Warrior: Xenomorph Transformation

Chapter 2: First Day


The rest of the night was silence. My brothers were asleep, scheming new ways to make my life hell. My dog, Boco, was running in her sleep, probably chasing some small animal of some sort, or me. I was curled up on the bed with her, tail around her, keeping her safe from potential harm. My chest rose and declined as I breathed, dreaming of strange things, xenos, xenos, xenos, and more xenos and strange things. I was currently relating this event of me becoming a Xenomorph through Tristan's own TF story, Praetorian. It was a déjà vu moment as I was piecing together the events in my mind. I was in perfect bliss.
As everything was quiet and calm, a creak was heard by my dog. My brother, Ian had woken up and decided to troll me with his usual wake up routine of smacking a frying pan near my head. You would've thought that he would've learned better, but no; he had decided to wake a sleeping Xenomorph that knows how to troll him back. Boco awoke to the sound and ran out of the room, tail in between her legs, knowing what was to come. Boco, though a dog, sure knew how to act when and where.
"Arthur looks so cute when he's asleep," Ian said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. I heard him, but I thought it was part of my dream. "Time to wake up," he quoted from the movie AVATAR. He then took the frying pan and a drumstick and started banging them together. It broke me out of my dream and sent me scrambling up the celling. Whilst he was laughing his head off, I was panting in mortal terror. When I finally looked down and saw his smug face, I was filled with annoyance.
"You mad bro?" he asked in a singsong tone. I had just about had it to my limit with him waking me up. I either woke up because of mom or on my own time. After he left the room, I climbed down from the ceiling and looked at Boco who'd come back in to join me.
"Why?" I asked her with my mental communication. She seemed to shrug… wait, did she shrug? She couldn't have understood me. I was thinking out loud, but I didn't think that she could actually communicate with me. I had a dream like that once; except I was human and she could actually talk. I just shrugged it off and looked in my closet for something to wear.
"What to wear, what to wear." As I looked through the closet, I was starting to get annoyed that there wasn't any clothes left that were too big for me. I knew that I would have to modify my clothes before school started up again, but I thought that I would at least be able to fit into the clothes I had with only minor modification. Unfortunately, I had grown more than I thought and I would have to actually get a personal modification.
"Dag Gamut!" I thought angrily. "I'm going to have to get mom to actually make me clothes to fit." Just then, my sense of smell went crazy with the smell of… BACON! Bacon was my life; if it was cooked, I didn't care; if it was microwaved, I didn't care; if it was on the ground, I DIDN'T CARE! But this time, my sense of smell had increased beyond that of human standards. The bacon smelled as though I had gone to heaven and ate the food of the sin of Gluttony. Ironic isn't it? As I ran downstairs, the smell was making me salivate beyond my original comprehension. With a final jump down the stairs, I saw the bacon on the table, just waiting for me to take it. I looked around to make sure that Ian or Tom weren't around to troll me again and looked at the kitchen. Mom hadn't heard me come down for the sweet smell of bacon and was washing dishes. I looked back to the bacon and saw Boco begging for the sweet pork.
"Oh no you don't!" I snarled mentally. Looking back to mom, I charged for the best breakfast food in the world. Boco yelped as she saw the determined look on my maw and scrambled under the table. I stopped right at the table and picked up a piece of bacon, looking at it with hungry non-existent eyes. As I was going to bring it up to try and eat it, the dog came back from under the table, jumped, and snatched the bacon from my clawed hands. I was surprised, angry, and intrigued at what Boco had just done.
"GET BACK HERE DOG!" I yelled mentally, snarling physically and startling my mother. She looked to see a 15 year old Xenomorph chasing a 9-10 year old dog with bacon in her mouth. There was only one person she knew that would be that desperate for bacon and that was me.
"Well, I see that you're content chasing Boco for your food. You know there's more bacon right?" I looked at her in disbelief. There was a plate with one slice and she knew that I would want some so she made more? She usually makes only one batch, then again, I am now a Xenomorph and I have a larger amount of room in my stomach.
"BACON!" I yelled mentally to her.
"Just hold on!" she retorted "Jeez, it was bad enough when you were human." At saying this, her eyes just became distant and she seemed to be looking to the future. She usually does something like that when tragedy struck. I went up to her and snapped her out of it by tapping her on the shoulder with the flat part of my bladed tail.
"Mom, it's alright. I'm getting to live a lifelong dream since I was 7. Please, just make the bacon. I'm going to…" I looked to my recliner and looked for a way to sit in it "sit in my recliner."
"Well, before you go, you know that I will always love you; no matter what you look like right?" I knew that she did. Like all moms, she couldn't help but blame herself for what I accidentally did and had done.
"Mom, it isn't your fault and I know that you're going to love me, no matter what."
"You go sit in your lazy boy and I'll get your food lazy Xeno." At this I laughed my mind off. I could obviously see that she was making a pun not only about my lazy nature, but also of my lazy boy. As I was walking to the recliner, hope in my mental eyes that I could still sit in it.
"Now how am I going to do this?" I asked myself, keeping my thoughts to myself. As I looked at the chair, I realized that I could just sit like normal, despite digit grade legs, with my tail going down past my legs, which would be a hazard or up and have it pointing up idiotically. I decided to go with the less hazardous option; hey, you can't sit knowing that people could trip over your tail, not only hurting me, but the person who tripped. As I settled into my lazy boy, my brothers had finally decided to show themselves, ruining my chance at total peace and quiet, except the T.V. I looked Ian with my long, rigid skull and snarled.
"Arthur! That better not be you snarling at my kids!" Mom yelled from the kitchen. I snorted; annoyed that Ian had trolled me and didn't get to pay for the consequences. I knew that I'd get back at him, but it had to be either when mom was out, or when they were all asleep. Thankfully, he just shrugged and sat in his itty bitty recliner. They had gotten recliners of their own last year for Christmas and used them for other purposes besides sitting; including T.V. trays, stuff holders, and other forms of tables and shelves.
After a bit of waiting for my food, I was called to the kitchen to retrieve it, bring it back into my recliner, and eat it. My breakfast consisted mainly of bacon, four waffles, and a glass of milk. I picked up the bacon with my now clawed hand and smelled. I could tell that mom had cooked it to perfection, as she always did. She had a habit to cook bacon with personal ingredients, making it perfect. I had a little trouble trying to eat the bacon and just jabbed it with my new tongue and swallowed. The taste seemed sweeter than before; most likely due my new carnivorous tastes. When I took a bite of the waffle however, the taste was awful. I chocked and spat out the pieces of the bite I had taken from the waffle. Whilst I was chocking and coughing up the pieces, Ian and Tom were laughing their brains out.
"Arthur! Say it don't spray it!" Mom had said and started coming over to scold me.
"*gack* *cough* the waffle *choke* it tastes awful. Mom took the second waffle and took a bite.
"Seems fine to me. Why does it… oh!" Realization had finally hit her like the rock to Gollum's head in Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. "Well, you're going to have to deal with eating meat for the rest of god knows how long," she said. My mind screamed in agony. I wasn't the one to eat much meat, aside from burgers, steak, and bacon.

After finishing my bacon, I decided to go upstairs and play a bit of ALIENS: COLONIAL MARINES to keep myself busy. After 2 hours of playing, I came back down to ask mom about the clothing issue. After several minutes of searching, I found her outside the porch, shoveling snow out of the driveway.
"Hey mom," I mentally called. This startled her as I did not need to open the door to talk to her.
"Hey Arthur, what is it sweetie?"
"Listen, none of my clothes fit, obviously, and I was wondering if you could remake 'em to fit me. I don't care how it's done, but I want it done before school starts. I don't want to go around school as naked as the day I was born and I doubt that if anyone else was in the same situation as I was, then they would want to as well. And before you ask, it's a dignity issue." She thought over what I said and quickly went inside to start working on my clothes. I knew I was in the clear, but what I didn't know was that Ian had told Tom to troll me in a way that I thought was cliché, painful, and somewhat of a déjà vu moment for me. Whilst I was up in my room playing my video games, Tom came in undetected by my new senses and kept himself from giggling like a madman. Tom may have been three and Ian five, but they were good at keeping their composure when pulling pranks and tricks on me. What happened next felt like getting an atomic wedgie, except much worse. Tom grabbed my tail and started dragging me to the shower whilst Ian hopped onto the toilet and helped Tom pull me up and tie my tail to the curtain holder. I was in incredible pain and I was fighting to screech at the top of my lungs. For a five and three year old, they could tie a knot
"MOM! GET UP HERE! I'M IN INTOLLERABLE PAIN!" I screamed mentally. Not a moment sooner than I could've said bacon, mom was upstairs untying my tail from the shower curtain holder.
"IAN, TOM GET UP HERE NOW!" Mom was furious, more furious than she usually is at the boys when they put me into pain. They came upstairs laughing their heads off, looking like the smug demons they truly were. "Why?!" she asked and yelled. "Why did you do this!?" she screamed. Ian came forward to speak.
"We thought it would be funny," he pleaded, hoping not only to escape mom's punishment, but my wrath.
"Well, that wasn't funny to Arthur now was it? How you would like it if you had a new tail and Arthur hung you by it on the shower curtain pole?" mom asked gravely.
"It would hurt," he replied bluntly.
"I want you to apologize to your brother and stay in your room for a while and think about what you've done!" she ordered. Ian said his apologies and stomped off to his room.
"Tommy?" Tom started to run before mom grabbed him. "Did you want to do this or did Ian tell you to?" Tom didn't answer and was sent to his room as well. Ian and Tom shared a room and schemed in it. I didn't care if that was their punishment; I would have my revenge if it was the last thing I did. As I went back to my room, I made sure that it was locked, Boco was inside, and looked for those secret hiding places that those two mighty midget munchkins had. After knowing it was safe, I sat in my gaming chair and accidentally knocked a small rubber dragon off of its perch. When it landed in my lap, I just realized that I had completely forgot about Emerald.
"I was wondering where you went!" I scolded the piece of rubber. Emerald was nothing more than a bracelet to most, but to others and me, he was alive and influenced most of my decisions; trolling me in the process. He resembled a Night Furry from DreamWorks' "How to Train your Dragon" (a great film by the way), but had black and green armor all over his back. Emerald rarely, if at all, left my neck, but with the size and texture of my new neck, I wasn't sure if he'd be able to fit.
"What am I going to do?" I thought for a moment and a light bulb came up in my head. I knew it was going to be a pain, but I knew that I could get him on. After several minutes of struggling with the rubber dragon, I finally got him on my neck. He felt cuddly and cozy in my eyes and I knew that he was going to troll me sometime, but I didn't care. Emerald and I had a somewhat short yet long history together as we've been together for one year. I bought him for forty bucks (I think it's too high of a price, but who doesn't love a rubber dragon around their neck) and we have been the best of friends and worst of enemies ever since. I looked at my other items that went around my neck. A pendant of a snake and a snake necklace. I knew that these would be a pain as well and I decided to just try and get them onto my neck. After another few minutes of struggling, I had managed to get them onto my neck and keep them there. It looked odd to see a warrior Xenomorph wearing things around his neck, but hey, that's me!

As day turned to night, I tried to find something to do to pass by the time as I awaited my modified jeans and sweater. It was a plain grey and white sweater with a fur lining inside of it to keep me warm. I didn't see what good it would do me anymore now that my body was more adaptable to my surroundings; perhaps I just saw style in them that others didn't. I tried tinkering with inventions I had made (which are usually too over complicated to do their exact purpose), playing video games, watching T.V. and going onto DeviantART. I had a bit more luck in entertaining myself on DeviantART as most of my friends were on and I had chats with them about stuff. I left out Xenomorph Transformation as I didn't want to alarm them, but hey, they would think it as role-play and other things like that. It was until Tristan decided to show that I got giddy with excitement. Tristan and I met only on DeviantART after I left a comment about god-knows-what on his page; probably something about his Xenomorph transformation fan fiction, Praetorian, of which I had grown fond of. After which, we became really good friends. After which, we developed a club dedicated to Xenomorph transformations.
"Hey Nag :rofl: Where've you been? You've been off DA all day," came the message. We chatted through sending notes, not that we had anything to hide, it just made things easier and didn't clog up our message boxes.
"I've been home. It's Spring Break here in Colorado :trollface:" I quickly typed back. After several minutes of waiting, I finally got the reply.
"Aw man! You get Spring Break early. Mine's in a few weeks :(" I laughed mentally at this and quickly typed another reply.
"Sorry bud. Listen, I've got exciting news and it is somewhat déjà vu XD"
"What? Tell me! :eager:" I could've just told him right then and there, but I decided to be the troll I usually was and make him guess.
":trollface: Guess."
After a longer wait than it usually took (Tristan doesn't have a computer, but he does have an I-Pod) I finally received the reply
"Your brothers finally tore your bedroom door off its hinges?" I fell onto the floor laughing until my sides hurt. Although they almost did in the past, I doubt that mom would take it too well.
":rofl::rofl::lmao::lmao: No, although they will have new ways to torture me now."
"Then what? *eager**eager*" he asked. I had to find some way to prolong the inevitable longer.
"Let's just say I've taken a NEW PERCEPTION on life. :trollface:"
"That ought to prolong it for longer," I mentally smirked.
":confused:" was the reply and I decided to just spoil it and be done with it.
":facepalm::excited:I'm a Xenomorph now :D! No joke. It was déjà vu because it went extremely similar to your story. If you don't believe me, I can send you a picture," was the long and spoiling reply. After ten minutes of waiting, he decided to send the reply.
"Wait a minute! :amazed: You too?! What happened? Did you find a rock?" This message took me aback, but I started replying.
"Yes, a rock that looked like…" I stopped right there, how'd he know about the rock? "Wait a minute :confused:" was the reply to his message.
"Yes? …" he asked. I had a feeling that he was confused too, but as I thought about it for a little, I just realized that it was a joke; A JOKE! He didn't believe me, like I knew he wouldn't.
"TIME TO END THIS!" I thought bitterly as I at the thought of a friend not believing me.
"Okay, okay :rofl:, nice try Tristan," came the reply to his message as I typed "but I know that you're just roleplaying with me :lol:" I actually started to smile at how he'd fooled me, but I had my doubts and the reply to the message I sent confirmed these doubts.
"No, no, no! I'm serious! My story is true. You want me to believe you? Then believe me." I was in awe, flabbergasted actually, that he was telling the truth. The entire story of Praetorian, true? I needed answers and I would get them any way possible.
"Okay; I want explanations active immediately :sherlock:!" I was confused, furious, curious, and happy all at once. These emotions started to give me a headache.
"For what? Your TF or mine?" came the reply. I thought I might want to here the explanation from someone who's been like me for longer, so I quickly typed the reply to his question.
"YOURS!"
"I have no idea! All I know is that the stone I found caused it. I don't know what the stones are made of or where they come from. Your guess is as good as mine." I was shocked, again. This time, however, it was the fact that he didn't know much about this at all. I decided to just get as many answers as I could out of him as I could and just deal with them.
"Well, I found a stone in the shape of a warrior's head," I informed, seeing if he could make a theory on what happened.
"Hmmmm. The shape of the stone must be affiliated with the transformation it causes."
I thought over it for a moment and decided that it was the most likely theory that we could come up with.
"Interesting theory, or more or less fact :laughing:. I turned into a warrior Xeno and the rock was in the shape of a warrior. Yours was in the shape of a praetorian. Anything else?" I asked hopefully.
"No. But how's your life going? Is your family accepting you for who you are?" came the response.
"My step dad doesn't trust me in the slightest, I can only eat meat, and I just turned yesterday. Other than that, everything's just fine."
"Give it time, your step-dad will come around. As for only being able to eat meat, you can eat other things. Xenomorphs have the natural ability to adapt to things. The more you eat other foods, the quicker your taste buds will adjust. But I warn you, it's gonna be revolting." Once again, shock came and took hold. In my desperation to know what happened and how it happened, I had forgotten that little piece of advice. I could eat Italian food again, albeit revolting for an indefinite amount of time, but still, I could eat other things other than just meat! I was happy enough to jump up and down in joy, but that might just give my brothers ideas on horrible things to do to me.
"I already figured that out with a waffle this morning *cringes in disgust*."
"As in, DROWN THAT WAFFLE WITH SYRUP! :evillaugh:" I always liked Tristan's sense of humor, but I couldn't resist in DROWNING AN INOCENT WAFFLE IN SYRUP; it was just too good of an offer to pass up.
"Ah... that explains it. Any other advice?"
"Not really, I haven't been a Praetorian very long myself. I hope things work out for you. Bye, my cat Meyers wants to go outside, and I could go for a walk myself. Talk to you later." I just sat there, waiting for something to happen. My now elongated brain throbbing with the information I had just been given. I wasn't alone, nor would I be, in this world, and I bet there were more like Tristan and myself, just hidden.
"I'm not alone," repeated in my mind like a broken record. I had forgotten to keep those thoughts to myself and mom walked in to see me.
"Of course you're not. I'm here for you, so are your brothers, your dog, and your friends."
"No, I mean, I'm not the only one. You know Tristan, right? From DeviantART?" She mangled her brain over the question and nodded in response
"Well, his TF story is quite real. He became a Praetorian the same way I did. He found a stone and it changed him, albeit it burned into his chest, I only splintered myself with a fragment by accident, but still, I'm not the only Xenomorph on Earth!"
"Well, I came up to check on you and show you a surprise," she said excitedly. "Come on, and don't peak. I'll know."
I grabbed her hand so she could show me the way and I followed. She took me downstairs to show me whatever this surprise was. Was it the entire ALIEN collection? My question was soon answered as we came to a stop, she let go of my clawed hand and I heard movement.
"Okay sweetie, open your… eye." I let my vision return and there, in her hands, were my new clothes. It was a hoodie and jeans. My hoodie was a DC hoodie (not DC Universe like Batman, but the company) that was just right for my size. She had taken measurements on me today before my talk with Tristan, but I didn't think that she'd modify clothes I already had! The hoodie was now twice the size and stretched to fit. The hood fit snuggly on my elongated head and seemed to bring out my trinkets that I now had adorned to my neck, including Emerald (he is not a trinket, he's a friend, adviser, and someone I talk to when I feel down!). There were four, no, five holes in the back of it for my back spines (four spines and one really weird vertebrae that I have no idea to its use… yet). As for the jeans, they looked like normal jeans, but had a hole with a fabric that wouldn't rip or tear when the blade of my tail brushed against it. They were perfect, not only could I go back to society, but I wouldn't have to lose my dignity. However, what struck me as brilliant was my mom's handy work on the embroidered design of a Xenomorph on the front of my coat and the custom made buttons for my coat and pants. Did she go out when I was looking for something to do today and didn't tell me; I'll never know.
"Well, go ahead," mom said. I caught on and began putting on the new clothes. They fit perfectly and made me seem somewhat more human. Now with pants and my coat, I wouldn't have to worry about pockets anymore. What also caught my eye was that there were more; MORE! She was modifying all of my clothes to fit and she was already doing an excellent job. Mom never really sewed and spent more time outside than in (as she has more outside hobbies than inside, like me). Seeing all of this sewing equipment told me that mom at least did sew and I could actually get a good look at the designs and embroidering.
"Thanks mom, it fits perfectly." She smiled and gave me a hug.
"I'm glad that you're still you," she was somewhat upset and I began comforting her, purring to show that I was fine and that nothing was going to happen. We stayed that way for a while, hugging each other out. Then, I felt something, a feeling on the back of my neck that would make any hair on it stand on end. I looked outside and found the cause of it, Cody's truck. Cody, my stepdad, worked as a construction worker and did a great job at it. I didn't doubt that he was in a bad mood as I somewhat could see the angry pheromones seeping off of him as he stomped from his car to the door of the house. Boco knew this as well and hid under the table whilst I went right back upstairs to avoid him. His voice was booming and I knew that he and mom were having an argument again.
"Why is there a god da…" he stopped himself before he dropped another obscenity that he usually had pouring from his mouth. He was addicted to tobacco chew and the spittle cans and bottles, plus the odor of tobacco in the air really didn't help signify that he wasn't anything more than a construction worker. "darned mess every day I come home. And where's the freaking remote?" He spoke in an irritated tone. Something told me that I was going to have a rough night.
"It's on the kitchen counter Cody." Apparently, mom was holding back her irritation with Cody as he was being more immature than Ian, in my visual perspective and probably in my mom's as well.
"Well, why isn't it where it's supposed to be, on the coffee table next to my recliner?"
"Well, I don't know! Maybe the kids wanted to watch T.V. today too!" Cody had a nasty habit of placing down his foot and making his attitude say "All that is here is mine!"
"Come on Kimberly, why are you sounding so irritated? Was it one of the kids or Arthur?" he spat my name out as if it was garbage, and I decided to listen more as I was intrigued at where this would turn.
"I sound this way because of the way you're acting. You're acting like a five-year old."
"Please, don't call me that." Cody also always expected to be treated with love and respect when he didn't give us much. When he was in a bad mood though, mom and I usually left the house for a drive or to a friend's house to get our minds off of Cody.
"Why, because it's true?"
"It isn't true, and where are the kids?"
"Ian and Tom are upstairs in their room as punishment," she replied bluntly.
"What for?"
Mom sighed before starting on the events that took place today. I heard a couple of grunts from Cody, but I thought it was in agreement for the kid's punishment. Oh how wrong I was.
"Well, whatever that freak did, he deserved it!" This comment was followed by a long silence and I brought my head up in insult. He called me a freak based upon my looks! I knew that he didn't like what had happened last night, but that was no reason to call his own stepchild a freak.
I looked back down and saw their pheromones outlining their bodies. Apparently, mom was bewildered and angry as she started yelling.
"Why is he a freak Cody?! Is it the way he now looks?!" Cody shrugged in response, earning an already angry mother to make a wild gesture with her arms.
"You saw what happened last night, you came and hugged him when it was over! Are you embarrassed to call him your stepson now?! Are you just that much of a 3-year old now?!"
"SHUT UP!" Cody yelled. "JUST SHUT…" but he never finished as mom slapped him and began to retort.
"Cody, I think you should leave. I no longer find my kids safe around you right now…"
"Babe, I'm sorry, I don't know what…" she held up her hand and I could see, judging by her pheromones, that she was very upset.
"Don't say I'm sorry," she said grudgingly don't say that you didn't know what came over you, because you do know. You should leave now! Get out of my house and don't come back until you're sorted out!" Cody was about to retort, but before he had a chance to speak, mom told him to make his own dinner and came upstairs to see me. I made it so that I looked like I was on my laptop, dog at my side on the bed.
"Arthur, can I speak with you for a second?" her voice was cracking and I knew why.
"What about?" I asked in a confused voice. I knew that my impressions wouldn't let me down, even in my mind.
"Listen, Cody's going… away for a while," she chocked on the last bit, but swallowed the guilt back down. "How do you feel about that?" I, overall, was somewhat relieved, glad, and sad. Sure, he may be prejudiced against me at the moment, but he was my stepdad, and nothing was going to change that; so I decided to speak with a monotonous tone, as I always had done (even as a human being) when my emotions conflicted with each other, in my mental voice
"I'm not that concerned. I could see and hear you guys arguing downstairs." At this, she chocked up again and began tearing up.
"Oh, Arthur; I'm so sorry you had to hear that."
"And I'm sorry I had to listen. Cody's nothing but trouble at the moment. He's got to stop living in the past and start thinking of how glorious this new body will be in the future. I mean, look at me, I no longer have flat feet (it means I run at a slow pace and if I run too much, I start stretching skin and muscle)." At the fact that I could run again, I gave mom a hug, told her goodnight, and left her to her business.

As the night wore on, I thought more and more about what Cody had said. What he said, was the most horrific obscenity that I had ever heard leave that tobacco chewing mouth of his. I was angry with him for denying something that I had dreamed of since fourth grade. He may be a good man with a good heart, but I understood that he didn't understand. He must be thinking that he is living with something that "will" tear him apart, not something that "can" tear him apart, limb by limb. Then there was still the issue of my real dad, Tim Jackson. When I was five, maybe six years old, my mom and dad divorced, each meeting with a different person to call a husband, or in dad's case, a wife. Although I spent seven-eight very long, strenuous years there, I couldn't help but feel very stressed, all of the time, due to my stepmother, Juana, harassing my mental state and making me feel guilty all of the time. She also told lies about my mom and that was the final straw. Dad was apparently oblivious to my emotional torture and I couldn't take it anymore. The next day, I left, never to come back, unless it was to see them for a day. I couldn't take an entire week of being at their house and I never would again. Although we still continue to meet, I doubt that I will ever live there again.
"What's dad going to think?" I asked myself. "He has the personality of a brick wall, but seeing something that's supposed to be fictional that was once your human son, now your fictional creature son, I suppose his mental walls will break down and he'll take my mom back to court." I had to get a new I.D. for school too, and he still had access to my school, grades, and everything that involved my wellbeing. I shuddered at the thought though, of me being in a court room with my dad, who was more successful than my mom. Sure, we had a big house now, but it wasn't anything real fancy, just a standard two story house with three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It was a nice place, but I knew that if dad did win the court case, then I wouldn't be able to see my mom again.
"Well, I'll find out tomorrow," I thought to myself as I shut down my Xbox, took off my clothes, and brought my laptop to my bed, of which I curled up into and started browsing DeviantART again. It would be a while before I could go outside again, but I knew that wouldn't be a problem; I never went outside much anyways. As I put my laptop on its stand, I started to drift off to the world of dreams. I wondered what tomorrow would bring and how I would deal with it. If I had friends coming over tomorrow, than I wouldn't be able to actually hang out with them, unless they, of course, could keep a secret. Without Cody at the house telling everyone to quiet down and stop horsing around, we could be free to do the things that we wanted. But first, how to break it to them.
"Night Boco." At this, she seemed to perk up and then go right back to sleep. As she went to sleep, I fell asleep as well, thinking of friends and family.