The story of me. And my friends. And other people.

By Hazard 13

Note- I may take a while to update.

2nd note- I'm new here.

3rd note- flame me and die

4th note- there IS swearing

Disclaimer- I do not own Final Fantasy or any other things involved, but I wish I did… someday… I do own the cartridge though. I do own, however most of the characters except well, duh. (Marche, Ritz, Mewt, etc.)

I hope I got this right…another thing- a full line is for separating my author's notes and the story, and 's are used to separate different scenes

School Yard, 2:31 pm

"What the—"This was my friend Alex. He had just got hit with a snowball.

"Who the hell did that?" He paused. "I'll kill you for that."

"Ha-ha!" yelled a kid named Colin. "I did it! I did it!"

With that, Alex went over and was about to punch him in the face, when Tim, my other friend, and me threw snowballs at the stupid kid, to avoid Alex getting a suspension… again.

"Hey! No fair!" He yelled. "Three against one? Lyle, Guinness, a little help here!"

Suddenly a whistle blew and a weird dude in sweats came over, saying that we should divide into groups. I went with Alex and Tim over to one side of the yard, where we found three other kids. There was a girl, and two boys. The girl had pink hair, somehow, and the boys were kind of strange. One looked really small, with messed hair, and the blonde boy had one hair sticking straight up. Apparently, he was also a new kid here. What the hell is with this town, though?

Anyway, the three idiots and three kids we didn't know were over on the opposing team.

"Who's he?" I asked to no one in particular.

"He's our P.E. teacher." Said a voice behind me.

"And who the hell are you?" I asked, turning around. It was the pink haired girl.

"I'm Ritz. Who are you?"

"I am Wesley, and your hair is dyed isn't it?"

"Hey! How did you know?" she was very surprised.

"Duh-just look at you. You have streaks of white all over your hair, you know."

I left her to think about what I had said and went over to the two weird kids.

"So, who are you?" I asked. The blond kid decided to talk first.

"I'm Marche, and this is Mewt." He paused, and asked who I was.

"My name is Wesley, and why is your hair all messed?" He looked very pissed at me for saying that about his hair but I went on, "And you, who are you, and do you talk?"

"Hey, leave Mewt alone!" said Marche. I rolled my eyes at him.

"What is it with you people? Who are you?"

"Um um um… I… I'm Mewt." He finally said. For some reason he nodded after saying everything. This town is very strange.

Anyway, Tim and Alex were over by the side of the building. Tim was playing shining something (I didn't remember the name) and Alex was playing FFTA. Suddenly, Tim was hit with a snowball, and started swearing: "What the hell was that? You little bastard, I am going to personally destroy you! Prepare to die, bitch!!" He got angry very easily. I should know. As he started walking forward to the idiot who had thrown the snowball, the weird P.E. teacher yelled, "Start!" We decided to go kill Colin, and as we all threw our snowballs, he said something about attacking Mewt. I didn't really care, but I threw about eight snowballs at his face, and he shut up. I looked behind me and saw the Mewt kid crouching behind me. What a weakling.

Finally, just as our team was about to win, the idiots decided to pull a fast one. They threw a snowball with a rock in it, causing Mewt to fall over in pain.

"Mewt, your forehead is cut!" this was Marche, stating the obvious.

'Duh' I thought.

We were all dismissed to go home, so Tim, Alex, and I went on home to play Halo 2, which Alex had somehow got off the Internet. On the way, we overheard Marche, Ritz, and Mewt talking on the corner.

"Look at that guy cringing like that! Embarrassing…" Ritz was looking at a drunk guy on the corner. Suddenly the drunk came over and said, "Mewt? Mewt, it is you!" what kind of person names their child Mewt?!? Unless they knew how hard a life the person would have to lead.

"…Hi, Dad." said Mewt. They were related? No wonder he has such a bad name. He was named by a drunken person! "School's out already?" The drunk was talking again.

"Yeah…"

"These your friends?" asked the drunk. Mewt nodded and asked, "Um, don't you still have work to do, Dad?" The drunk replied some lame excuse that he did, and that he was very busy. I think that he just wanted to go to another bar. He turned to face Ritz and Marche, who both stepped back a little. Drunks can be very unpredictable. He asked them to take care of Mewt, and went off, down the street. Mewt decided to explain about how his father used to work at a bigger company, but when his mother died, he broke down and stopped caring.

Marche, the clueless one, said something like "He seems nice. Not many parents talk to their kids like that. I bet you used to go out on vacations and stuff a lot." He was drunk you idiot!

Marche told Ritz and Mewt that he would be waiting for them at his house, and left. Ritz and Mewt started talking and it turns out that Marche has no father!

We got back to Alex's apartment, conveniently located between Tim's and my apartments. We had moved in a couple of weeks ago from San Francisco, Daly City, and Oakland, and our parents were out at dinner. Alex and I played co-operative on Halo 2 while Tim lounged on Alex's bed playing FFTA. After Alex threw plasma grenades on me, I ran into a couple of elites, who I kamikazed. (This happened in the game) After deciding to get something to drink, I looked out the window (2nd story) and guess who I saw?

"Yo, Alex, Timbo, look out the window! Guess who our neighbor is." I yelled to wake up Tim and get Alex out of his post electronic trance.

Alex immediately yelled, "Tim, get my bridge." Alex had somehow made a bridge out of two or three ladders and lots of rope. It would hold a sumo wrestler if needs be. Anyways, Tim returned with the contraption, and set it on Alex's bed. "Dude this weighs a goddamn ton." He complained. I got out my airsoft gun and shot a couple of paintballs over at Marche's window. They splattered, and he opened the window. Alex immediately shoved his bridge at him, and forced him to grab it. He protested weakly "Hey…" and we each crawled the four feet over to his window. I flung it open, and was surprised. I saw Ritz, Mewt, Marche, and a kid in a wheelchair. I said hi to everyone and so did Alex and Tim.

"Dude, that was so fun!" I told everyone. "So, what's your name gimpy?" What an idiot. Tim just HAD to insult the little kid. Now everyone will hate us, unless I distract them.

"So what were you people doing?" I asked everyone.

"We were looking at this book…" Hey, Mewt actually talks!

"So, like, you don't play Halo?" asked Alex. "What's Halo?" asked the four clueless ones.

'OMFG' I thought to myself. "You don't get out much, do you?" With that, Alex went back over his bridge, and came back with two Xbox's and seven controllers and a huge mass of wires. The kids had evidently never seen an Xbox, so it was really funny, their expressions. Also, they got addicted to it really fast. It was really funny to watch them try to figure out which button did what.

We took back the Xbox's and we had all become friends, especially Doned, Marche's brother and Alex, who each played through like thirty games a week. Ritz and Tim were now enemies, because when she insisted that we put everything away in an orderly fashion, (we had trashed Marche's room) Tim shoved everything into a closet and the soda cans out the window. "What did I do NOW?" as she glared at him. I hated Marche. I hated his hair. I hated him in general. I felt the same with Mewt. No one should have messier hair than me. NO ONE. I guess Ritz was okay, but Alex hated her, and Doned taught me how to pickpocket people from a wheelchair.

Alex, Tim, and me went back across our ladder-bridge-thing, and put the Xbox back together. We went to sleep playing Xbox live, with our laptops still open.

Well, everyone, I hope I did well enough. This is my first story, and it seemed a good idea. Unlike other people, I don't have a muse, but I will soon enough (hopefully).

I do go to school, but right now I'm on break. I should be able to update as soon as I write up the rest of my story from the papers that I wrote it down on originally.

Please review.