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I have an important announcement to make:
IT'S WINTER BREAK! ( = more updates) Yes, dear readers: I will try to update every three days. Note: keyword, TRY… so… *Awkwardly poking index finders together*… Don't get mad at me if I'm a bit late?
And now… *Drum roll* Jumbo-Triple-Chocolate-Brownies-With-Chocolate-Chips (Why, yes, chocolate brownies) to everyone who read and reviewed!
pikachushinystar – My first reaction: Ohhh such a shiny name! :) Then I was like: Yayyyy! You like it! One less murderer on my list… And finally, I was like: Surprise! I updated! Do I get a cookie?
Rawrtastic -Woaaahhh you're Canadian too! Do you have a pet polar bear as well? Really? *Virtual High Five* Yes, I am obsessed with my pet polar bear… so adorableee! Anyways, yes, about that dystopian thing, there's too much May as a singer or something like that, so I decided to write a story about it. It's kinda based on the Giver :) I like torturing Drew, although he's actually really sweet deep deep deep down inside.
Left-To-Die – YUSSSS! I AM AWESOME TOO FOR READING YOUR PROFILE :) but I know riiiite? Everyone normal describes things as shade yadda yadda *extreme sarcasm intended* Correction: I wouldn't be cool. It IS cool ;) Anyways… I was like: COLD LUKEWARM WARMER WARMER OMGGGG! Yes, you are the closest person YET… yes, yet. Oh, and NO. You didn't put too much thought in that. I tried dropping as many hints as possible XD Every single sentence has a secret behind it… mwuahahahahahaha :D
Fprmr1 – Ohhhh! I know you! I read most of your storiesss! :) Yay! Someone I know reviewed my story *random happy dance across my room* Okie! I'll tell you : **************
*****************************(I'm not swearing, I swear… I only peacefully swear in my head XD) Happy now? You know the major plot twist ;)
Apheleia – Apheleia ! (or should I call you Silver from now on? I should… I can't even pronounce Apheleia XD don't get offended… alright? Ok. ) Nice to talk to you again! My Fanfiction account is messed… Does it happen to you? Anyways… now, *drum roll* the thing I was going to tell you was *duh duh duh duhhhhhh* your profile picture is so PRETTTTTTTYYYY :) oh… and I like water but I can't swim. Oh… and I'm actually Chinese… and Mandarin is my first language… Kind of sad, right? And yeah… thank you for helping me to improve my awesome story! Extra Jumbo-Triple-Chocolate-Brownies-With-Chocolate-Chips for you :D
Thalanthus – Okie Thalanthus, I'll stop changing them too much :) I have to agree… it's too confusing :D Anyways…. Ummm… Yeah… Ok… Euhhhhh… ByE!
May: LunaTheMagicHoneyB! (Woahh that was long) Go on with the story! I can't wait to kick Drew's butt…
Me: (/-.-) Face palm. We could start faster if someone is willing to do the disclaimer…
May: Okie Dokie! Everyone! Luna,well, I call her Luna because XiangYi is wayyy to hard to pronounce!
Me: MAY!
Drew: Shame on you, airhead! Luna is going to start torturing you now!
Me: You, yes you, the Wannabe-Awesome… YOU. ARE. WRONG. You know I prefer May much better XD
Drew: Luna does not own Pokemon, or May would have started World War 97 105 371 391 by now.
Me: I think she already did.
May: *pouts* Now, no more useless blabbering, on with the story!
Misty's POV
"Lunch breaks are awesome! Cafeterias are awesome! Their Jumbo-Triple-Chocolate-Brownies-With-Chocolate-Chips are awesome! Even their Disgusting-Purple-ish-Berry-Juice is awesome!" I sang, skipping around the Rosella High School's crowded cafeteria. It's a miracle I didn't kill anyone by bumping into them yet.
"Misty… you are kinda creeping me out," Dawn pointed out, her eyes as wide as saucers.
I arched an eyebrow, which made everyone giggle, and demanded, "How come? I'm just really happy to not to be stuck with a bunch of strangers anymore!"
"So… I'm not a stranger?" Leaf asked. "I am actually a green chocolate-loving alien, if you didn't notice before," she added with a big Cheshire cat-like grin.
"And I'm in fact a red walking, talking and eating pineapple completely immune to flirting," May said. "By the way, guys, we should stop using…" she glanced around, just to make sure no "stranger" was listening to her. Just because we are not paranoid didn't mean they're not out to get us. "…colors," May finished.
True, this is a world where our past and history are unknown to us, a place where everything is in an enclosed space, where life is only in black, white and fifty shades of grey. It's a world where absolutely everything is controlled. It's a world where everything you see is plain and normal, and all you hear are the more-or-less similar voices of everyone. Sometimes, the quietness is unsupportable, and all you want is to hear the mystical birds' chirp, the so-called annoying mosquito buzzing and the irregular taps on the window by raindrops... Of course, none of these things I mentioned exist. Everyone knows they once existed long long long ago.
Ever since the Similitude, all these casual things, now known as myths, disappeared. All of this is because of the Authority. Rain sometimes ruined their agricultures, so the Authority took it away... Along with a wonderful but harmful thing once called "Winter" and "Snow". With that, Christmas disappeared, and so did Easter, New Year, Hanukah and Valentine's Day. Then, they judged colors and sounds useless too, so, to be able to keep a balanced Similitude, they simply also took those things away.
But Similitude doesn't always work perfectly and we are somehow categorized as... Glitches in the system.
"Yup!" Dawn agreed cheerfully while we all looked at her, dumbfounded.
"What's wrong?" she continued, an innocent look plastered on her face.
Leaf looked around, afraid that someone might hear her, and said, "Colors are a very serious matter, the Authority sends Abnormalities to a Ceremony of Relegation."
"Would you really want to be sent away from all of us? Sent into the unknown, in another Civilisation?" May added, making sure that Dawn understands the dangers of living secretly as malfunction.
Unfortunately, Rudy and Brendan, who were sitting at the next table turned around and glanced at us strangely... Dammit.
"Did you do anything naughty, my little Maybelle? Do you want us to talk about it?" Brendan said in a caring tone.
"Or did you, Mist?" Rudy added, flashing me a smile, his teeth shade 1, so pale that he could act in toothpaste commercials.
It was so obvious that both of them had a somewhat interest on May and me. Last resort left to make them go away. Don't hate me, Rudy, it would have been nice dating you...
"What?" I asked innocently. Then jokingly whacking on Rudy's nice shade 36 hair with my mallet, I added, "Were you guys maybe thinking that we possibly, probably, might be crazy? You weren't? Good... NOW GET AWAY FROM OUR PINK UNICORN!"
Crap.
Leaf's POV
Darn.
I have to think of something...
Quickly!
Why does my awesome thing in my head, the one some call it Grey Matter, the one that I call Brain starts malfunctioning now!
We are doomed...
These are the first signs of the apocalypse approaching!
What does "Apocalypse" mean anyways?
"Misty! It's get-away-from-Pink-our-unicorn. This is why you didn't get into AP Advanced English Literacy and Language Arts!" May suddenly said, snapping me away from my mini-panic-attack.
I looked at her, dumbfounded. Since when was she so witty? Back in grade 7, when I jokingly asked her about the whereabouts of her brain, all she replied was a simple and confused "huh?"
Unfortunately again, other people butted in, to our once very peaceful table. By other people, I meant Gary and Ash, who quickly befriended with Drew and Paul.
"Who's the green dude?" Misty subtly whispered to May.
"Oh, Grasshead?" May smirked as she stood up from the pale shade 2 cafeteria bench. She continued, "Misty, this is Grasshead. Grasshead, say hello to Misty Waterflower. Now now, children, please don't bite each other's head off!" she presented, giggling at her own little pun.
I kicked her under the table, making her immediately sit down, then, I gave her a stop-calling-him-grasshead-he-can't-see-colors-and-you-will-sooner-or-later-get-us-into-trouble look. And on cue…
"Grasshead? Where is your brain, May?" Drew asked arrogantly, arching a eyebrow.
"Oh, my brain is in a much better use than yours, my dear Grasshead," May playfully said. I guess she didn't get my stop-calling-him-grasshead look. Seriously, only Dawn, Misty, she and I can see colours, what don't you get? How are you going to get us out of this one, May?
"Actually," she continued, "If I ever needed a brain transplant, I'd want your brain; it has never been used."
"Oh, but, dear December, you still didn't answer my question," Drew smirked and flipped his hair. "Such a short attention span, no wonder you'll probably need a brain transplant. Plus, my brain is just so sexy, sexier than any other brain on earth. Who wouldn't want it?"
I was having one of my numerous famous mental debates… To answer or not to answer? That is the question. If May answered, she would be reacting to the name December, which would cause a lot of teasing and mocking further on…
Ahh… the arrogance everywhere! I can feel World War 256 start. But seriously, how many World Wars have we had anyways?
Anyways, back to the question… Wow, I go off topic fast, do I need a brain transplant too? That would be horrific. Back to the question, should she? If she just ignored him, she would be admitting that his brain is sexy. How does that even make sense?
I wasn't even halfway done when I realized the sudden quietness at our table… Peace again?
"January, earth to Janua-" Drew suddenly stopped talking, dumbfounded, his eyes as wide as saucers. It all seemed to happen in slow motion.
May slapped his wavering hand in front her face away, making his own hand land on his nose, possibly breaking some cartilage. She turned to him and flashed a bright smile, "I apologize, I am not acquainted with any January or December. However, I do know someone called April."
Strangely, the Grasshead's eyes doubled its size, not that it was possible, and all the color from his face drained away, down into the sink.
Ash was clapping, and Dawn and Misty were both cheering, ruining the utter quietness. May, she just simply walked away back to the stands selling JTCBCC, also known as a Jumbo-Triple-Chocolate-Brownies-With-Chocolate-Chips. Gary was whistling and moments after, I swear, I saw a shadow of a small smile on Paul's expressionless face.
And I, Leaf, was just sitting here, amazed at how people change easily.
Snap out of this Leaf Green! Mental face palm…
"Why did you just slap yourself, Leaf?" Dawn asked.
"Huh? I did?"
Note to self: Stop mentally face palming myself.
Drew's POV
April…
April…
April…
Her name seems to echo in my head, amplifying in sound, louder… louder…
How does she know about April?
Does May know about April?
She surely mustn't be talking about the same April… that April.
The nightmare of my life.
Hiya again, guys! How was the story? Good? Bad? Terrific? (in a good or bad way?)
What's wrong with the name April? What dark past is Drew hiding? Drew… *turns to him* SPIT. IT. OUT.
As the story advances... time advance… so I shall soon simply skip into the Ceremony, the best time in December, the time where all the drama starts… Stay tuned *Evil grin*
Review please! Extra Jumbo-Triple-Chocolate-Brownies-With-Chocolate-Chips for you :D