I did say i would start our story when Vincent and I became friends didn't I?
Okay then im true to my word. Vincent and I didn't officially become friends until we were about eight years old i think. Yes thats about right. But we did hang out a lot being no one else wanted to be near us we were often a pair forced together. The worst teacher I had actully called us "The Halloween Duo Ghost and Vampire" Anyway topic... VIncent was really my neighbor since we were three, a fact i didn't learn till we were six and i was walking when I saw Vincent sitting on the large stone wall in front of his house. The adorable childrens conversation went something like
Me: Hey I know you your Vincent Valentine!
(his eyes widened in surprise probably because someone just called him by his name.)
Vincent: Uh yeah... your name is Twil right?
(I most likely wasn't shocked people hadn't started calling me ghost yet)
Me:Yeah. Hey whachya doing in this end of town anyway vinnie?
Vincent: I moved here a few years ago and please can you just call me Vincent...
Thats actully also the reason why I always call him Vincent no vinnie,vin,or vince. It was a simple request so it's easy to carry out. People started calling me Ghost exactly one year later because of a stupidly ironic situation. That year our teacher had complained that her room was to small so the school board switched our class to an old room that no class used that honestly i don't think had been cleaned in years with dust flying EVERYWHERE no one wanted to go in the place freaked them out so I was the first in closely followed by Vincent because he didn't want to be left with the rest of the class who consisted entirly of his bullys and me who was the only one to ever talk to him without moking him. The room was dark so I went to the window and opened the blinds letting light flush in to the dim room.
I plopped down in a desk and my stomach groaned I had skipped breakfast to get to school on time. Leave it to me to forget to set my alarm clock.
"OOOOOoooooo..." I moaned "WOW TWIL YOU SOUND LIKE A GHOST!" One girl shouted "She looks like one too! SHES AS PALE AS ONE ANYWAY" A boy shouted "so your the ghost who haunts the school hallways"The same girl as before said "what?" I asked Then they started chanting " GHOST GHOST GHOST"
The teacher finally settled everyone down but whoever passed by me muttered something like "Hows it going Ghost" or "Who ya gonna call" I'll admit that last one didn't bother me it was actully preety funny.
I was grateful that year we sat in desk pairs of two. I was with the one person who understood how hurtful the names were. I was by the side of Vincent Valentine that year. And I didn't mind at all.
Over the years people just got plain mean with the names even a teacher dared to join the rude children. The very reason Vincent became my friend, he stood up for me that year when no one else would.
The teacher just so happened to be the girl who took the task of having everyone call me Ghosts MOTHER! No teacher had ever called me Ghost before and I didn't think one ever would, then again I was eight years old, and to ambitious. Remember that teacher i mentioned earlier? Yeah this was her. She pulled out her attendence sheet, the last names were put in alphabetical order. My last name was Prima so i was near the end of the middle of the sheet Vincent was the last on the list this year "Valentine" He usaully was one of the last. I waited patiently for my name. My last name was never called being I was the only one with the name Twil in the entire school. Then she got to my name i waited and she said "Ghost are you here today?"
The room exploded with laughter in my expense I thought i would have fallen out of my chair in shock...but no someone grabbed me as I fell. A curtain of long raven black hair flashed before me and i was up again. My gaze immediatly went to Vincent who glared at the teacher with such ferocity i was actully scared of him i couldn't for the life of me figure out why.
He said in almost a hiss "Her name is Twil!" The room fell scilent and all eyes were on Vincent Valentine my future best friend.
"MR VALENTINE SIT DOWN! The teacher said in an irrated voice.
"NOT UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZE TO HER!" He sharply replied.
I felt something on my face. I was crying...I wasn't sure why... Was it because of what the teacher had said, or that i felt guilty with Vincent possibly getting in trouble defending me for some reason? Why was he even defending me? Thoughts raced through my mind. I was snapped back into reality when i felt Vincents hand on my shoulder as he sat back down next to me, i looked at him curisouly he looked back at me triumphintly it was one of the few times when he showed emotion not just that but joy. He was never happy it was the kind of thing you felt sad about. Not seeing someone like Vincent with such a bright smile even crack a grin.
The teacher wouldn't look at me when she said it but she definently said "I'm sorry twil"
I looked at Vincent with a " What the hell just happened?" look on my face. He looked me dead in the eye and grinned ( Yeah i know i don't believe it either and it was directed at me)
"ummm thats okay i guess just don't let it happen again i guess?" I say still very confused ( give me a break i was eight and crying i was to occupied to figure out what was going on!)
Later at lunch...
i sat next to Vincent i was greeted with an " Twil what are you doing here?"
What was i doing here...oh yeah it hit me square in the face. " I-I wanted to say thank you for standing up for me it was nice and ... against a teacher! You could of gotten in trouble!"
And then he said his famous quote "If someones parents gave them a name they have a right to be called that AND DAMN IT ALL THEY SHOULD BE!" Wow eight years old and he's already using a colorful vocabulary. He earned a disproving look from the older kids in the room... oh yea did i mention the 3rd graders through 8th grade share lunch. We had a fairly small school so why not it gives some kids a chance to check on their siblings. It also gives some the oppurtunity to pick on the little kids LADIES AND GENTLEMEN you are about to hear the story of how eight year old Vincent Valentine got in fight with a 6th grader and won... with some help of course.
The girl who had everyone call me Ghost her name was Scarlet, she has an older brother who everyone just calls Heidegger. And i hate to say it and be mean BUT THAT KID WAS SO ROUND YOU COULD USE HIM AS A GIANT BOWLING BALL! phwe i needed to get that out of my system... anyway he came over just as i sat down across from Vincent. He's not exactly difficult to notice being his foot making contact with the ground is louder than thunder. But I was officially out of it that day so of course i had no idea what was going on until he was a few steps away- I whipped my head around to late he picked me up by my little neck and i could have been thinking a number of things at that point but the one thought going through my head was " Damn i actully made a good sandwich! Now i can't eat it cause Heidis gonna beat me up and steal it! OH CRAP HE'S GONNA STEAL MY MUFFIN". Our conversation went something like Heighdeger: Hey Me: hey Heigh: hows it goin?
Me: oh you know just trying to get settled for lunch i skipped breakfast again Heigh: Yeah you really need to set your alarm clock and make sure it works.
Me: er.. right so whaddya want.
Heigh:Money and food so fork it over Me: come again?
Heigh: Give me the lunch money and the muffin Me"...O_o what muffin... what is this muffin you are speaking of?
Then i got chucked across the room like a ragdoll but i didn't hit a wall someone caught me again Cloud Strife other wise known (not really we didn't look a like at all) as my cousin "Hi cloud :)"i squeaked "Twil wha- how di- Weren't you just in the middle of the lunch room?" was my cousins bewildered reply "uumm yeah i was just there with- OH CRAP VINCENT!" i screamed.
I was back in the fray in time to see Vincent punch Fatso's nose only to be kicked back. He dropped to leaning on one of his knees.
"VIncent you okay!" I practicly cried "yeah im alright just got the wind knocked out of me"
I looked back to see my dear cousin kick Fatso's nose how that thing wasn't broken was a mystery.
I looked back at Vincent, where he was standing was empty, my gaze went to the fight only to see my new friend and my cousin double team Fatso and kick his ass Everyone in the room was silent then someone started clapping I think it was me but like my class had earlier Cheers of the people could be heard around the world I had walked home with Vincent that day it was the best and worst day of my life i had a friend and he wouldn't leave my side i had told my self the only way he would betray be is if he was possessed by a demon or something.
Yeah i really jinxed my self bad that day.