This is a story of a young child by the name of Kirby. He lived a happy life with his family on Popstar. They loved each other more than anything, and not one was loved less. Kirby's mom and dad met only five years ago, but they were married almost instantly. Their first born was named Kirby. They loved Kirby more than the two loved each other combined. Their second born was named Ares. They found alien mythology fascinating, so they had to name him Ares. The last born, Rachel, was special. It seemed as if Kirby and Ares' parents loved Rachel more than them, but it changed once they realized their mistake. After all that, they were happy. That was until Kirby became six. It was time for him to go to school.

Kirby

Kirby woke up, rubbing his eyes, and yawning. It was still a bit dark outside, and Kirby tried to go back to sleep. Then he remembered: today is the first day of school. He jumped out of bed, got ready, and exited his door. Just as he did so, his mom called from downstairs, "Kirby, time to go!"

"Okay! on my way!" He replied. Kirby grabbed his new back pack his mom bought recently and filled it with supplies for school. Pencils, markers, crayons, paper, clothes, etc... He looked around for anything else to take to school, but thought that his bag was too heavy. Then he spot his favorite toy; a star plush. After he packed that, he met up with his mother downstairs. Kirby and his mother walked to the car together and drove to the school. Kirby's mom wasn't only proud, she was sad. The school that Kirby had to go to wasn't a school that kids stay at for six hours a day and come home, Kirby had to go to boarding school. Kirby was sad as well, as they said their goodbyes.

Kirby walked down the empty halls, looking for room "135." As he walked, he noticed a cat about his size walking the way he was. As they walked, Kirby found his room. Next to his room, however, was the cat's room. Kirby and the cat noticed that, but proceeded to go into their rooms. Kirby set down his stuff, and laid down on his bed, hearing his mom's voice echoing in his mind, "It's not that you've done anything wrong, It's that there is no other schools you can go to that are an hour away. You'd have to wake up at three and get ready if you were going to Farland, Elementary, the closest school to us besides Discan." Kirby sighed, and opened his bag. he pulled out a spiral, and started writing a story. The story, of Kirby's Dreamland.