either the doll had no eyes. No mouth. An extra body part that didn’t seem like it should have been placed there. Melted on, stapled on, sewed on…. Almost…. Realistic.

“Like my song?” The voiced hissed.

Ignoring it, we went on with the ride. Some slots in the ceiling opened and something was thrown down at us, causing my ponytail to become undone. As that happened the lights disappeared, so now it was blindingly dark. “C-Candy…?” Shawnte stammered.

I paused before answering him. I touched one of the “pieces of candy” and felt it squirming beneath my fingers.

“No.” The voice and I said at the same time.

I squirmed, but didn’t make a sound as I felt the creatures that were covering us bite me and dig into my skin. I couldn’t let this…this… thing know that I was freaked out. Apparently, it could only hear us. Shawnte tried his best to hold in his whimpers… but failed horribly.

Soon we were brought back into light… but the creatures were gone… the bite marks remained though. Shawnte licked my wounds, trying his best to keep me safe. I started to cry. “Shawnte… I want to go home. We should have listened to mama and papa!” I clung to my dogs fur and dug my face into his back.

“Sh-Shayne…” He said, looking upwards and completely ignoring what I had said. “I know why people went missing a few years back…” His voice wavered and shook, he sounded as if he were going to cry. So I looked up to see what he was so freaked out about. As soon as my eyes hit the ceiling, I screamed and cried and screamed some more.

There were several people hung by their necks, by the strings that would drop on people so they could get a prize. Several people... “OH MY GOD!” I screeched, my voice echoing throughout the tunnel. “THEY’RE ALL DEAD!!! MY GOD! MY GOD! AHHHH!!!” Tears ran down my face like crazy and I thought I was going insane. Shawnte nuzzled his head into my lap. “Oh my god… we’re going to die too. He’s going to kill us!” I grabbed Shawnte’s head and hugged him super tight.

“Shayne… I love you. I just want you to be safe!”

“I love you too Shawnte!”

"Shayne..." The dog said, still a small wavering tone in his voice.

I cuddled him. Next thing I knew a body of what I think was supposed to be a teenage boy snapped off the string and landed on top of us.

I covered in ears in a panic as I heard a high pitch scream pierce my ears, only a few seconds later did I realize the scream was coming from my own mouth. I quickly covered my mouth and stopped my cries of stress.

Shawnte grabbed the boy with his mouth and flung it off the cart. All I knew was that whatever was going to happen next, was going to be the end of us.

~X~

“The clown.”

I looked over to the clown again. “What about it?” I asked, staring at it.

“Was it always looking this way?” Indeed the clown was looking at us.

“What are you talking about? O-of course it h-has!” I stammered, trying my best not to be freaked out. To be honest… I had no idea. “Maybe we should check out the ride. Then we won’t be so scared.” I suggested, keeping my eyes on that hideous thing. I could hear Shawnte whimper beside me.

“Or…” I said, slowly turning away. “We can go home… forget everything that I said. This place was abandoned for a reason, right? Maybe we shouldn’t be messing with anything.” I laughed nervously and stared at the clown.

“Okay Shayne…. Let’s go make some hot chocolate and chase some squirrels.” Shawnte squealed, his tail wagging excitedly.

I looked at my dog and laughed, patting his head. Then I looked at the clown. But this time instead of a smile, he had a demented frown. I had a feeling that my thought process of what could have happened was a bit too extreme… but now, I see I was right on track. I walked to the gate, where my black lab was waiting excitedly. Heh, there’s not way in hell that I’m ever coming back here….

~FIN~

Best Speech Ever Given. (Got an A+ On It~! ^.^)

Some of you are sitting there thinking "Great, another speech~!" and some of you are thinking "Great... another speech..." Well, when I first heard of this assignment, I was kind of in the middle. 'A speech about anything?' I thought to myself. I kept on thinking of ideas. Kony, family issues, experiences...but the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to do it. 'But it's my final!' I kept on telling myself. So I decided, at ten thirty four on a Wednesday night before this final speech was due, that I would do my speech on not wanting to do a speech.

"Oh Xion, you can't do that! Mrs. P will get mad!" Most of you are thinking that. And Mrs. P might get mad, but I had nothing else in mind. Besides, Mrs. P is pretty chill. I don't think she'll get too upset.But to get back on topic, I was very close to not doing a speech at all. But I can't allow that to happen. This speech class was really fun, it was, but this whole time, we have been told what to write. Whether it be a certain type of speech, such as a public adress or a persuasive speech. or something a little more detailed, such as an issue in our own school or a speech about an object that represents ourselves. Now, I may be labeled a hypicrite in the end, but the thought of being told what exactly to write ticked me off. I liked to tell people what I wanted to tell them, not what I was told to tell them. And now that we are supposed to write a free ranged speech, I was in shock. What was I supposed to write about??? I didn't have any lead, any idea. I was stuck. At that moment I was wishing for someone to tell me what to write about, anything that wouldn't seem too personal. And here I am, giving you my final speech, about not wanting to give you a final speech. I know when my name gets called for every speech, my legs shake, and I bob up and down just so I won't buckle my knees.

My voice wavers because I have an issue with studdering. I dislike giving speeches for that reason. Especially a final speech. If a final is only 15% of our grade why do people make such a big deal out of it? I decieded to brush off this final until the last second when I'm dead tired and probably don't even understand half of what I'm typing. Even more the reason to not want to give this speech. I know that I'll miss you all from this class, that isn't a lie. Even if I don't know you that well, I felt as though I got to know a bit more about each of you, and I get upset when a fun class like this ends, so I'd give a final speech, a good one, just so we could have another class together. But that's not going to happen, so my speech is going to be one that I can say without any hesitation. I DON'T WANT TO GIVE THIS DAMN SPEECH! I hope you enjoyed it though. Have a great next term~!

Kissing For Glasses (True Story. Alex and I are in the picture)

“Oi~ Xion, Alex, Ryker!” Seth, the only black guy, popped up out of nowhere along with Jimmy, the Asian. Ryan, the tall boy. And Trina, my best friend. He swung an arm around my shoulder and hung on me. “How’ve you been~?” He teased.

I sighed and shrugged him off. “You’re such a nerd~!” I pulled down the hood on my hoodie and flashed him a smirk.

“Yo mama-” Seth began, attempting to retaliate.

“Don’t you even start!” I growled.

“She…-”

“Shut up!” Alex had spoken up and glared at Seth. “Didn’t we already tell you to stop making those dumb, ‘yo mama’ jokes!” He looked over at me and gave me a comforting smile.

Ryker looked at us and decided to break the awkward silence. “DESCIPLE~!” He cheered. He pointed to the stage across the grassy field from us. The SOLD OUT stage.

Seth stared at Ryker with an “Are you stupid?” look on his face. The silence became almost too loud except for Seth’s dreadlocks that of which were softly blowing in the wind, causing just the slightest bit of noise. Then slowly, a smirk crawled up on his face. “DESCIPLE!!!” He yelled in his screamo voice, attacking the white boy~!

Trina came up to me. “Do you wanna go moshing with me?” She asked.

I smiled. “I think I’ll pass on this one.” I giggled. “Besides…” I leaned towards her so I could whisper in her ear. “I’d much rather be with Alex~!” I blushed lightly and looked away.

I glanced at Alex and saw Seth and Jimmy giving him all of their stuff so they could go moshing. Alex frowned. I knew that he wanted to go moshing as well, but I wanted to be with him. Ryker, Trina, and Ryan gave me all of their things. As all five of the moshers rushed across the field and to the giant crowd of people, Alex sighed.

Honestly, I contemplated on whether or not to take his stuff so he could go… ‘No! Now is your chance to talk to him alone! Just stop being a little wimp and do it!’ A voice screamed in my head. I looked over to him. He was rather good-looking… but then again, many Koreans are. I could feel my face heat up. Taller than me, amazing beat-boxer, funny, sweet. ‘GAH! STOP IT!’ I growled silently.

He looked over at me and smiled. “Do you like disciple?” He asked, dropping everyone’s things at his feet.

I smiled back and took his glasses, like I always did. “Yea. They’re pretty good~!” I said, playing with his glasses. ‘GAH! SOOO GOOD-LOOKING WIHTOUT HIS GLASSES ON! NEH NEH!’ A fan girl squeal went off in my head, but out loud I stayed quiet. Probably a small giggle… but that’s all. I put them on myself, clashing with my epic gangster look.

“Ah~ you know,” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Disciple helps me attract the opposite sex~!”

My face immediately heated up. I thanked God for the darkness of the night. “Geh!” I pushed him away on reflex. He was close to my face and as much as I liked him… those kinds of things come as a shock to me.

“ARE YOU READY FOR DECIPLE!!!” A voice said from the SOLD OUT STAGE in the distance. Screams from hundreds of people sounded. Then guitars and drums started playing.

I was too concentrated that I didn’t notice Alex come up to me and snatch his glasses back. “WAAAH! Alex~! Baaka!” I squealed, my vision going blurry.

“My glasses~!” Alex teased, putting them in his pocket. A smirk crawled up his face and his eyes shimmered in the night.

I frowned. “You’re not even wearing them…” I grumbled. “What do I have to do to get them back?” I asked, sighing lightly. It was probably going to be something extremely stupid. Like stand on my head, or kick Seth in the balls, probably attack someone’s tent.

“Gimmie a kiss.” He sneered, giving me a small wink.

“W-WHAAA-?!” That was unexpected. “You’re kidding!” I huffed, crossing my arms and turned around. I could tell my face was red, it was super warm. Thanking the Lord that it was night-time, I took a deep breath. My heart was racing like crazy.

“I’m not kidding!” He sneered, turning me around. “You wanted my glasses? Gimmie a kiss.” He tapped my lips with his finger.

To be honest, his actions pissed me off! I slapped his hand away. “And why would I kiss you for a pair of measly glasses?!” I growled.

He took a small step towards me and a smirk was plastered onto his face. “Because, wasn’t if you who said you had a thing for Asian guys?” His voice was just above a whisper, sending chills down my spine. “And I believe you said that you like Koreans the best~ hmm? Remember the first day we met?”

I slowly backed up and with me, being and klutz, and with the ground, being uneven, I slipped backwards. I closed my eyes and waited to hit the ground, but instead Alex grabbed my arms… falling with me.

I sighed. “Ow… hey! Get off me!” I yelled, hitting the limp Alex on top of me.

Very softly and gently he whispered, “That’s what she said~!”

I frowned. “How cute.”  I said, obviously sarcastic.

“Cute enough for a kiss?” He sneered, getting on his knees.

I wanted to… so badly. And I knew that he knew it. But I couldn’t let him get a bigger head than he already had.

“Ya know… you say you like Asians but…”

“Oh shut the hell up!” I pulled him down and kissed him. I didn’t last long. Not even a second.

After that, I grabbed his glasses and put them on, finally able to see. I looked Alex in the eyes and blushed heavily. “G-Get off!” I growled, pushing him off of me.

“Ya know, for a girl… you’re really not all that girly…” He sighed, standing.

“You know it, baby~” I teased, getting up as well.

~X~

“DESCIPLE!”

“DESCIPLE!”

“Shut u-up!” I sighed, pushing past Ryker and Seth. It was around two in the morning and I had to get back to my tent.

“Hey Xion!” Alex yelled, getting out of his chair and walking to me. “My glasses.” He held out his hand.

I stared at him. Did he seriously think after what he did to me, I’d just give him his glasses?! A sly smirk crawled up my face. “These glasses?” I teased. “You want’em? Gimmie a kiss~” I stuck out my tongue and skipped off.

Cookie X Cream (Fanfiction)

PLEASE READ!!! This is for you Cookie and Cream lovers. Whether it’s from the videogame or the treat, I’m pretty sure you’ll like this fan-fiction. So Cookie is a boy and Cream is a girl, also as shown in the video game. Pretty much, the game is when they go into all of these different worlds and it’s something about saving the moon, but in my story it’s about them trying to get home. My friend and I play this game (It’s a two-player game) and we can’t beat the music world to save our lives, so I decided to use the music world in my story. How nice of me~! Lolz. Enjoy~!

"COOKIE!" Cream screeched from the other side of the fence. "I said I need help!" Her voice sounded like the high-pitched oboes playing in the distance. "Come on! We're almost out of time!" She cried.

'Out of... time?' I looked around myself. On the floor was a red velvet carpet, beautiful and clean. On my left was a wall that stretched on high into the sky. The wallpaper was a fancy white and black with abstract designs. To my right was a metal fence. Right behind the metal fence was my best friend, Cream.

Cream is a beautiful girl. She's only three inches shorter than me with pale white skin. Her blue eyes are always sparkling and her pink hair is dyed to perfection. She dyed her hair pink to match her bunny ears, which are usually mistaken for pigtails. Her ears are big and long enough, so she pushes them back so they aren't in her face. It's understandable. She wears the cutest light-blue dress. How she does all of this jumping and fighting in it, I may never know. And finally, she carries these huge maracas on her back. She can make a pretty amazing rhythm with them. She's perfect...

"COOKIE! IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING-"

... Yea, she's perfect.

I kept looking around. Trumpets and trombones were swinging through the air, playing annoying tunes. Drums were being pounded and symbols were crashing all on their own. 'This music world is so annoying...' I huffed in my head. 'And this race is really hard...' True enough, Cream and I are in a timed race and when time runs out and we don't make it to the ending gate, we have to start over. But all Cream and I want to do is make it past this stupid music place and be able to go home!

I looked further ahead. There was a scoreboard looking thing, our timer that was counting down from... A MINUTE?! Ignoring Creams death threats, I frantically searched the small area I was in.  Right in the corner of the area, I saw it. An off white pedestal about five inches tall. I quickly jumped on top of it and felt it sink slowly into the ground. "Sixty seconds added." A woman's voice sounded and another minute was added to the clock.

“Cookie…” Cream’s voice was faint now. She sounded in shock or worn out. She probably kicked the wall too many times in rage. “For the last fucking time… I need your help.”

I went up to the metal wall and closed my eyes. I leaned up against it so I could get as close to my adorable Cream as possible. I let out a small sigh and whispered, “Anything for you, my beautiful Cream~!” The words came out much more sleezy than I had hoped, but it got her to become all worked up and energized, kicking the wall again.

“STUPID! STUPID! IDIOT COOKIE!”

At that moment I pressed a button on the metal wall and I could hear a door swing open on her side.

“Good job! … maybe you’re not ALL idiot…” I heard Cream say. A soft giggle… her soft giggle came over the fence and rang in my ears, making my heart pound.

“Th-Thanks..” A soft pink came up over my face. I smiled and walked on the path towards the ending gate. Feeling as though I could breeze right through this, I didn't even pay any attention to a tambourine that was bouncing and shaking towards me.

"We're almost there!" I heard Cream squeal. I could hear a great laugh of relief. It was a heart-racing laugh.

Happy to know that Cream still had her adorable giggle, I finally became focused enough to finish this race. I took a deep breath, looked forward, and started running towards the...-

SMACK! CLANG!

The room went black...

'Damn Tambourine!'

~X~

I woke up in a bed with dark green covers. The walls that surrounded me were white with decorations of the moon on them. ‘The moon? Oh, I must be in the blue moon hospital.’ On my right was a bedside table with a lamp on it. Eagerly, I reached over and turned it on. Immediately, light flooded the room. Looking around, I noticed a door on the left side of the room. ‘CREAM!’ I immediately thought in a panic. I quickly sat up and tried to get out of bed.

Only two things stopped me. One was the immense pain that surged up my body every time I moved. My arms shook with intense agony and my stomach lurched forward causing me to feel sick. Pain sparked up my spine every time a muscle even tensed. The other thing that stopped me was realizing that Cream, my little Cream, was on the side of my bed, her head in my lap, peacefully resting.

I looked across the room from my bed and saw a mirror. Seeing myself useless in this bed. It kind of pissed me off. My dark brown hair, all the way to my chin. It was all messed up and looked nappy from getting into a collision with that idiotic musical instrument. My emerald green eyes… the glimmer in them gone. How could I possibly help Cream get home when I can barely even manage sitting up?! I looked at my skin, a tan caramel color. ‘Idiot Cookie!’ I thought. ‘Idiot. Idiot! IDIOT!’ I put my head in my hands. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. I wouldn’t cry. Well, at least, I wished I didn’t cry. I hoped I couldn’t cry. I wouldn’t want to cry.

But the tears that ran down my face defiled those wishes, hopes, and wants.

~X~

I sniffed and wiped my red and puffy eyes. I looked in the mirror once more. My big, brown bunny ears hung in front of my face like usual, except this time, a bit lower in sadness.  I wanted to pull them out, rip myself apart bit by bit. Because of MY carelessness, we had to start over… Cream never got to go home. The young rabbit girl was still fast asleep, head in my lap.

I brushed some of the small, pink strands of hair out of her face and petted the soft fur of her ears, seeing them twitch. She was beautiful, she was amazing, and she was kind to me. But I knew there was no way she’d ever like me the way I liked her. We were far too different. Besides, she thought I was an idiot, a stupid bunny boy.

Cream’s maracas and parasol were in the corner of the room. So she slept comfortably, her clear blue eyes shut. Her faded-pink lips… I gulped. ‘NO!’ I yelled in my head. ‘She’ll beat me if I do!’ I grabbed my ears and held them over my eyes. The soft fur of my ears touching my eyelids calmed me down. ‘She doesn’t even like me that way. She doesn’t!’ I let go of my rabbit ears and let them rise up over my eyebrows.

As soon as I opened my eyes, they immediately traveled to Cream’s lips.

I don’t know why I did it.

I don’t know how it happened

I didn’t even realize what I was doing…

My lips connected with hers. Her pink lips were so soft and warm. Then ever so slowly, her crystal blue eyes fluttered open, so I quickly ended the kiss. “I love you, Cream~” I whispered in all seriousness.

To be continued…

Spyro's Beautiful Nightmare (Fanfiction)

"Spyro... I'm sorry but there's no way you can go back..." Bianca, a tall, blonde rabbit sorceress told me.

            

"W-What?!" I practically screeched. "Hunter can go back to normal!" I yelled, pointing to the cheetah sitting in the corner. "So why can't I?! Let me go back! I want to be a dragon again! I hate being human!" I cried, tears filling my eyes as Bianca stared at me with sympathetic blue gaze. "I want to have my horns back. I want to be able to have protective scales instead of this flimsy human flesh. I want to be a dragon again!!!" I pleaded to her, dropping to my knees and clutching the bottom of her cloak. "Please Bianca... please..."

"I'm sorry, Spyro." She sighed, looking away in shamefulness. "I know I did this to you. And I shouldn't have. You're just a kid who wanted some fun... and now look what I did to you..." She started to tear up too. I could feel her shaking as I clung to her as if my life depended on it.

In the mean time. My friend Hunter was just sitting there, watching his best friend, look like a complete fool. A pitiful fool. With no way to go back to normal. His best friend, me, Spyro, was stuck in this human body forever.

~X~

My name is Spyro. I'm a purple dragon. Just to describe myself, I have golden spikes going down my back and two big yellow horns on my head. I'm quite small actually, only sixteen, but that helps with some missions I need to accomplish. I don't know how to fly yet, even though I have two red-orange wings on my back. I can only glide and hover. I have a yellow armored stomach and very sharp nails. I love to hang out with my best friend, Hunter. I will admit I'm a bit cocky when it comes to defeating my enemies, and sometimes that gets me wound up in a big load of trouble... as you can see.

I didn't do anything bad. I was just wandering around Sunrise Springs with my friend, Hunter. Let me describe Hunter to you. He's a tall cheetah and he stands on his hind legs. He's a light orange color everywhere, except his stomach and paws. His little brownish black dots seem to shimmer in the sunlight as he walks. His fur is a bit rough, but it's just easier for us to fight. He gets very clumsy and trips over me quite a bit. See now, he is an extremely skilled archer. He loves to hunt, such as his name implies. He also loves to challenge me to skateboarding competitions, where I usually beat his sorry butt. He is seventeen and has that sort of skater boy tone in his voice. It's rough and laidback, like he's been a teenager his whole life. He never gets mad, unless you do a certain thing to him, that of which I won't even try to explain.

So I was walking around with Hunter and we were going to visit my dear kangaroo friend, Sheila. She's a beautiful brown Kangaroo, with big green eyes. But when we went to her hut, there was a note that said, "To anyone who wants to visit, I went on a trip to the other worlds, won't be back for a month. Love, Sheila." I looked up at Hunter with a sigh. "Aww~ I haven't seen Sheila for half a year! I miss her!" I growled, kicking the ground, with one of my sharp claws.

Hunter looked down at me. "Hey, how about we go to the pond? We can have a swimming competition, unless you're too much of a dragon egg!" He teased.

"Oh! You totally asked for it!" I started to run straight for the pond. See, the Sunrise Springs is a magical place, I guess you could call it. Fairies, tikis, seals, and kangaroos live here. The ground is green and lush and there's a little river that goes from the hidden cave all the way to the bottom of the hills in the little pool. Then, there's a little forest that has a lot of secrets hidden within. The bark of the tree is white and the darkness makes you wonder, what lives here? After you get out of the forest, there is the tiki home. It's very small and looks shabby, but that's just the outside. And just on the right of the tiki house is the amazing, deep, clear pond. In the middle of the pond is the seal house, nice and big. But the pond is what Hunter and I went there for. It was always sunrise there, hence the name Sunrise Springs.

Hunter and I started to go into the forest when I heard... a small voice. "Oh Hunter, oh Spyro~!" I heard. I quickly turned around only to see Bianca walking out from behind a tree. Her blonde fur looked so soft and her icy blue eyes looked down right on me. She had on her magenta and red cloak. The one she always wears whenever she wants to do something weird with her magic skills.

"Waddya want, chick?" Hunter growled. He never did like Bianca. She always ticked him off. I could see his hands go into small fists.

Bianca giggled, I just wanna do some little tricks on Spyro. He's been my main target. But with him always disappearing to different worlds, I couldn't catch up." She made a pouty face at Hunter and then looked at me.

"Stop being a freak and just go home. Okay? Spyro doesn't want to be any part of your sick games. He's too busy. Going swimming with me! A swimming competition, to be exact!" Hunter practically yelled. Like I said earlier, he doesn't anger easily... so this was going to be very bad for Bianca if she didn't stop.

"A freak?!" Bianca screamed. "Did you just call me a freak?!" Her cool blue eyes suddenly became an icy fire. "I'll show you a freak!!!" She threw her hands forward and out of nowhere an extremely rough wind came by and knocked both Hunter and myself over.

"Ow!"

"What the hell?"

"I think I broke my tail."

"What happened to my horns?"

I realized that I had landed on my back, so I rolled over onto my paws to glare at Bianca... only... I didn't have paws anymore. I had human hands. And human legs... The only things I had that weren’t human were my tail and wings. Ignoring Hunter's moans of agonizing pain, I quickly crawled over to the edge of the pond and looked in. The sight made me gasp. I was a beautiful female human. My hair was wavy and draped over my shoulders. It was a golden blonde with strips of purple here and there. My skin was a soothing pale color as my eyes were a soft lavender. I couldn't believe I was looking at myself. I didn't dare stand up on two legs, I didn't know how.

Suddenly a male human came up from behind me. "Whoa! Spyro... is that you?" He took my hand and helped me up on shaky legs.

"Yes, but who the heck are you?" I covered my mouth as soon as I said that. My voice was... high-pitched. It was girly!!!

"It's Hunter! I didn't know you were a girl... You never told me!" He said, his voice thick with concern.

"Y-You never-- whoa!" My legs gave out. As I almost fell, Hunter grabbed me from around the waist and held me up. "-- never asked..." I said, looking at him in the ponds reflection. He was slightly tanned and had orangey-blonde hair with brownish-black dots in it, shimmering in the light. He was tall and slender, but rather muscular, holding onto me tightly so I wouldn't fall down. He wore a certain white shirt with orange and white sport shorts. His deep blue eyes seemed to lock in with mine as I gazed at the reflection of my unrecognizable friend. He slightly squeezed my hips, sending chills up my spine. I looked at myself in the pond once again. A nice purple dress that was rather short but cute also. Like a little girl. I blushed with embarrassment and kept on looking. I saw a cute, golden ribbon in my hair and my shoes were extremely white. My nails were rather long, but a silver white color.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you make a cute girl?" Hunter teased, blowing soft wisps of wind on my ear.

I shivered and pushed him away. "S-Stop..." I murmured. But that was a mistake on my part. As soon as I pushed him away, I was putting pressure on my legs, making them shaky and unstable. "G-Gah!" I stood there for a couple minutes, scared to move an inch. Scared of falling again.

"Spyro, I can.."

"No, I got this."

"Really, let me help you."

"I said no..." I took one single step forward. Didn't fall. So far, so good.

"I want to help yo-"

"How do you like being human?" I heard Bianca ask, rudely.

"Shut up, Bianca, I'm so gonna get you back!" I looked around, but didn't see her. "D-Dang it...." I kept on walking, ignoring the annoying rabbit-girl's voice, and trying my hardest to make it to my best friend.

"I'll let you be like that for the rest of the day. I'll let you stay a freak!!!" She cheered, then her voice faded out. And I felt tears fill my eyes.

"A freak?" I could feel my legs tremble and eventually I fell onto my knees. "A freak..." Tears were filled up to the brim and finally, they came pouring out. "Hunter.... I'm a freak..." I cried.

All Hunter did was watch his best friend, look like a complete fool. A pitiful fool. With no way to stop her tears from coming out.

~X~

Hunter had finally taught me how to walk, climb, jump, and even how to fly. Since I still had my wings, they came to great use when my legs gave out on me. I would flap as hard as possible and when I feel my feet no longer touching grass I stop... and land perfectly, giving my legs a fresh start. I didn't have any use for my tail as a human, even though it was still a dragon tail, and still very well connected to me.

Honestly, as the day went on... Hunter seemed more and more attractive to me. And he was being so kind and gentle whenever I messed up at human things. He seemed to know more than me and he even taught me how to swim in a human body. And after drying off in the sun, we went walking through the forest to get back to the little pool of water, created by the small river. As soon as we saw Sheila's hut, I flew up to the roof, helping Hunter up as well and just sat there, gazing at the sunrise.

"Hunter... how much do you like me?" I asked, looking at him. He didn't turn his face to look at me. He just kept on looking at the sunrise, his face slowly glowing a faded red.

"I guess, more and more everyday." He then looked at me and smiled.

In all the excitement I attacked him in a hug, knocking us both off the roof. As quick as possible I flapped my wings, harder than ever before as we barely made it from splatting into the stone steps of Sheila's hut. As soon as we both stood on our feet, Hunter used one arm and wrapped it around my hips, pulling me towards him.

'I-Is he going to...' I pushed that thought out of my head. 'No way. Maybe Sheila... but not me...'

Hunter lifted my head and looked into my eyes. His deep blue eyes sucked me in. His skin was so warm. His smile was so comforting it sent chills throughout my body... my human body. A freak body.

"Hunter I--" I was cut off when the cheetah boy kissed me passionately on the lips. But just as quickly as it happened, it ended.

"You're not a freak." He whispered into my ear.

I clung to him like there was no tomorrow. I clung to him. And all He could do was watch his best friend, look like a complete fool. A pitiful fool. With no way to stop herself from falling in love with him.

~X~

Bianca left me to cry on the floor as Hunter watched. Bianca had disappeared, while I sat there and bawled my eyes out like a sick baby. Hunter walked up to me and hugged me. His animal body embracing my human one. But I didn't want to be human. I wanted to be a dragon again. So Hunter told me of this dragon far off in another world that could grant any wish possible. And even now, as you read this, I'm on my way to find this dragon. Bianca and Hunter at my side. I'm leaving Sunrise Springs as a human.... but I'll come back a dragon!