Aight folks, right here the story branches off to one 'bout Magnet, go search Rake, it's there. ^_^ It's real good, but has to do with drugs, sex, violence, and stuff like that. _ *by the way, I am also Rake, just a diff. name, so you don't get confoosed* I think that many people will not agree with it, but, hey, MY view, right? LoL.
Hey, sixstars, if you have any prob.s with how I'm using your char.s, just let me know and I'll do my best to fix it asap. ** Jimmy and his mom are her characters, and the house is her house **
OKay, onto the story.. No, wait, I wanna share one more thing: I finally figured out how X-Ray's name is Rex in pig latin. Haha. I had to ask my little sister, since I didn't know but she had mentioned it to me, hopefully she's right, haha. She told me the R from Rex is placed after the "ex" making "exr" and then that "ay" is always added after, so you'd get "exray" then changing it into the way you spell x-ray, you get, wala, X-Ray! Haha, I feel so smart now, lol.
NOW, onto Alan's Story Part 6! ^_^
No, ONE more thing. LoL. Thanks for ya'll who reviewed. I'm just sad I lost them. *waaah* Ah well, can only blame maself.
Finally, the story... sorry 'bout all that...
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"If I didn't have someone there,
I'm not sure I'd be able to bare
All the pain;
How am I still sane?"
Alan was cursing Magnet's name when Barf Bag woke up.
"What's going on, Squid?" he asked.
Alan kept his back on Bag. "Nothing."
"Magnet all right?"
"Sure."
"Aight." Barf Bag stumbled out of bed and ambled off to the Wreck Room.
Alan let himself fall down on his yucky cot. He looked over at Magnet, who still looked majorly sick, and gave him the finger. "Serves you right," he murmured.
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The girl was hanging around with Jimmy again. She was overjoyed she had someone to hang out with again. They were at a local fastfood resturant when a young man, dressed all in black, stepped in. He was followed by a young woman, dressed just the same as him. His face was covered by a hood, and his face couldn't be seen.
When she looked up, the girl swore. "Dammit."
"What?" asked Jimmy.
"Just some people that might need to talk with me," she answered.
The two walked over to where she was sitting and sat. The guy leaned inward towards her.
"Can your friend please leave?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
"No."
"Can he keep his mouth shut?" The man looked at Jimmy, who nodded quickly.
"We have important news," the young woman contiued.
The girl sighed. "Have I done something wrong already?"
"No," answered the woman, "but there's been a change in plans."
The girl cursed again. "What now? Can't they ever make up their minds?!"
"The boys Hector and Stanley are not to go to CGL as thought," the man said in the same low voice. "The plans have been changed for one other boy to go first. The other two will need to be prolonged for about a year or less. We're not sure yet."
The girl nodded. "Do you know how much shit this is going to cause? How am I supposed to change everything now? It's too late, isn't it?"
The woman shook her head. "No, it isn't. People have already been sent to change things, they were actually sent a day or so after you disappeared."
"What do the new plans require?"
"Hector's mother needs to disappear, some major things have to happen with the shelter there and the baseball season, plus a hell of a lot more crap that doesn't need to be mentioned," the woman said. "Everything is being taken care of, we just needed to notify you."
She nodded. "Aight, that's cool, Jessica. When will I know to act?"
The man stood up. "We'll come back and tell you."
The young man and woman quickly left.
"What was with that?" Jimmy asked about five minutes later when the two were outside and taking a walk.
"Jessica and Matt?" said the girl. "Don't worry 'bout them. Just forget it ever happened."
"You're worried about something," Jimmy said.
"I know I am!" she snapped. "Oh, geez, sorry." She ran a hand thorugh her hair. "I didn't mean to be mean like that."
"It's all right, I guess," Jimmy mumbled.
"Hey, I gotta be by myself, aight?" she said, sitting down on a bench. "I have some major thinking to do."
Jimmy nodded. "See you tomorrow?"
"I sure hope so."
She waved. He waved. Then she leaned back against the bench. "JPF," she mumbled to herself over and over, trying to think clearly. It wasn't working. "Dammit," she said, finally giving up. "At least I get a longer time frame here."
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Alan had fallen asleep and when Zigzag woke him up, the boy jumped.
"Oh, Zig, it's just you..." he said, surprised.
"You're late," Zig said.
Alan didn't care. What did it matter, anyway. For some reason, he had forgotten about Magnet.
"You were there when I needed help
And you didn't just think about yourself.
But is this working out?
This question I could simply shout."
Alan dug as quickly as he could.
Damn sun. Damn dirt. Damn dust. Damn boys. Damn life. Damn sky. Damn sweat. Damn shovel. Damn handle. Damn horizon. Damn truck. Damn Mr. Sir. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. Damn everything but the water. Ah, the sweet life giving water. But, did Alan really want to keep living? He didn't know.
Then, several hours after having fallen asleep, he remembered Magnet.
"Holy, shit, Magnet!" he yelled, looking up from digging his hole.
Everyone else looked up too, including Magnet.
"What?"
He looked normal.
Alan squinted at him.
"Are you all right, man?" Magnet asked.
"Are you?" answered Alan.
"Yeah," Magnet said.
He sounded all right. He didn't look sick. But, something seemed a little messed up.
"What happened last night?" asked Alan.
Magnet swallowed. "What do you mean?"
"What happened?" Alan demanded.
"I can't remember," Magnet said in a low, sadish voice, and starting digging his hole again.
Later, Alan drew Magnet aside.
"Really, you can't remember."
Magnet nodded.
"Nothing? Not even the snake?"
"The snake, the bite, you helping me, then, nothing." Magnet was shivering slightly.
"Pendanski was injecting you with something," Alan said. "Then you suddenly woke up after I had been trying for at least a few hours or something, looked at me, and said something about drugs."
DRUGS. That's D, R, U, G, S. Drugs.
Magnet slumped down into the understuffed couch. "I remember now." He looked sick again. "I remember all of it."
"You all right?" asked Alan.
"No-no I'm not," he mumbled. "I just-I just had problems with my life before, aight?"
Alan nodded. "Didn't all of us?"
"I bet mine was the worst."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I can't share it. My life doesn't fit well into words."
Alan nodded. "Aight. I'll just leave you alone then."
"Don't you understand?
My life was bad and bland,
And extremely in the wrong.
Why must you be gone?"
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At that same moment as Magnet was remembering his life, the myterious girl had started crying. She couldn't control her tears, and was glad no one was watching her. Well, maybe the birds were, but that didn't matter. Something so sad and lonely had just come over her, something she didn't really understand, since it wasn't her feeling; it wasn't from her own mind. She pulled a piece of paper out of a pocket and a pencil from another. Quickly, she wrote down:
Issues come and go, but this problem is here forever. I grew up wrong, but I guess that's all right, 'cause then I wouldn't be who I am today. Don't call me names or think I'm stupid, 'cause you ain't got the pain I got. I won't listen to what you wanna say to me, 'cause it's all plain shit anyway. So you laugh at me and call me fucked up in the head, sayin' I ain't got any friends. You may think you're all smart, but I got you stumped, you ain't as rockin' as you thought you was. I lived with the damn drugs, I lived with the sex and the gangs and the voilence and all that bad shit. I lived in the heat of the moment and didn't care what I did. So, can you really called me fucked up in the head? Naw man, that's more like you. I can now point my finger and call you a shit head. A fudge packer, packing in a bed. You know what I mean? 'Course you don't, since you're the dumb one. You ain't been through what I have, so don't think you're so smart. You lived on the best side'a town, you had all the money, you had the perfectness. You think you're better 'cause'a that? Let me tell you, you ain't the smarter one, I am. I know the rules of the street, I know the rules of the country and the city. I learned it all. So you know what? Like I said
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"You're the one fucked up in the head," Magnet mumbled. He looked up, then got up, and walked away to the tent.
Hey, sixstars, if you have any prob.s with how I'm using your char.s, just let me know and I'll do my best to fix it asap. ** Jimmy and his mom are her characters, and the house is her house **
OKay, onto the story.. No, wait, I wanna share one more thing: I finally figured out how X-Ray's name is Rex in pig latin. Haha. I had to ask my little sister, since I didn't know but she had mentioned it to me, hopefully she's right, haha. She told me the R from Rex is placed after the "ex" making "exr" and then that "ay" is always added after, so you'd get "exray" then changing it into the way you spell x-ray, you get, wala, X-Ray! Haha, I feel so smart now, lol.
NOW, onto Alan's Story Part 6! ^_^
No, ONE more thing. LoL. Thanks for ya'll who reviewed. I'm just sad I lost them. *waaah* Ah well, can only blame maself.
Finally, the story... sorry 'bout all that...
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"If I didn't have someone there,
I'm not sure I'd be able to bare
All the pain;
How am I still sane?"
Alan was cursing Magnet's name when Barf Bag woke up.
"What's going on, Squid?" he asked.
Alan kept his back on Bag. "Nothing."
"Magnet all right?"
"Sure."
"Aight." Barf Bag stumbled out of bed and ambled off to the Wreck Room.
Alan let himself fall down on his yucky cot. He looked over at Magnet, who still looked majorly sick, and gave him the finger. "Serves you right," he murmured.
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The girl was hanging around with Jimmy again. She was overjoyed she had someone to hang out with again. They were at a local fastfood resturant when a young man, dressed all in black, stepped in. He was followed by a young woman, dressed just the same as him. His face was covered by a hood, and his face couldn't be seen.
When she looked up, the girl swore. "Dammit."
"What?" asked Jimmy.
"Just some people that might need to talk with me," she answered.
The two walked over to where she was sitting and sat. The guy leaned inward towards her.
"Can your friend please leave?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
"No."
"Can he keep his mouth shut?" The man looked at Jimmy, who nodded quickly.
"We have important news," the young woman contiued.
The girl sighed. "Have I done something wrong already?"
"No," answered the woman, "but there's been a change in plans."
The girl cursed again. "What now? Can't they ever make up their minds?!"
"The boys Hector and Stanley are not to go to CGL as thought," the man said in the same low voice. "The plans have been changed for one other boy to go first. The other two will need to be prolonged for about a year or less. We're not sure yet."
The girl nodded. "Do you know how much shit this is going to cause? How am I supposed to change everything now? It's too late, isn't it?"
The woman shook her head. "No, it isn't. People have already been sent to change things, they were actually sent a day or so after you disappeared."
"What do the new plans require?"
"Hector's mother needs to disappear, some major things have to happen with the shelter there and the baseball season, plus a hell of a lot more crap that doesn't need to be mentioned," the woman said. "Everything is being taken care of, we just needed to notify you."
She nodded. "Aight, that's cool, Jessica. When will I know to act?"
The man stood up. "We'll come back and tell you."
The young man and woman quickly left.
"What was with that?" Jimmy asked about five minutes later when the two were outside and taking a walk.
"Jessica and Matt?" said the girl. "Don't worry 'bout them. Just forget it ever happened."
"You're worried about something," Jimmy said.
"I know I am!" she snapped. "Oh, geez, sorry." She ran a hand thorugh her hair. "I didn't mean to be mean like that."
"It's all right, I guess," Jimmy mumbled.
"Hey, I gotta be by myself, aight?" she said, sitting down on a bench. "I have some major thinking to do."
Jimmy nodded. "See you tomorrow?"
"I sure hope so."
She waved. He waved. Then she leaned back against the bench. "JPF," she mumbled to herself over and over, trying to think clearly. It wasn't working. "Dammit," she said, finally giving up. "At least I get a longer time frame here."
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Alan had fallen asleep and when Zigzag woke him up, the boy jumped.
"Oh, Zig, it's just you..." he said, surprised.
"You're late," Zig said.
Alan didn't care. What did it matter, anyway. For some reason, he had forgotten about Magnet.
"You were there when I needed help
And you didn't just think about yourself.
But is this working out?
This question I could simply shout."
Alan dug as quickly as he could.
Damn sun. Damn dirt. Damn dust. Damn boys. Damn life. Damn sky. Damn sweat. Damn shovel. Damn handle. Damn horizon. Damn truck. Damn Mr. Sir. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. Damn everything but the water. Ah, the sweet life giving water. But, did Alan really want to keep living? He didn't know.
Then, several hours after having fallen asleep, he remembered Magnet.
"Holy, shit, Magnet!" he yelled, looking up from digging his hole.
Everyone else looked up too, including Magnet.
"What?"
He looked normal.
Alan squinted at him.
"Are you all right, man?" Magnet asked.
"Are you?" answered Alan.
"Yeah," Magnet said.
He sounded all right. He didn't look sick. But, something seemed a little messed up.
"What happened last night?" asked Alan.
Magnet swallowed. "What do you mean?"
"What happened?" Alan demanded.
"I can't remember," Magnet said in a low, sadish voice, and starting digging his hole again.
Later, Alan drew Magnet aside.
"Really, you can't remember."
Magnet nodded.
"Nothing? Not even the snake?"
"The snake, the bite, you helping me, then, nothing." Magnet was shivering slightly.
"Pendanski was injecting you with something," Alan said. "Then you suddenly woke up after I had been trying for at least a few hours or something, looked at me, and said something about drugs."
DRUGS. That's D, R, U, G, S. Drugs.
Magnet slumped down into the understuffed couch. "I remember now." He looked sick again. "I remember all of it."
"You all right?" asked Alan.
"No-no I'm not," he mumbled. "I just-I just had problems with my life before, aight?"
Alan nodded. "Didn't all of us?"
"I bet mine was the worst."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I can't share it. My life doesn't fit well into words."
Alan nodded. "Aight. I'll just leave you alone then."
"Don't you understand?
My life was bad and bland,
And extremely in the wrong.
Why must you be gone?"
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At that same moment as Magnet was remembering his life, the myterious girl had started crying. She couldn't control her tears, and was glad no one was watching her. Well, maybe the birds were, but that didn't matter. Something so sad and lonely had just come over her, something she didn't really understand, since it wasn't her feeling; it wasn't from her own mind. She pulled a piece of paper out of a pocket and a pencil from another. Quickly, she wrote down:
Issues come and go, but this problem is here forever. I grew up wrong, but I guess that's all right, 'cause then I wouldn't be who I am today. Don't call me names or think I'm stupid, 'cause you ain't got the pain I got. I won't listen to what you wanna say to me, 'cause it's all plain shit anyway. So you laugh at me and call me fucked up in the head, sayin' I ain't got any friends. You may think you're all smart, but I got you stumped, you ain't as rockin' as you thought you was. I lived with the damn drugs, I lived with the sex and the gangs and the voilence and all that bad shit. I lived in the heat of the moment and didn't care what I did. So, can you really called me fucked up in the head? Naw man, that's more like you. I can now point my finger and call you a shit head. A fudge packer, packing in a bed. You know what I mean? 'Course you don't, since you're the dumb one. You ain't been through what I have, so don't think you're so smart. You lived on the best side'a town, you had all the money, you had the perfectness. You think you're better 'cause'a that? Let me tell you, you ain't the smarter one, I am. I know the rules of the street, I know the rules of the country and the city. I learned it all. So you know what? Like I said
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"You're the one fucked up in the head," Magnet mumbled. He looked up, then got up, and walked away to the tent.
