Take on me: I've found you.
-Whoville doesn't exists, it didn't and it won't-, my father shouted at me as the Chairman of Whoville would do.
-It doesn't matter to me, I like it and will never give up trying to find people as them. And now, excuse me-. I got out the living room and rushed to the front door. I could hear my father's footsteps following me, but then my mother, who was like Sally, told him:
-Don't worry, let her calm down-, and I get out of my home.
I knew I was a bit older to still dreaming on people living on a speck of dust, but I simply couldn't find a better thing. Just imagine: people living in peace, all being friends, every body being kind to each other and a warm temperature and a big blue sky over us. Without worries, without pain, without problems…
The thougth calmed me down a bit, at least I could get away and get my head clear from my father's preach.
There was only one thing that made myself to come back to the normality when I was trying to: Jojo. Yes, him, and listen to music, of course.
Thinking in the idea of finding someone as him to still with me for ever was the most beautiful thougth I could always think, but at the bottom, I knew that my father was true and that, the only thing he pretended saying all those things, was trying to make me forget about it and my heart doesn't get broken.
Besides I was still angry, I couldn't find my favourite song in my I-Pod, or Who-Pod, as I called it. I needed to go to the park.
Suddenly I heard someone calling me as I crossed the street. I turned my head, it was my father. I stopped trying to find out what did he was saying to me: he was motoning with his arms desperately.
I quit one of my headphones and shouted "What?" but I could do nothing more before I felt a terrible hit and then saw nothing more than darkness.
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-Down, you know that Jean isn't going to calm down that easy- said Alan, Jean's father getting upset.
-Sweet, you must believe in her-, that was Jean's mother.
-But why is she still believing in that? ¡It's just a story! ¡A movie! ¡A fantasy! She's sixteen years old, for God's sake! So I'm going to look for her before she passes the next six hours out of her home!- said firmly Alan.
When Dawn heard the door closed she could just sigh and think "Oh, why is she still thingking whos are real?".
Alan ran looking for her daugther.
"There you are", he thought as he walked to her rapdly, but she satrted crossing the street. -¡Jean, Jean! – she couldn't hear.
Suddenly he saw a car was coming near her. He called her again as he motioned desperately at her to get out of there… but it was too late.
The car hit her and Alan could do nothing than to run towards her. He kneeled beside her and put Jean's head on his thighs.
-Jean! Dear, are you ok?- he said but she didn't answered, she was black out, a jet of running out of her head flowing slowly trough Alan's clothes.
He called to an ambulance and then to his wife.
-This is not very nice, honey- Alan said, tears streaming down.
-What's wrong?- asked Down, her voice trembling in fear. What could be so bad to make her husband cry?
-Jean...-
And that simply made her feel sick.
-Where are you?
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A half an hour have passed since the and Alan and Down were waiting. She had some dried tears in the corners of her eyes and leaned her head oh her husband's shoulder. He softly ran his fingers into her hair.
Soon, the doctor arrived as both of them stood up rapidly from their seats.
-I'm sorry mr. and mrs. Pocket- said doomly.
-What is it?- asked nervously Down.
-Your daugther is in comma
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Darkness. Darkness and…stars.
Yes, a star covered sky. This was the most beautiful view I ever had from it. I was liyng on something soft and strange. I blinked my eyes to be sure that I was looking was real.
The only thing that made me lose the attention were some foot steps I heard from the right side. I could simply see a shape, a shape that reminded me at someone.
I tried to get a better look of the person and supported my weigth on my elbows. Suddenly the shape stopped walking and straightened himself, looking stiffy . Then the shape turned it's head to where I was and started coming nearer and nearer until I finally shocked myself knowing exactl who the shape was as immediantly memories came as a flash through my mind…
"Jojo"
My eyes got open wider and he leaned over me, wathching me just as I was starring at him. Suddenly, I saw his arm stretching slowly to my face.
He touched my cheek and I blinked at the contact, but Jojo simply whispered:
-Soft…- and that seemed to be enough for him.
Well guys, you'll must wait to see what will come next, this is really going to be nice. This is my first fanfic so please, comment and don't be rude. Oh, even if my name is Whozonegirl, you can also know me as Sweet Honey, if you wanna write to me use the underlined name. Thanks, and stay tuned!