Vanessa, Music, and the Color Purple

Chapter 1

It was a warm July day in Hollywood when we meet our resident idiot, Michael Saratoga. On this day, Michael decided that it was National Vanessa day. Since Michael is an idiot and the only things that where in his head were Vanessa, music, and the color purple, of course the day would involve all three.

Michael put on a purple shirt grabbed his guitar and left to pick up the last aspect of his essence Michael if you read this don't worry about what the last aspect of your essence, it is just a fancy name for Vanessa He jumped into his very girly and hippie van and started in the direction of Vanessa's house.

Suddenly Michael stopped and looked out the window. There was Serena, Wally, and her boyfriend Stanley.

"Its Stanton you idiotic mortal!"

"Dude since when does my brain call me a idiotic mortal?" Michael got out of the van and walked over to the couple walking down the street. Little did Michael know that leaving your van in the middle of the road with the keys in it was a bad idea.

"Stanton be nice, you know that Michael is slow. He can't handle thoughts as complex as yours, you should stay out of his head because if you keep doing that it might explode." Serena pulled Stanton towards Michael even though Stanton hated being around idiots.

"Hey, Rena! Sup homie? See any good cars we could jack soon?" Michael reached the two and began a gangster act.

"Michael the gangster is Jimena, not me. Its ok I got that a lot though."
Stanton laughed.

"What a loser!"

"Stanton be nice. Remember he is slow."

"Serena he has known you for three years and still confuses that ghetto bitch with you."

"That 'ghetto bitch' is my best friend! "

"Whatever" At that moment Stanton thought it would be fun if he made Wally bite Michael hoping he would get rabies.

"Ow!" Wally bite Michael in the thigh. Michael then ran towards the van leaving Serena and Stanton, who were now laughing at his stupidity.

"Dude, where's my car?"

Suddenly an old homeless man came up to Michael. "Dude where's your car?"

"Dude, where's my car?"

"Dude, where's your car?"

"Dude, where's my car?"

"Dude, where's your car?"

"Dude, where's my car?"

"Dude, where's your car?"

"Dude I don't know. Where's my car?" Before the man could say anything, Michael's van came to a screeching halt, knocking him off his feet in the process.

As Michael picked himself of the ground, the old man was frightened and ran away and screaming; "ITS DAY OF THE LIVING DEAD! He died but he is alive!"

At that time the drivers side window came down. Inside the van was Tymmie, Karyl, and Kelly.

"You got punk'd!" Tymmie yelled.

"Can I have the van back than?"

"No way loser!" Kelly started to laugh.

"Yeah, welcome to the OC bitch!" Karly added.

"We don't live in the OC, idiot." Kelly hit Karyl on the head.

"Oh, that's why I didn't see Seth or Summer. Or even Steven or LC." Karyl slumped down in his seat.

"That's the weed talking don't worry Kel." Tymmie turned back to Michael. (Most people forget Michael's presence because he is so… jenasay qua.)

"The Atrox wants the van. So too bad for you."

"Why?"

"The Atrox is into that new show 'that 70s house'. He wants it, he gets it."

"Oh, ok. Who is the Atrox?"

"Your woman will know." At that the window rolled back up and the van took off.

Michael sank to his knees in the middle of the road raising his hands sky-ward. "THE ATROX!" Michael began to sob. "Vanessa you got some splainin' to do. I knew she had a new guy!" Michael set off to get some answers.