Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, just the words in the story.
Just a long winded thought that will be written from beginning to end nonstop over the next few days. Different from my writings, it's a light hearted friendship story to be enjoyed by all level of readers.
Hey just a little tribute to the Olympics of 2008 with the cast of Joey and friends. All the games and rules are not based on facts it's only the spirit of the games that is truly fact based. I've always admired the athletics and the peace that the games hopefully bring for fourteen days. Simply amazing, well let the games begin. I know there is pain, sorrow, and suffering behind the curtains, but for a moment we can breathe in one breath.
It's even more amazing that the internet joins so many of us together from all around the world; we are united in friendship. Hey and it is 352 days out of the year, so in a sense we are Olympic champs in our own way enduring always. Sometimes reviewers hand us our metals and follow authors, sama's, chan's, beta's, senpai's and koi's give us the courage to push on to the finish line. I give you all gold medals for the courage to post and bare your very souls to the world.
This is my metal to all of you!! Wear it proudly, you have deserved it.
The metal would have rings of gold, silver, and bronze around the edges. In the middle of the metal a scroll unrolled with a quill pen and small bottle of ink, slightly raised would be centered. Words written in Greek would say "I write to live, I live to write."
A tribute to reviewers would be on the back, "I read with passion, I read with heart" a small book open in the middle would be in the center of the metal.
Well that's one writer's vision, hope you like it. Let me know. Well let's get it on!!
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Title: Five Rings, One Heart
Chapter One: Little boys and Little girls
"Mommy, Mommy Joey ate my hot dog! I want it back." A little girl no older than six or seven wrinkled her nose and bared her teeth at the little boy with the golden hair. His cheeks were twice the normal size of a boy his age because they were filled with mustard, pickles, hotdog, and buns. The girl shook her head in frustration and her long chestnut bangs felt forward in her eyes. "Mommmmmeeyyyy."
"Tea we don't scream, it's not lady like," a soft motherly voice spoke from the other side of the door. It was Tea's mother, Ms. Gardener.
"I'm not a lady; I want my hot dog, Mommy!" Tea pointed to Joey's cheeks filled with her hot dog. Joey looked around for any other treats he could snatch from Tea's lap, totally oblivious to his friend's feelings.
Without any warning she balled her tiny fingers into a tight fist and lifted the threatening man made ball above her head to strike. In Tea's mind the hot dog needed a champion.
"Ouch!" Joey rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his sun-bleached mop of unruly curly hair. Often he would be teased about his abundance of golden curls which his mother refused to cut. Later on as a teen, Joey would allow his best friend to flat iron his hair much to his mother's distress.
"Mrs. Gardener, Tea hit me . . . ." he paused for affect and worked up those puppy dog tears sure to melt any mother's heart. Tea didn't see it coming and continued to rage. Joey just pouted. "It hurt . . . . Sniffs," Joey wailed.
Tea stepped back like a pitcher on the block and rotated her arm preparing to deliver a knockout punch to the little boys head.
"Tea Jennifer Gardener, don't you dare hit that boy." Mrs. Gardener walked briskly out of the kitchen catching her daughter out of the corner of her eye; hand in the air.
"What have I told you about fighting, young lady? You remember how we have talked about sharing. Sharing is caring. Caring is friendship. Friendship is sharing and caring for one another. " It was a speech Tea heard all her young life. Mrs. Gardener nodded in Joey's direction and smiled looking into his big hazel eyes. Joey was a handful; always into mischief, but so adorable. "Joey is your friendship friend."
"Mommy, Mommy he's a pig, always stealing other people's food." She put her hand down, but her tiny fingers remained in the 'Tea knock down one. . two. . three. . punch' position.
"Tea, we don't call our friends names." Mother pointed fingers at the little girl; point for little boy.
"Well he's . . . . Not my friend . . . so there . . . . Piggy, piggy!!" Little girl just lost two points.
"Tea go to your room!" Mothers hands on hip. Game ball, fun is over.
"But, Mommy . . . . Joey I hate you forever." She had tears in her eyes and rubbed them away furiously. Tea stood her ground; this was her house and her mother.
"Now, Tea Jennifer Gardener," Mother uses full name, game over; trouble.
Tea couldn't believe her mother sided with that moron. For all that it was worth she kicked Joey and hoped it would be hidden from that even present mother vision. 'You know they have eyes in back of the head, superman vision. It was given to Mother's to torment kids,' she thought. The kick was followed by the old tongue out of the mouth. Next she swished her pink petty coat in his face and strutted off to the sanctuary of a little girls' room.
"Ouch!"
"Tea, I told you not to fight and you kicked Joey anyway. "Stop right now and listen. You will not have any ice cream tonight." Mother faced her defiant daughter with hands on each hip.
Tea's eyes brimmed with tears. Grandmother had made that special double chocolate ice cream with gummy bears she loved so much. It was for her sleep over tonight.
"But Mommy, please." Tea unfurled her fist and sighed in defeat.
"You should apologize to Joey." Mother sighs; she couldn't understand Tea's behavior.
Tea's stony glaze penetrated Joey muffled look and he instantly regretted upsetting Tea. He pleaded with his puppy dog eyes, but it was too late. Tea couldn't see anything through her tears.
"Mommy, I can't and I won't." The teary little girl wanted to just die and kick Joey to the curb or grind him into the nearest hole. No, put him in a swing and push it to China, instead she just ran to her room.
"Mrs. Garner, I did eat the hotdog, I'm sorriest. Please don't take away Tea's ice cream . . . . I'm not really hurtin' see." Joey felt so miserable.
"Joey, I understand you want to protect your friend, but Tea has to control her temper and stop beating up on boys. She's a little girl." Mrs. Gardener busied herself sweeping the porch and finished lecturing Joey.
Joey arched his shaggy eyebrows and started to speak, but realized the words in his mind would ground Tea for life. Tea defended Yugi and Tristan's honor all the time. She was constantly taking on bullies, and kicking butt. Tea was the leader of the gang and controlled the violence at school. If it wasn't for Tea all the little nerds would be dog bait.
"Well I gotta go; I'm meeting Yugi at the park. Can Tea please come when she finish crying. I promise we won't fight anymore, pinky swears." He held up his little finger and waited.
Mrs. Gardener smiled and kissed the mass of golden curls on top of his head. She wiped the mustard off his face and sent him on his way with a motherly push. Joey ran the short distance to the neighbor park and jumped into the sand pit. It was his most favorite place to be in the whole world, unless he was running along the beach in the sand. For the moment he forgot his troubles and started to day dream of his future, as only a ten year old boy would do.
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See you in Chapter 2, review, thanks for reading...
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