A/N:
Wazzup!
I'm not gonna sugar coat it. I've been kinda lazy. PLUS, a lot of family issues. A LOT. My brother's being a Dick. My sister's a pain in the ass. My parents...UGGGHHH.
On another note, I started school. I AM NOW A SOPHOMORE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA! MY evil laugh.
Here's my creepy/funny/awesome laugh: HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE!
...and that was that.
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*pant**pant**pant* Christ...I'm exhausted...
"Oi, Babygirl! Hurry up or else!" Squid glares at me over his shoulder.
"Well, I'M SORRY but my legs *pant* feel like they're going to give out any second!"
Why in the hell does he always walk ahead of me leaving me behind in his tracks?! Well, he IS pretty tall. Only normal for tall people to take longer strides.
"Quit your whinin'! Now hurry up!" He sounds agitated.
"Okay okay..." He sounds like a commanding officer.
I tried power walking to catch up to him but I didn't have it in me. I stopped for a second to take deep breaths, to try to calm down and keep going. I sat down on the ground, leaned back on my hands and looked up at the sunset-orange sky. When I leaned back, I remembered how blistery they were earlier. The pain was shooting up my arms but I didn't care at that moment. I just wanted to rest.
Squid noticed I stopped walking. He turned around and shouted, "What's the hold up, girl! If you don't hurry up, I'm going to leave you here for them lizards and rattlesnakes!"
"Eek!" I felt a cold sweat going down my back. The thought of a rattlesnake just gave me the creeps. "I'm going, don't worry about me!"
"Worry? Heh, who said I was worried 'bout you?" Squid teased and kept walking.
"Hey, wait up!"I pushed myself back up and started to run to him but, right before I took two steps, my knees gave out and I landed on my hands, causing even more pain than before. Like a jolt of electricity rushed through my whole body. I felt something warm on my hands. I took off my gloves and I saw that the cuts and blisters opened up and were seeping out blood. A lot of blood.
Blood was dripping off my hands and onto the dry desert soil. Blood dripping off my skinny fingers, blood dripping off my nails. It was a crimson color. Oh my...
All of a sudden, I felt really tired. Not exhausted tired this time. A sleepy tired. A very sleep tired. The world seemed to go in slow motion. I see Squid really far away. Like he forgot about me. I see him continue to walk away.
"S-squid...help...!" I croaked the last word out. It felt like there was a knot in my throat, I could barely talk now.
I'm on my knees trying to keep my eyes open. I look down at my hands and I see a tiny pool of blood near my knee.
"Sara...!" I look up and see Squid running toward me, with a scared look on his face. It seems like forever until he reaches me.
"Sara!" He gets on his knees in front of me and catches me as I'm about to faint. He cradles me and takes my hands in his. "Sara, it's gonna be all right. Just gotta take you to Mom, you understand?"
I nod. All of a sudden, I feel something I haven't felt in a long time. I felt kind of cold.
"Okay...we..do...take you...mom...Sara...gonna...be all right..." I couldn't hear that well. I only picked up half of what he was saying. I couldn't understand most of it. I look up at his worried face and all I see is his mouth moving. It's like as if someone was covering up my ears and all I heard was his muffled voice.
My head was spinning and the last thing I see is his face yelling at me, saying my name over and over again.
I remember when my brother took me to the park when I was seven years old. It had just finished raining, that's when I love it best. After it's done raining, I feel like the earth was cleansed of all the grimy pollution we caused. I also like the smell. It smells so fresh and clean, I just love it.
Adam and I were sitting on a park bench, him reading and I eating a hot dog he bought me. Since it had just finished raining, I had my purple rain boots and rain jacket and my blue backpack. I would carry my tissues, my books and dolls in it. Yes, even at the age of seven, I was a reader. I had books like The Little Mermaid and, my favorite princess book, Sleeping Beauty. I also carried bandages, band-aids and rubbing alcohol, just in case. I would trip a lot. A lot.
My hair back then was dirty blond and was in pigtails with a braid in them. When I was a toddler, my hair was blond. Then it changed to dirty blond. And when I turned fourteen, it changed brown. My hair is sending me mixed signals.
When I was seven, I was a cry-baby. A huge one. I cried at least four times a week for some stupid reason. Whether I was teased, made fun of, if I didn't like something, or if I just felt like it. I was a spoiled kid.
Anyway, While Adam was still reading, I went over to the slide. Underneath the slide was some sort of a little room. Well, not a room but it had small walls, four corners. I liked to go under there, sit on the wood chips and pretend I was some sort of princess trapped in a tower waiting for my prince to come. Silly, I know. But everyone needs a little imagination in their lives.
No one knew I liked to go under there. I never told anyone. Not even Adam. It was my little hide-away, my escape from the adults in the world. I would always think "I never want to be an adult!" Even to this day. I don't like most adults, especially authority. So I barely told my parents or Adam my secrets. I loved my slide hide-away so much because it was on the other side of the park surrounded by a couple of trees. I really did feel like a lost princess in the woods. All I needed was my prince. Though, after plenty of trips to the park, I came to the conclusion he steered his horse a different way and just charged. Leaving me just waiting. I started hating him.
Since the ground under the slide was dry, I sat down and opened my backpack. I got out my Barbie doll and a mini comb and started making her a ponytail. I was humming to myself. I was very happy at that moment. I felt like I was in my own little world without a care in the world.
That is until Timmy and Tommy Foster, the local bullies, decided to rain on my parade. Timmy and Tommy had a past with me. It all started when I was in kindergarten and when they were in first grade. We had recess outside. We were fenced in so grade K-2nd grade would play together. We had little tables and chairs outside too with toys. I "accidentally" poured glue all over Tommy's head. But that was because Tommy took my play-doh and smashed my creations. And I may have, again, "accidentally" hit Timmy with my jump-rope and gave him a black eye BUT he was the one who scared me by wearing a werewolf mask and making me pee my pants on the first day of Kindergarten!
Timmy and Tommy both looked the same. The only thing different about them was their hair. Timmy had red hair while Tommy had blond hair. Other than that, they had the same face, same stupid evil grin, same dead eyes(they're identical to dead fish eyes), same piggy nose, etc...
"HEY YOU! UGLY GIRL!""YEAH, YOU!" Timmy and Tommy approached me under the slide.
"What do you bozos want?" I put on my grumpy face.
"Get out of our fort!" "Yeah, get out!"
"YOUR fort?! This is the park's slide, you dummies!" I stand up with my hand on my hip. The other is holding my Barbie.
"Get out or I'll...!" Timmy starts but hesitates.
"Or you'll WHAT?!" I shout.
"Or I'll..." He looks down at my Barbie, and as on cue, Timmy snatches it out of my grasp. "Or I'll make your little baby doll headless!"
Both Timmy and Tommy ran out from under the slide to the nearest tree and were pulling on my doll's head.
"Nooooooo! NOOOO! Stop it!" I grabbed Tommy's arm and started pulling as hard as I can.
"Get her off of me, Tim!" Tommy shouted at Timmy.
"You got it, Tom!" Timmy got hold of my pigtails and started yanking on the right one.
I screamed and let go of Tommy. I tried to hit Timmy but I've never punched anyone in my life. My hits were rendered useless.
Timmy kept pulling and tugging. My hair tie slipped off.
"Ahhh! Let go of me, you...you...you SHITHEAD!" It was then I said my first curse word. I didn't know what the heck it meant but I said it. I heard Adam call a guy he didn't like "Shithead" so I thought I could use it here since Timmy was a boy I didn't like.
"Shithead...?" Timmy cocked his head to the side, while still pulling on my other pigtail.
"Yes, Shithead!"I yelled back in his face.
"Okay, you asked for it." Timmy lets go but pushing me on the muddy ground. I fell hard on my butt. My butt hurt and so did my head from all the pulling.
"Awwwww, is the baby girl gonna cry! You gonna cry, you baby?" The twins laughed and teased me. They picked up mud from the ground and started chucking it at me. I tried to cover my face as much as I can. My hair was covered in mud, my neck, my whole entire rain jacket, and my legs. When I thought they stopped, I uncovered my face but, right when I did, Tommy chucked a handful on mud at my cheek. I was on the verge of tears but I wasn't going to let these shitheads see me cry...yet.
Timmy takes one end of the Barbie doll while Tommy takes the head.
"No!" I pleaded. "No, my mommy got that for me! Stop it!"
"Awwww! Your MOMMY got it for you? What a baby!" "Such a baby!" The twins pulled and I head a *pop*. Her head popped off and landed a few feet in front of me.
I crawled over to wear her head was. I picked up her dirty head and tears started to roll down my cheeks. I started whimpering.
"Look! The baby girl is crying!" Timmy laughed and pointed at me.
"Such a baby!" Tommy said in reply.
"I'm *hiccup* n-not *sob* a baby!" I stand up and shout at them.
"Then you won't mind if I chuck her over the trees, do you?" Tommy turns toward the trees.
"No! Don't!" I pleaded.
Tommy pulls back his arm, getting ready to throw.
"I said no!" I charged at Tommy, tackling him. I straddle him and start hitting his chest. More like slapping. Weak slaps by a 7 year-old against 8 year-olds.
Timmy pulled me off and pushed me away. I hit the ground near a tree and my whole face was covered in mud. I got on my knees, leaned against the tree and I started crying again. I covered my eyes though. It was humiliating.
"Let's get her!" I heard the twins say. I braced myself, preparing for the worst.
"HEY!" I flinched at the loud voice. I look up and see a little boy, about 8 years old, standing a couple feet away from the twins, glaring at them. The boy had messy brown hair and brown eyes. He had a blue truck driver's cap on, headphones around his neck connected to an MP3 player, a yellow T-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers.
"Who are you! Go away!" "Yeah, go away!" The twins glared at him right back.
The boy makes eye contact with me and my heart thumps.
"No." With that single word, the boy approaches the twins.
"Don't mess with us." "Yeah, don't mess with us!" Tommy slowly starts walking towards the boy too. Timmy follows behind him.
They're standing face-to-face, Timmy and the boy.
"I don't care." The boy punches Tommy in the gut and then hits Timmy in the face. Then I see Tommy recover from the punch and hits the boy in the face. I cover my eyes from the fight that's about to happen. I don't like fighting because I can't do it myself. But I will if I have to. But right now, nope.
I hear punches being thrown, shouting, yelling, groaning and bodies falling on the ground. It's been about five minutes before I hear "Let's get out of here!" "Yeah!"
I look and see the twins running away screaming. I see the boy with his back to me yelling at them "You punks!"
He turns back around to me, walks over to me, and holds out his hand. I stare at it. I reach out my shaking hand and grab his. He pulls me up, I stumble a bit, but then I steady myself. I let go of his hand.
We're just staring at each other, not saying anything. I wasn't saying anything because I was looking at his face and body. It was all scratched up and bloody. He had a scratch on his cheek and he cut his knees. His knuckles are bright red and his arms were bruised. I just said "Wait here."
I ran back to the little spot under the slide, grabbed my bag and ran back to him. I pulled out my band-aids and rubbing alcohol.
We sat at spot under the slide. I sat in front of him, rubbing the alcohol gently on his face with my tissues.
He flinched. "Hey, that stings!"
I raise my eyebrow. "Well, did you expect it not to, silly." I continue rubbing his cut. "Now hold still." I take a band-aid and put it on his cheek.
It's all silent when I continued cleaning the cut on his knee. He looks everywhere else but at me. I just concentrate on the cut.
"...Thank you...for what you did. You saved me." I say, the heat rising in my face.
He looks at me. "...Hey, you're all muddy." He takes a tissue and wipes my cheeks and around my eyes.
"I'm the one who's supposed to be cleaning you!" I laugh.
"But you're the one who NEEDS the cleaning!" He smiles at me.
I put a band-aid on his knee. "Thanks." He thanks me.
"Don't thank me. It's my fault you got these bruises. I'm sorry." I hang my head.
He pats my head. "Nah, it was nothing. Just protecting a little lady. A baby girl."
I frown. "I'm not a baby!"
"Yes, you are. And, sometimes, that's a nice thing."
I'm just staring at him in disbelief. I suppose he can call me baby.
"Don't make this mistake again."
"Huh?" I look at him confused.
His stares at me with a serious gaze. "Never start a fight. Not one you can't handle. Remember, you're a girl."
"...okay, I promise." I smile and extend my pinky.
He wraps his pinkie around mine.
"It's a promise." He smiles.
I smile back at him. I crawled out of the spot under the slide and stood outside. The sky was really gray. It might rain soon.
"Hey." I turn around and the boy is in front of me. He takes something out of his pocket.
"My Barbie! How'd you get it?"
"When I was done with the boys, one of them dropped this. I saw them try and throw it earlier. Do you have the head?"
"Oh!" I grab the head out of my rain coat pocket and handed it to him.
In less than a minute, he gets her head back on.
"You fixed it!" He hands it to me. "Thank you so much!" I make sure she's okay and I hug her.
"You're welcome." He smiles and ruffles my hair.
Next thing I know, it starts raining.
"Let's go back!" He grabs my hand and runs back inside the spot under the slide.
I stare at the rain. I love how it hits the ground and washes everything. Then a loud thunder crack, which made the slide shake a bit, scared me.
"EEEK!" I jump at the noise and cover my ears.
The boy pats my shoulder and I uncover my ears to hear him.
"You afraid of thunder?"
Another loud thunder crack made me jump again. I cover my ears once again and nod 'yes' slowly.
What he did next startled me. He sat next to me, put his Headphones on my ears, played a song by Green Day, and put his arm around my shoulders.
He may have been 8 but he acts like he's a lot older.
That's all I remember of that day. Of course, it eventually stopped raining, the boy said goodbye and left, and Adam found me covered in mud.
That was the happiest day of my life, despite being covered in mud and having my hair pulled. Because of him, the twins never dared approach me again. And when I did, they would flinch and apologize over and over.
He was my first crush. Every since then, I've loved the rain even more than I used to. I still have that doll. Well, I DID but not anymore now that I'm at Camp Green Lake. Whenever I could, I would go back to that park, under the slide to the spot. I was waiting for him to show up but he never did. It's like he disappeared. I still waited for my prince. My silly prince.
My head was throbbing. I felt a stinging feeling on my hands but I ignored it. I opened my eyes, my vision blurring. I'm lying down on a bed, staring at the ceiling with a wet cloth on my forehead. I was about to stand up until I heard some voices talking. I quickly shut my eyes.
"...you sure she's okay, mom?" It was Squid's. I could hear his rough, deep accent.
"She's fine. She just fainted from the loss of blood and the heat. Happens every once in a while. Just give her some food and water and a little rest, she'll be all better."
"Hmm. okay." I hear his feet walking towards me. His boots hit the ground hard. I was trying hard to relax, not to give myself away.
I feel him take the wet cloth off of my forehead. I hear him walk away and put it in a bucket a water. He wrings it and comes back over to me. The next thing he did made my stomach flip and my heartbeat quicken.
He put his strong, big hand on my forehead. I try not to flinch. He put the wet cloth back on my forehead. I don't hear him walk away. I can feel his strong gaze on me. I'm trying so hard not to be nervous.
"You seem to have taken a liking to her, Alan." Mom comes over where we were.
"What you say?"
"I think she's gonna be safe in your hands."
I hear Squid scoff. "How you know that?"
"Well, you DID carry her all the way over here on your back."
He...he did what?!
"What's your point?"
"What my point is, you care for her."
He chuckles. "Yeah, right." Squid says sarcastically. "Girls are annoyin' and bothersome. Always whining' and complaining'."
"So then why did you give her your gloves, Alan?"
Squid shifts from one foot to the other. "She has weak hands. Shouldn't strain herself."
There's silence for a while. The silence is broken by Mom. "It almost time for dinner and I have to go back to Mr. Sir. Carry her back to D-tent so she could rest and get better."
WHAT?!
"...fine."
W-wait a minute! Wha...what?!
I still keep my eyes shut. I feel his long, slender arms go under my back and my knees. He lifts me up with ease
"Jeez, she needs to eat some more."
Oh my god. Oh my god. He's carrying me like a frickin' princess. Holy shit. Oh my. What the fuck. Oh god.
On the outside, I look like a sleeping girl who just passed out. But in my head, a million things are swarming around.
He keeps a firm grip on me. My head rest on his chest. Oh my Jesus.
I can feel his abs. He's ripped. REALLY ripped. My arms can feel his six-pack. The more I think about it, the more I'm panicking and freaking out inside.
ASDFGHJKL...
"See you later, Mom. I might, see in' how this girl keeps getting injured." Squid starts walking out the door.
"Oh hey, Alan."
Squid turns back around to Mom.
"Huh?"
"Stay with her till she wakes up. We don't need a repeat of yesterday, now do we?"
"No, we don't." Squid walks out the door, down the steps and heads toward the D-tent. I hear a few whispers around us but I ignore them like I always do.
A couple seconds pass by until he suddenly whispers. "You sure are a handful, you know that? Always getting' me all worked up."
I'm sorry...
"I'm just protecting a girl. A baby girl."
I suddenly find myself getting lightheaded. I fall back asleep. But before I do, I hear one more thing.
"Sometimes, that's a nice thing."
...Huh?
A/N:
DUNDUNDUN!
Cliffhanger! Well, maybe not but it feels dramatic.
First of all, Im sowwy. really sowwy. I haven't uploaded since the 4th of July, me thinks. But now I did. I wanted to create a long chapter for you guys! Well ,to me it feels long. This is probably the longest chapter I've every written. Hey, its like 4,500 words. This is the longest thing I've ever typed. And that is including reports for school. If you're not impressed by that, IM GONNA TRY HARDER FOR YOU!
I DID promise a long chappie. Here it be. TA DA.
THISSSSSSS is the longest story I've EVER been committed to. Seriously. I never thought, in a million years, that I would do this. Two years ago, I thought My biggest accomplishment on this website would be to write AT LEAST two chapters. NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE! NOPITY NOPE NOPE! AND NOW I'M HAPPY!
I decided to create a backstory. I love flashbacks. Also, I love drama.
HERE'S THE REASON I DIDN'T MAKE SQUID NICE TO SARA IN THE FIRST PLACE:
I feel like if he were, it would be too obvious they would be together. Well...of course they would EVENTUALLY but I didn't wanna make that conclusion quick. I love stories when the boy is teasing her and kind of mean but then he slowly becomes considerate and nice and begins to love her. It shows how much he's changed for her and it also shows that he's comfortable with her around.
ALSO, if he were nice to her in the very beginning, She would instantly love him. Instantly. Like, might as well just end the story there because, DADADADA, they're together.
SOOOOOOO, a lot of more things are gonna happen before they're an official couple. You know, obstacles and, of course, fights and protecting and friendship. YAY, FRIENDSHIP!
Since I said a lot of things are going to happen, there are gonna be a hell of a lot more chapters. Cuz you know I don't end a chapter saying a day is over. This is the eighth fucking chapter and it's the second day of camp. I'M GOING FOR AT LEAST 4-6 MONTHS AT CGL. You know, meeting Stanley and shtuff...
so...
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