Hello, Reader. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Randall bogs. I am a purple and blue color changing monster. You might have heard of me. I was the #2 scarer in Monsters, Incorporated.
Second best.
That's all I am.
All I was.
All I'm ever gonna be.
Second best.
You probably think "Wow, be happy that youre actually in the top 3."
Have any of you ever read The Guinness Book of World Records?
How many people have gotten into that book by being "Second Best"?
None.
No one ever got anything for being in second place.
Who was above me you ask?
Like you don't already know.
James P. Sullivan.
Ughhh. Just thinking of the name makes me wanna scream.
I remember when I first met that stupid teddy bear of a monster.
It was in Fifth grade.
I was walking to school when I saw some guys messing with a small, thin, furry monster. He was dark red with orange spots.
I felt sorry for him.
I could've just walked past and acted like I never saw a thing but I didn't.
Why? Idon't know. Because I saw that he had potential. With a little push, he could learn how to stand up for himself. But right now he needed help.
I turned invisible and slithered through the circle of monsters surrounding him. I positioned myself in front of him and yelled,
"Back off!" while reappearing.
They all stepped back.
"Leave him alone!" I hissed.
They ran away and I turned to face the monster.
"Don't listen to those guys. They're jerks. They only treat you like crap 'cause you let them. You just gotta learn to stand up for yourself."
" Thanks for helping me man. I really appreciate it." He replied
"No problem. Name's Randall."
"James Sullivan"
"Well, Sulley, you new here?"
"Its that obvious" he laughed.
"Sorta. But don't worry. You stick with me, and in a week everyone will know your name."
And that's how it all started. We became best friends.
With my help, he bulked up (a little) and learned to fight his own battles.
We had our fights like all best friends do. Our worst fight was in Sixth Grade. Man, I'll never forget that one. It was bad.
His girlfriend (I'm surprised he had one) cheated on him with me. He was furious! We didn't talk for weeks. He dumped her, my girlfriend dumped me, and every girl in the school called me a pig. No big deal.
The fight ended when we decided it was too boring to not talk to each other. We were the best of friends. Nothing could go between us. Everything was great…until the last year of high school.