Jez: I just don't understand, how is that possible?

Me: How is what possible?

Jez: For me to have a twin

Me: Well if mom and dad were around maybe they could explain why they sent me away

Jez: NOOO!

ME: Oh shut up and deal with it.

Jez: well, at least this means that you can't own the Night World

Me: Damn! Why do u always have to mention that

Jez: cause it`s fun

Me: (sticks out tongue) fine be that way

Jez: Okay, bye

Me: where r u going

Jez: Answer looking

Me: k bye

A note: i can wish! My friend always tells me I am a lot like Jez so...

I'm five years old it's getting cold I've got my big coat on. I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run, and run, past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides.

Morgead walked to the park near his house upset, cold and alone. Thankfully he had remembered to grab his spring coat. Today had been his 5th birthday and boy was it lousy. I mean honestly, look at what he had gotten for a birthday present, his mother walking out the door again, with another one of her hookers. How bad can a birthday get? Why did it always have to happen to him, how was that fair? Morgead blamed himself, even though it was probably illogical. If he wasn't such a constant disappointment in her life maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't always leave him. Hopefully she would stay for his birthday next year.

Morgead reached the park and sat on the ground with his back against a tree. He put his head in his hands and shamelessly let the tears fall wishing more than ever that Jezebel Redfern was here with him. Jez was his bestest friend in the whole world and she could make him forget anything, even the worst moments in life. Morgead didn't know how she did it she just did. He wished that he could do the same then maybe he could forget everything.

"Hey Morgy" He heard a girl giggle. He was about to scream at them, tell them to bugger off and not call him Morgy as it really pissed him off. He bit his lip on his retort when he saw his best friend, 4-year-old lamia Jezebel Redfern walking his way, to his immense relief. She always seemed to show up at all the right moments, whenever he needed her most. Proving her an even greater mystery to the 5-year-old, Morgead.

"Hiya Jez" She sat down beside him, and accidently bumped his shoulder but turned it into a joke by gently shoving him. Jez turned her silvery-blue eyes to look at him only to meet a tear-stained face with brilliant green eyes looking at her intensely.

"Why were you crying?" Jez asked concerned.

"She left" Morgead replied turning his head the other way. He didn't need to say anymore, Jez knew what he was referring to. Jez knew she had to act fast to keep her best friend, Morgead from getting too depressed about his mother leaving.

"Wanna know what will cheer you up?" Jez asked, trying to sound upbeat. Morgead looked at her with hopefilled eyes.

"What?" Jez stood up and bent over top of Morgead so that their foreheads were almost touching. Now, Morgy was really confused. What was she playing at?

"Tag, you're it" she cried, punching him on the shoulder. Jez took off running in the opposite direction as fast as she could. Morgead quickly jumped to his feet and was off like a bullet chasing after her. Jez turned her back around

"Come on slowpoke" she called back. Morgead picked up his pace and slowly began to catch up with her. They ran past Morgead's mothers pumpkin garden and to the huge park by Jez's house where she lived with her Uncle Bracken. The park with the teetor-toters shaped like tractors. Morgead took one last stride and pounced on Jez , all his worries forgotten. The two friends both fell in a pile onto the ground and burst out laughing. Morgead looked to Jez happily,

"Thanks Jez" She turned to look at him confused.

"For what, Morgy?"

"For one of the best days of my life."

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