Author's Note: Heh heh, this is STRANGE. Please R&R!!
Disclaimer: I own Adrienne, Spot's mother and his dog, and Race's family.
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Prologue
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Greetings! My name is Adrienne James, I am sixteen years old, and this story is not about me. I am simply condemned to be the narrator for the prologue --- and probably the epilogue too, if there will be one --- on account that I was present during some of the events.
I had written down a while back what I was going to say, but I must have lost the sheet somewhere along the way, so I'm just going to wing it and hope it'll turn out alright.
Allow me to set the scene: Gabriel "Spot" Conlon lived in a large house in Brooklyn Heights, NYC, with his mother Eliza Conlon and his dog Krypto (who was named after Clark Kent's dog, you guessed correctly). He was my best friend and an extremely complicated guy. Sometimes I seriously suspected he was really a girl going through PMS or something.
Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins lived in an apartment in the Lower East Side in Manhattan. His family was huge --- twin nineteen-year-old brother and sister Gino and Lia, six-year-old brother Angelo, mother Isabelle (whom I am not allowed to tell the age of) and father Este (whom I am also not allowed to tell the age of) --- all of them Italian, loud, and funny, squished into a small apartment in Little Italy. Sheesh. No wonder this kid was going insane.
"I don't have any pets, and I'm glad. There are too many people in this house anyway," he once said to me.
Whatever. His funeral.
So both of these guys were big Harrison Ford fans --- Indiana Jones, especially --- and met at an Indiana Jones chat room. I know, I know, you're probably thinking "ooh, they met at a chat room, Spot's a rapist!" but I assure you he is not.
Well --- at least I don't think so.
Is he?
Shit, maybe I have been hanging out with a rapist all my life! He did have that weird phase when he refused to eat anything but jellybeans ... But ANYWAY, even if Spot is a rapist, that is not what the story is about.
Well, here it is: the story of Spot and Race and their internet-based relationship.
And guess what? I remembered my dramatic ending to the prologue that I had written out a while ago! Here it is:
So I guess the best place to start is the beginning.
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN! So --- yeah, here we go. Now we are going to start. At the beginning.
Disclaimer: I own Adrienne, Spot's mother and his dog, and Race's family.
*****
Prologue
*****
Greetings! My name is Adrienne James, I am sixteen years old, and this story is not about me. I am simply condemned to be the narrator for the prologue --- and probably the epilogue too, if there will be one --- on account that I was present during some of the events.
I had written down a while back what I was going to say, but I must have lost the sheet somewhere along the way, so I'm just going to wing it and hope it'll turn out alright.
Allow me to set the scene: Gabriel "Spot" Conlon lived in a large house in Brooklyn Heights, NYC, with his mother Eliza Conlon and his dog Krypto (who was named after Clark Kent's dog, you guessed correctly). He was my best friend and an extremely complicated guy. Sometimes I seriously suspected he was really a girl going through PMS or something.
Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins lived in an apartment in the Lower East Side in Manhattan. His family was huge --- twin nineteen-year-old brother and sister Gino and Lia, six-year-old brother Angelo, mother Isabelle (whom I am not allowed to tell the age of) and father Este (whom I am also not allowed to tell the age of) --- all of them Italian, loud, and funny, squished into a small apartment in Little Italy. Sheesh. No wonder this kid was going insane.
"I don't have any pets, and I'm glad. There are too many people in this house anyway," he once said to me.
Whatever. His funeral.
So both of these guys were big Harrison Ford fans --- Indiana Jones, especially --- and met at an Indiana Jones chat room. I know, I know, you're probably thinking "ooh, they met at a chat room, Spot's a rapist!" but I assure you he is not.
Well --- at least I don't think so.
Is he?
Shit, maybe I have been hanging out with a rapist all my life! He did have that weird phase when he refused to eat anything but jellybeans ... But ANYWAY, even if Spot is a rapist, that is not what the story is about.
Well, here it is: the story of Spot and Race and their internet-based relationship.
And guess what? I remembered my dramatic ending to the prologue that I had written out a while ago! Here it is:
So I guess the best place to start is the beginning.
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN! So --- yeah, here we go. Now we are going to start. At the beginning.