Hello again, guys!
This story should hopefully be a real treat for all of you Neopets Fans since it's gonna be co-written by my good friend Caroline!
Oh, that has nothing to do with Neopets?
WELL WHO CARES.
Anyway, if you want to learn more about the neopets in this story, they are our real neopets. My account is doglegirl56 on Neopets and her's is Foxstar_of_Moonclan
This chapter is written by me, and the next one will be written by Caroline.
So please enjoy.
Neopets belongs to Viacom, and not me.
"Twenty-seven buckets of dung on the wall, twenty-seven buckets of dung!"
"Who took my manebrush! I swear, if it was you Nicole, I will kill you! Or, you know, give you the makeover your ugly face is asking for!"
"Now, let's see, if I divide the recipe by four, it would be uneven…I wouldn't want to mess up the recipe… so, I'll divide it by 4.5 and then we'll have leftovers for lunch tomorrow!"
Ah, a normal day in my life. O.W singing another random song she heard on Neovision, Emily ranting about some beauty product she lost, and Aqua being smart. Perhaps most sane neopets wouldn't last long in an environment like the one I live in. But then again, I may not be exactly sane.
"C'mon Nicky! Sing with me! Twenty-six buckets of dung on the wall, Twenty-six buckets of dung! You take them down, pass them around, Twenty-Five buckets of dung on the wall!" An energetic white kougra, my sister Ocean Wave, or better known as O.W., sang at the top of her lungs, clutching her stuffed plushie kougra, Amy, in her over-sized paws.
"Ha, no thanks O.W. Maybe next time?" I said to her gently, patting her head as I walked into our busy kitchen.
"Morning, Nicky!" Aqua called out cheerfully over the general ruckus of the kitchen, "I'm making Omelettes!" She bent down to look at a cook book, her green eyes shining.
"Um, Aqua, I hate to break it to you, but-"
Suddenly, the recipe book disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.
"Oh great Fyora! Now I don't know how much sausage to add!"
"Sausage? Ugh, more like Fatsage. Why can't you cater to vegetarians once in a while, Aqua? And Nicky, fork over my Mane Brush." Emily turned to me and her gray eyes glistened with hate-and stupidity.
"I didn't take your Mane Brush, Emily. Judging you, you probably left it somewhere stupid, like the sink or something." I growled back.
"Already checked there, oh smart one." Emily sneered back. "This time I out-smarted you-huh?"
"No you- Oh never mind." I plopped down in a chair, resting my head on my paws.
Emily followed me, sitting hard on the seat across from me.
"I KNOW you took it! Fork it over!"
"I DIDN'T take it!"
"Who wants omelettes?" Aqua said in a sing-song voice, obviously trying to break up the argument.
"Oooh! Me, me!" O.W cried.
My room is my escape.
It is, and it was back in the time of this story. It is blue and rather plain, nothing anyone would want to gloat over, but I've decorated it with dreams, and I think it looks nice enough.
Posters line the wall, posters of Maraqua- a beautiful city, shining under the depths of the waves.
I want to go there one day.
But to do that, I have to be able to breathe underwater. That is why I covet the elusive Maraquan Paint Brush. That's my other dream.
I was sitting on my bed, thinking about all these things when another pressing issue graced my mind- my past.
I only remember fuzzy bits of it, the time before I came to Faerieland. The time before I met Aqua. The time before my life became whole.
What I do remember is a castle. Perhaps that's why I was drawn to Faerieland. After all, the castles in the sky are famous for their beauty. However, in looking for my past, I found my future.
I am forever grateful.
