Author's note: I have no idea what this will be about. Of course Dib is NOT my character, yada yada yada… I'm not sure if I'll write anymore to put with this or not. Depends on what kind of reviews I get, so… R&R and let me know… if I get enough demands I might actually write more on it, otherwise… this is it. Enjoy.
-Fantasy
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He was different. I stared at him in amazement as he strolled past my table at our ten-year high school reunion. He was nothing like the boy I remembered, who had constantly investigated every hint of any sort of paranormal activity and was constantly calling at least one of his fellow class mates an alien, or swearing vengeance on anyone or anything that might be behind the disappearance of his pencil.
Dib had been the shortest person in class, though he certainly wasn't now. Now he was at least six feet tall. Thin wire frames had replaced his old thick-framed glasses. He still wore a black trench coat and boots, but they looked professional on him, whereas when he was a child, they had looked awkward. His black hair was still wild, gelled back with the front styled like a scythe, contrasting sharply with his pale skin.
I could not believe what I was seeing. In school Dib was obsessed with the paranormal, and his obsession often caused him to be paranoid, believing that everyone was out to get him. He wasn't paranoid now. He was confident. There was no longer any falter in his step. He moved as though he owned the reunion, knew what effect he had on people and did not care. But why? What could have changed him so much? Besides that, who was the woman with him?
The woman had long red hair trailing to the middle of her back. Her face was perfectly formed, revealing luminous green eyes, a rounded nose, and soft coral lips. She was thin, wore a dark purple shirt with the words "You can't see me," on the front, and plain black pants. She was holding Dib's left hand and her attitude was just as nonchalant as his.
Who was she? Why did Dib bring her with him? The questions burned in my mind until finally I took action.
"Dib," I called, standing up and waving my hand to get his attention. "Dib, come over and sit with me."
Dib looked over and regarded me, his expression never changing. Then, instead of tugging the red-haired girl's hand and walking over to sit with me, he sneered and turned away.
Again, I found myself staring. What had I done to deserve a sneer? I was dressed nicely, so the problem could not be what I was wearing. I had not said enough to be mean. What did I do?
I watched Dib interact with other former classmates and contemplated the reasons Dib would not want to talk with me. At that point I realized Dib was not interacting with any former classmates. In fact, he was ignoring everyone else except the red-haired girl he brought with him. At that moment, realization finally struck me.
Dib was getting even with his former classmates. He was always ignored in school. When we did talk or look at him, it was usually to poke fun at him. He was doing the same thing to us now, focusing his attention on the girl with him and audaciously ignoring everyone else, just as we had focused our attention on our friends and ignored him.
I looked around the room to see how the other former students were accepting this turn of events. Everyone around the room had mixed expressions of dislike, disbelief, shock, and interest. For the first time, Dib had everyone's attention.
-Fantasy
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He was different. I stared at him in amazement as he strolled past my table at our ten-year high school reunion. He was nothing like the boy I remembered, who had constantly investigated every hint of any sort of paranormal activity and was constantly calling at least one of his fellow class mates an alien, or swearing vengeance on anyone or anything that might be behind the disappearance of his pencil.
Dib had been the shortest person in class, though he certainly wasn't now. Now he was at least six feet tall. Thin wire frames had replaced his old thick-framed glasses. He still wore a black trench coat and boots, but they looked professional on him, whereas when he was a child, they had looked awkward. His black hair was still wild, gelled back with the front styled like a scythe, contrasting sharply with his pale skin.
I could not believe what I was seeing. In school Dib was obsessed with the paranormal, and his obsession often caused him to be paranoid, believing that everyone was out to get him. He wasn't paranoid now. He was confident. There was no longer any falter in his step. He moved as though he owned the reunion, knew what effect he had on people and did not care. But why? What could have changed him so much? Besides that, who was the woman with him?
The woman had long red hair trailing to the middle of her back. Her face was perfectly formed, revealing luminous green eyes, a rounded nose, and soft coral lips. She was thin, wore a dark purple shirt with the words "You can't see me," on the front, and plain black pants. She was holding Dib's left hand and her attitude was just as nonchalant as his.
Who was she? Why did Dib bring her with him? The questions burned in my mind until finally I took action.
"Dib," I called, standing up and waving my hand to get his attention. "Dib, come over and sit with me."
Dib looked over and regarded me, his expression never changing. Then, instead of tugging the red-haired girl's hand and walking over to sit with me, he sneered and turned away.
Again, I found myself staring. What had I done to deserve a sneer? I was dressed nicely, so the problem could not be what I was wearing. I had not said enough to be mean. What did I do?
I watched Dib interact with other former classmates and contemplated the reasons Dib would not want to talk with me. At that point I realized Dib was not interacting with any former classmates. In fact, he was ignoring everyone else except the red-haired girl he brought with him. At that moment, realization finally struck me.
Dib was getting even with his former classmates. He was always ignored in school. When we did talk or look at him, it was usually to poke fun at him. He was doing the same thing to us now, focusing his attention on the girl with him and audaciously ignoring everyone else, just as we had focused our attention on our friends and ignored him.
I looked around the room to see how the other former students were accepting this turn of events. Everyone around the room had mixed expressions of dislike, disbelief, shock, and interest. For the first time, Dib had everyone's attention.