Gloom. Anger. Despare. Unhappy...ness. I am dwelling in my sorrow right
now, lurching in the dark side. I am still feeling the evil side effects of
all that sugar-high candy I've eaten these past 3 days. Friday night was
very eventful. What the heck am I talking about? Halloween, you
nincompoops! Get in the spirit! Sure, it may be 2 days after the alleged
Holliday, but the spirit and laughter still reigns! Mwuahahahaha!
Anyone else still go trick or treating? I may be 13 years old (A mature teenager, mind you.), but I still go out candy begging XD. Me and 3 of my friends set out all over my town and then town next to mine, (We also picked up a few hottie's number's on the way, :p)and got a heck'ovalotov' candy, some of which I am eating at this moment.
So, in conclusion, have a happy 2-day-late Halloween, or whatever Holiday you celebrated on the 31st! Onto the story!
A/N: I just realized, that I forgot to include BarfBag in chapter 5, so let's just pretend that I included him in there...He might have said something along the lines of, "Gee, what a nutjob." Or some jeer like that...Now, shall we begin?
PS: The next few chapters will be kinda' boring, well, maybe the next 2 or 3, just tp get the story moving along. It'll get better soon. Remember, as always, reply!
Chapter 7: The begining of the end or the end of the begining?
"So." The boy, Squid he remembered, asked, "What'd ya' get in here for?"
Ricky didn't know if he should tell him the reason he was here or not. He wasn't even sure he should be talking to this stranger.
When he didn't answer, Squid looked at him wierd. "What's wrong, man? Don't you trust me?" He smirked.
"What did you do to get in here?" Ricky asked him back.
"Well, I guess I'll tell ya'. It wansn't really my fault. I got caught stealing food and money from the neighbor's house." Squid began, "My mom was a drunk, and my dad left. How else was I 'sposed to eat?"
Ricky sighed, "At least he's not a murderer.."
"That sounds rough." Ricky replied, starting to feel like maybe Squid wasn't so bad after all.
"So, you know about me. Tell me what happened to you." Squid urged him.
"I'm not crazy." Ricky said to him, for no reason at all, really.
"I never said you were."
"That's what you think. Everybody thinks it."
"Well, you kinda' act it, man." Squid pointed out to him.
"Maybe I do. But I'm not. I'm not." Ricky said again, causing Alan to think even more than before that Ricky was a little...well, odd to put it lightly.
"That's what happened. They said I was crazy. But I'm not."
"Okay. So you're not crazy. Got it, okay?" Squid said, "But what do you mean that's what happened?"
"These guys from my school. They said I attacked them, with a razor blade. But I didn't. That's what they said though. Everyone thought I did it. Nobody believed me. Except Lucy."
"Who's Lucy?"
"A girl."
"I figured that."
"Well, she was more than a girl. She was my best friend." Ricky said.
They spent the up until dinner talking to each other. They had each found a new friend.
Anyone else still go trick or treating? I may be 13 years old (A mature teenager, mind you.), but I still go out candy begging XD. Me and 3 of my friends set out all over my town and then town next to mine, (We also picked up a few hottie's number's on the way, :p)and got a heck'ovalotov' candy, some of which I am eating at this moment.
So, in conclusion, have a happy 2-day-late Halloween, or whatever Holiday you celebrated on the 31st! Onto the story!
A/N: I just realized, that I forgot to include BarfBag in chapter 5, so let's just pretend that I included him in there...He might have said something along the lines of, "Gee, what a nutjob." Or some jeer like that...Now, shall we begin?
PS: The next few chapters will be kinda' boring, well, maybe the next 2 or 3, just tp get the story moving along. It'll get better soon. Remember, as always, reply!
Chapter 7: The begining of the end or the end of the begining?
"So." The boy, Squid he remembered, asked, "What'd ya' get in here for?"
Ricky didn't know if he should tell him the reason he was here or not. He wasn't even sure he should be talking to this stranger.
When he didn't answer, Squid looked at him wierd. "What's wrong, man? Don't you trust me?" He smirked.
"What did you do to get in here?" Ricky asked him back.
"Well, I guess I'll tell ya'. It wansn't really my fault. I got caught stealing food and money from the neighbor's house." Squid began, "My mom was a drunk, and my dad left. How else was I 'sposed to eat?"
Ricky sighed, "At least he's not a murderer.."
"That sounds rough." Ricky replied, starting to feel like maybe Squid wasn't so bad after all.
"So, you know about me. Tell me what happened to you." Squid urged him.
"I'm not crazy." Ricky said to him, for no reason at all, really.
"I never said you were."
"That's what you think. Everybody thinks it."
"Well, you kinda' act it, man." Squid pointed out to him.
"Maybe I do. But I'm not. I'm not." Ricky said again, causing Alan to think even more than before that Ricky was a little...well, odd to put it lightly.
"That's what happened. They said I was crazy. But I'm not."
"Okay. So you're not crazy. Got it, okay?" Squid said, "But what do you mean that's what happened?"
"These guys from my school. They said I attacked them, with a razor blade. But I didn't. That's what they said though. Everyone thought I did it. Nobody believed me. Except Lucy."
"Who's Lucy?"
"A girl."
"I figured that."
"Well, she was more than a girl. She was my best friend." Ricky said.
They spent the up until dinner talking to each other. They had each found a new friend.