Yay I have a new chapter out! Sorry there is a lot of plot summary in this one, had to get it out there. next chapter there should be some more action :) Sorry for the wait if any of you really wanted to read this (which I doubt, but if you did, thank you and I love you!) Please review, it means a lot and it can help be become a better writer! YAY!
Chapter 2-Buzz Lightyear to the Rescue
Woody sat on Andy's windowsill and hugged his knees close to his body. What did it matter if Andy was going to college? Wherever he ended up, it wasn't going to be where Bo was, and anywhere without her was as blank and lifeless as any other.
Buzz glanced upward at Woody sitting on the windowsill. He saw Woody sigh, and turn his head. Buzz knew Woody was upset—he knew how he would feel if Jessie got sold in a yard sale. But Buzz had never really experienced this kind of loss. Still, Buzz knew that he was the only one who could help his best friend right now. Buzz slowly scaled Andy's desk, being careful not to knock anything over or step on Andy's computer. Buzz approached Woody cautiously, as if one sound Woody heard would make him extremely angry. Buzz trudged up to Woody and put a hand on the cowboy's shoulder.
"Go away," Woody said, trying to shake Buzz off. But his heart wasn't in it. Woody was hoping Buzz would come and talk to him. He, too, knew that Buzz was the only one who could make him feel better.
"Come on, Cowboy, get a grip on yourself…" Buzz started, but immediately he knew he'd said the wrong thing.
"GET A GRIP ON MYSELF? Buzz! How would YOU feel if the only toy you ever fully and completely loved got sold in a yard sale? How would YOU feel if you had to watch all your friends be sold, or given away, or thrown out? Well, you may have had to watch that part too but at least you had Jessie! I KNOW how you feel about her, Buzz! I see the way you look at her and she looks back at you with the very same passionate look in here eyes and I KNOW she feels the same way about you, I do. Buzz, you had someone to share ALL those hard times with. Who did I have, Buzz? WHO DID I HAVE TO TURN TO WHEN EVERYONE ELSE WAS LEAVING? I had NO ONE to look at and say, 'Well, at least we still have each other,' NO I DID NOT. And to top it ALL OFF, it's my fault she's gone, Buzz, because I couldn't save her."
Buzz began to speak rather quietly, as Woody's rant had captured the attention of every toy in the room. "…you had me, Woody."
"What, Buzz, I can't hear you, speak up." Woody sounded annoyed.
"I said, you had me! I was always here ready and waiting to listen to you because I knew you were upset. And don't say I was too busy with Jessie, you know her, she understands, too. And Woody, you and Jessie mean the world to me. You are my BEST FRIEND and no one in the world is going to change that! Because I would kill them if they tried." To lighten the mood, Buzz Pushed the small red button on his chest to hear the familiar sound of, "Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!"
"I will always, be here for you, Buddy."
"Oh, I know, Buzz. I'm sorry. But you have to understand how difficult this is for me…I feel like I don't know what I'm doing anymore…I don't know what to do with my life, with my future, none of it."
"I know, Woody but we've just got to—wait! Andy's coming! Woody—"
"Way ahead o' ya! GUYS! ANDY'S COMING! BACK TO THE BOX, HURRY!"
The toys ran to the toy box. Woody noticed that there wasn't the scrambling around of previous years. There were only a few toys left now, and the all simply made a beeline for the toy box. Buzz helped Jessie into the box and they all sat there, listening to what Andy and his mom were saying on the other side, in his room.
"Andy, what are you gonna do with these old toys?" his mom asked. Jessie tensed up.
"Look, mom, I dunno. Can't they just stay where they are?"
"Nooo, here, here's some trash bags, anything you would consider trash, put here, anything you want to take to college, put in the box that says college. Anything else, you can put in the attic. Like, here, baseball trophies, probably atic, apple core-trash. I think you can do the rest."
"Alright, mom." Andy leaned back in his desk chair and sighed.
"What's he gonna do with us?" Rex asked quietly. I don't wanna end up as trash…oh I can't take this kind of rejection!"
"Shhh, Rex, we will be ok. Andy would never throw us away!" Buzz said.
"If he's kept us this long, he's not going to get rid of us on a whim," Woody added.
The lid of the toy box opened, all the toys froze into their positions. Andy looked at them for a moment. Then, he grabbed a trash bag, and started tossing the toys in rather quickly, one by one. The only two toys left in the toy box now were Buzz and Woody. Andy picked them up, held one in each hand, and looked as though he was trying to make a decision. After only a few seconds, though, he tossed Buzz into the bag and put Woody in the box for college. Buzz felt so confused, he thought he was one of Andy's favorite toys. But Woody always won out in the end. Before the toys knew it, they were on the curb near the trash.
"We're on the curb!" Jessie exclaimed.
"Now, calm down, Jessie we will find a way out of this!"
"Oh, I should have known better than this, it's Emily all over again!"
"Ok guys," said Buzz, "we can get out of this. Start pulling on the bag."
"It won't rip!"
"We need something sharp…Rex! Use your tail!"
All the toys began pushing on Rex so that his tail would puncture the bag.
"Got it!" Buzz said. All the toys began to clamber for the hole they had made with Rex's tail.
"Guys, under here!" Buzz said. He'd found the recycling bin. They made their way into the garage and emerged from under the bin.
"I have an idea…" Jessie said. All the toys climbed into the back of the van, where there was a box that said, 'Sunnyside' on it. The toys decided to donate themselves, because Andy didn't want them anymore. Woody approached the garage from the direction of the house.
"Guys! What are you doing?" he shouted.
"We're going to daycare!" said Rex, as though this was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a long time. It probably was.
"No! Andy still wants you, he was putting you in the attic!"
"He left us on the curb!" yelled Jessie back in Woody's face.
"No, that was a mistake, he was putting you in the attic! Come, on, you gotta believe me!"
Just then, the van's back door closed, and the toys made their way to Sunnyside Day Care.
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