Part 1: The Strange Autobiographies

Chapter 1: Ugly,Fat Piece Of Shit

It was Sunday and Benson gave them all the day off. High Five Ghost was the most excited about it. There was a metal band called 'Motördeath' playing in town and he was sure his best friend and him would go there as they planned. High Five Ghost was wearing the band's T-shirt when he cheerfully knocked on the door of the trailer.

"Muscle Man!" High Five Ghost happily called. No reply. He knocked again and since no one opened or answered, he went in. "Hey Muscle Man! Ready to go?" But Muscle Man wasn't in the trailer. High Five Ghost sighed, realizing he probably forgot and went on a date with Starla. That thought hurt but he decided he wouldn't give Muscle Man a hard time about it if that was the case.

He turned to the left and saw something that caught his eye. A golden book. He floated over there and took a closer look at it which he read: "'Ugly, Fat Piece Of Shit by Mitch Sorenstein.' I didn't know Muscle Man wrote a book." he turned around, not wanting to go trough something that didn't belong to him. But curiosity got the better of him so he turned back and turned to page one. He didn't really care about the book's possible material value. He just wanted to know what his friend wrote. "'Giving birth to me was tough for my mother, because I was such a fat pig who weighed at least a good 20 pounds.'" High Five Ghost raised an eyebrow and kept reading. "'The moment I came out, I had a face that not even a mother could love. I looked so nasty that the doctor pointed his revolver at me so he wouldn't have to see my disgusting face. When my mother saw me, she tried begging the doctor to just kill me already.'"

High Five Ghost turned a few pages. "'I gave the 'Greatest Trucker in the World' hat to my father, because I was too stupid to see how much of a liar and failure he was as a no good fork lift driver.'"

Wait, was Muscle Man writing about himself?

He turned a few more pages. "'That day wasn't any different. The kids didn't give me a break for being so ugly and fat.'" High Five Ghost looked down. "'Wow, I had no idea he felt that way." When the feeling of deep pity passed him, he turned a page back but noticed it was empty. "Huh?" he turned a few pages back and it was all gone. He turned back to the page he didn't finish and it was still there. There were many questions going trough his head, but what he truly need to know was what was on the last page.

So, he turned to it. "'I blew my puppy off to go on a date with my gross girlfriend. THE END.' WHAT?!" High Five Ghost frowned. "How could he write something like that? To call me his puppy and call Starla gross? And I thought he just forgot but I guess I was wrong." he was looking away when the book started to shine, but as soon as he noticed the light and turned his attention back to it, his mouth opened. He watched the book in awe as something weird was happening and when it stopped, he turned to back to page one.

High Five Ghost looked at the title once again, "'Freakish Inbred by High Five Ghost.'" his mouth opened again. He quickly closed the book and went out without saying another word. He dropped the book on the ground and threw a turned on match on it. "There." he smiled again and went away thinking the book will burn and turn to ashes.