Return To Care-A-Lot
Chapter 1
When she had last saw them with her eyes, she was waving her hand saying good-bye. A sad grin was plastered on her face.
She was standing on the dock with John, Dawn, and the boy she and her friends had saved, Dark Heart. The power of love and caring had saved him. And that power laid in their hearts and within the hearts of the Care Bears and Care Cousins.
Thanks to those creatures of caring, they had saved themselves, the kids of the camp, and the world. Without these kids taking action, the caring of the world would have been lost forever.
Now, Christy's world is in turmoil. Everywhere she goes, there is violence, death, and uncaring. She just didn't care anymore.
Christy walked with a devastated look on her face. Her head was down, her now waist length brown hair covered her face on both sides. She didn't get any attention to people who passed her by.
She was not the happy girl she was when she had left camp all those years ago. Now she was 16, living with her mom, her life had taken a turn for the worse. Her thoughts clouded her mind as she continued to walk to her destination.
Her parents had gotten divorced, her hormones in her teenage body raced now and again, and the worst of her life was when she had received the news that her beloved friends from camp had tragically died.
Dark Heart was an orphan when he left camp. He was thrown into an orphanage. He had no friends, no hope, and had been an orphan for almost 5 years. Turning his life from bad to hell, he had started to drink. Always going to alcohol to solve his problems.
He had stolen a car and crashed it into a telephone pole. The car had burst into flames taking with it, his body. The funeral had been a closed casket. Christy Dawn and John were together comforting each other. All 3 of them had big chunks of tears clouding their eyes. "Just think of it this way," said John. He sniffled and looked at his girls. "He's in a better place now," he said his voice choked up. The girls nodded their heads.
Christy, John, and Dawn got into their parents car after saying their final good-bye to their friend.
Christy then turned her thoughts to John and Dawn.
Several months after the funeral, Christy's mom had gotten a call from the twins' mother. They too had died. "WHAT?!" screamed Christy. She had been called to the kitchen by her mom. Her mom was crying as well. "Dear, I am so sorry," she said.
"How?" asked Christy in between the sobs. "Well," she started. "After your other friend's death, John and Dawn had been getting into trouble. A way to escape their sadness. They started hanging out with this gang. And they were in the middle of robbing a bank and they were gunned down," she said.
Christy was in so much shock and disarray, she took off out the door and ran to the only place she wanted to go…to her church.
That was 3 months ago. Christy had been walking alone a lot after school. Her grades in classes stayed the same. She barely talked to anyone. She hardly ate anything as well.
Christy looked up and saw that she had reached her destination. It was her church. She had been helping out with the kids while the parents practiced for the choir.
This day was not the same. Usually the kids were always running around and playing in the classroom. But this time, they were all sitting down, drawing.
Christy heeded no mind to the turn of events. She found it peaceful. Just as soon as she sat down, the parents had come into the class and got their children. "Done already?" she asked one of the parents.
"Yes," said a mother of a girl. "The choir practiced had been cancelled due to the director not feeling good," she said. "Oh," said Christy. "I'll see you all next week!" she said as the kids left with their parents.
Christy stayed behind and cleaned up the room. That's when she saw the pictures the kids had been drawing. They were of the Care Bears and the Care Bears Cousins. She smiled as she saw them, but then she frowned.
These pictures were not cheerful with innocence, but impure with evil. In the pictures, Care-A-Lot had almost been destroyed. One huge dark cloud hung in the sky above Care-A lot.
The Care Bears and Cousins were not colorful and full of joy and caring, but gray with unhappiness and dread.
Christy looked through all the other pictures. They were all the same, even with that one dark cloud.
"What the hell is this?" she spoke. She looked out the window and up in the clouds that had formed in the sky. "Is this what has become of them?" she asked herself.
Gathering all the pictures, she headed up to the bell tower to look out in to the sky. Once there she began talking.
"God," she whispered. Her eyes were sad.
"I know that my life right now is full of sadness. I have found the right way to work through it, but now my friends are in trouble. Something has happened to the Care Bears. Please take me to them. I want to help them," she said.
Then she was gathered in sparkling white lights and magically transported to Care A Lot, or what was left of it.
