One Child's Late Summer Dream: Inspired By Newcomer, Sk3lleton

Prequel to thebarnyardlongshot's What Happens Next

Chapter 1: An Arrival

For DJ, it seemed as if the same old things happened each day. Sorrowness all the time, defeat evil day or night, night concerts and having a little fun at bed time. Relaxing kind of didn't exist anymore. Or at least not at the farm. You're either always running for your life, singing your hearts out or panting beneath the covers. But was he really not in control all those times he'd cheated on Daisy? Because he sure felt like shit right now. What if he could've taken over a long time ago and never let that happen? Would she have stayed? It lingered. The powers of reading thoughts can be painful as he had learned a while back that she'd missed Miller as he was gone from Wakitcha. Had she really loved him? It once again lingered. What's worse is trying to use another face to cover another one up. Sonya was very pretty, but something told him that looking a lot like Daisy, he didn't really love her for who she really was. He couldn't decide whether or not he still wanted her in his life. But one thing was certain. She wouldn't take him back. Miller was so much of a better person than DJ had ever been. But a memory of a once existing family still existed in DJ's mind. It would stain him longer than the thought of Daisy even thinking about leaving. But he was not ready to tell anyone who didn't know that he still hurt. Not now, not ever. His big brother would think he still held a grudge and he didn't want that... actually, he did and DJ didn't want to think about it. The paranormal ones should be the only ones to know. Most of the feeling stuff had changed though. Sonya had wiped Daisy away from DJ's thoughts and DJ fixed the past. For now, DJ was getting closer to the edge with a newcomer named Drake.

Breakfast.

"Your name is DJ, right?" asked Drake.

"Yes, and I would happen to be your friend's brother." said DJ.

"I'm terribly sorry for what happened when I got here." said Drake.

"Just as long as you don't pull another stunt like that, I'd be happy." said DJ. "I don't take things like that too lightly. Especially when it's as soon as you get here. You're lucky I didn't jump you then."

"Do I have to be strangely sick to have an apology accepted?" asked Drake.

"If it's what I think it is, that will get you a death warrant instead." said DJ. "I just thought I'd give you a little info about me. I didn't say I didn't forgive you."

The sounds of a Lamborghini got closer.

"Did someone forget to mention another newcomer?" asked DJ.

"As you know, these things come up unexpected anymore." said Abby.

"Well, I'm hating this." said DJ.

A red Lamborghini Gallardo ramped up over the barnyard's hill and landed on the ground. The body was close to the ground, the rims were silver and on the door was a vinyl. It was green skull and crossbones over a yellow pattern with blue outline. It also had a spoiler that was normally seen on Mitsubishi Lancers and Lamborghinis.

It came into the barnyard and did donuts.

All the members came out to check who it was. A yellow cow with black spots; long, black hair, black-tinted sunglasses and a key as an ear ring in her left ear stepped out of the car.

Ben looked at her angrily. Then she took off her sunglasses and spoke to him.

"What?" she asked. "Don't like my moves?"

Then she lie on her car hood in a sexy manor.

"Or do you not like me?" she asked, rubbing the hood. "Because if you want, I can make this a really hot rod."

Ben walked back inside.

"First man turned me down." said the cow.

"I can guarantee he won't be the last, seeing as how you seem to wanna have sex with your car." said Miller.

"It turns most men on." said the cow. "But, I guess no one here's interested in me. My name's Stella Belle. I was a former street racer and the leader in the gang, Nuclear Angels. I had many cars including a red Dodge Charger R/T which got confiscated after three arrests. But for the most part, I was pretty hard to catch. Now, all cars except for it and of course this Gallardo remain in the new museum in Wakitcha. The highest gang who claimed to outrule everyone was called Stacked Deck and it was taken over by the Nuclear Angels. The lesser gangs were the Blackhearts, Bushido, Scorpions, Rotor 4, T.F.K., and well, others. Of course, Need For Speed: Carbon was of course based on this, but left us Nuclear Angels out. You were to start from the beginning as a gang in which you could name yourself and travel through my journeys."

"That was a good game." said DJ.

"Indeed." Stella said, unsatisfied with the game. "You got food? I'm starving."

"Actually, we were eating when you came in." said DJ.

"Hey, beefmaster." Stella said to Drake.

"My name's Drake!" said Drake.

"Oh." said Stella. "I gotta talk to you."

Everyone went inside.