'Sup! I'm fanilly back!
Sorry, people, but hey, it wasn't easy. School was bearly over last Friday...(or at least, for me)
And plus, I'll be having 'Band Camp' tomorrow, so yeah, I'll take a little too long.
Hope the story is going well so far, 'cuz it's my first one ever, sooo...well, you know, wanna show people that rookies are still good writters.
So here, hope this chapter is worth your time...^^
"Gosh, Mephiles, will you just stop moving?"
"Let go of me!"
"...!"
"I don't like it! It looks so girlyish! Mommy, can I have a mohawk instead?"
"Heck, no."
"Why not?"
"They don't allow mohawks in school this days, Meph."
"How do you know?"Mephiles said in his most childish voice, crossing his arms.
"'Cuz we spoke to the principal and he clearly said no ripped pants, mohawks, or tatoos." Miguel replied, rolling his blue eyes.
"And besides, it's not like we're gonna let you wear those things..."
"How do you know?"
"Ugh..."
"Mephiles the Hedgehog, will you just SHUT UP?" Miguel scolded, while roughly running the brush through Mephiles' quills.
"Ow! Mommy! He's meshing up my hair!"
"Oh, the vocabulary, Mephiles...It's 'messing' not 'meshing'!"Sayonara corrected, as she snatched the brush from her husband and continued brushing Mephiles' head quills for him.
"How do you know?"
Sayonara sighed.
"What am I going to do with you...?"
"Well, we could always-"
"Don't even think about it!" Sayonara said, smacking Miguel at the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"And Mephiles..." Sayonara said, completly ignoring Miguel's complains.
"What is it, mommy?"
"You're gonna wear blue colored contacts when you go to school..."
"Huh?"
"Ow, come on, you heard what she said..."
"No, but why?" Mephiles asked, shoving Sayonara's hand away."I don't get it, I thought you loved my eye color!"
"I do, sweety, but-"
"But what? I can see perfectly, I have a unique eye color, why are you trying to change me?"
Mephiles...
The room was quiet for some good 2 minutes, until Mephiles couldn't take the fact that his 'mommy' was probably not gonna answer him and decided to continue the question.
"You always tell me how much you love me, and how special you think I am, why do you want to hide that against the world?"
"Licen, Meph, you're still little, you wouldn't understand..."
"Yes I would! I'm smart! And you clearly told me that I seem to understand things most 4-year-olds wouldn't!"
"Yes, but this is beyond a 4-year-old's imagination!" Miguel tried to explain, clearly knowning that Sayonara couldn't.
Mephiles...
"Putting it that way, I don't want to go to school."
"There's nothing to be negative about, Mephiles..." Sayonara said, hugging him.
"When you're older, I'll explain. I promise."
Mephiles sighed, and hugged her back.
"But don't forget, ok? We both know I have a good memory..."
"Believe me, I won't."
MEPHILES!
"WHAT-!"Mephiles snapped awake.
There was a short gray-haired human female with small amounts of wrinckles in her face in front of him, holding a ruler. He turned back and saw lots of pairs of eyes staring at him. He hadn't realize he fell asleep during the class.
"I swear,"he said,"I didn't mean too."
"Of course you didn't." The short, super skinny human female replied with an unpolite looking frown.
"You never mean to do anything."
"No, I-"
"Well, Mephiles, if you think you're so smart that you don't actually need to pay attention during my class, why don't you be the next one to show your 'I am' poem?"
"Miss, I never said that-"
The teacher placed a finger over her thin lips, showing him that she didn't wanted to hear more words.
"Just do it."
Mephiles hesitated,grabbed his paper from the desk, stood up, and made his way towards the front of the class.
He looked through the poem one last time.
"Miss,"he said,"I think my poem is too private, may I refuse?"
"Well, if you want an F and for me to call your parents and tell them that this is the 3rd time this month you sleep during the class then, yes, you can refuse."
"Never mind..." he muttered and took long breath.
I am me, I, and myself
I wonder why I feel so special, being told clearly by many that I'm worthless
I hear laughter throught the long hallways, I hate it, yet I wished I could laugh that way
I see a strange creature when I look in the mirror, he looks nothing like me
I want to know my purpose in life
I am me, I, and myself
I pretend to ignore all the insults, but I'm clearly crying inside
I feel as if I've been through this much hatred before, but that thought isin't crystal clear
I touch the soft petals of flowers, and take them off 'cuz they're too colorful
I worry that the world would close up on me, but I believe it already did
I cry outta too much confusion, and possibly envy as well
I am me, I, and myself
I understand that I'm not perfect, but that dosen't mean everyone else is
I say 'I hate you' through a frown, which I do often
I dream of myself being trap in darkness, maybe my dreams mean something
I try to be happy with myself, but it's not easy when you have nothing
I hope to find the way out outta all of this, and to perhaps leave my footprint in the world
I am me, I, and myself
Mephiles' gray cheeks took on a rosy pink tone as he finished the last line.
There was a pause of silence, until it was broken by the teacher herself.
She smiled kindly at Mephiles and clapped her hands.
"You did good, child, very good."She said, as Mephiles made his way back to his seat with his head down.
3:10pm...
Mephiles took a short-cut to his house, not only in hopes of avoiding neighboorhood dogs, but he didn't wanted to find any familiar faces making comments on his poem. Which, although was made from pure honesty and his dark feelings towards life, he hated it like Hell.
And why would he go walking to his house? Well, first of all, there isin't an official bus for his street, that's way. And second, where in the world are his parents gonna affort to pay $5 of gasoline every day just to send their child to school? Not on this one, that's for sure.
"Mom?"He said, as he opened the door.
Silence.
He went directly to the bathroom. And started taking off his blue contacts in front of the mirror.
"Stupid things..."he muttered.
Miguel peeked thruough the door's corner.
"Need help?" he offered.
"Nah, I can do it myself..."
"You know, you're quite independent for your age..."
"Well, I need to take care of myself by myself at some point in life."
"Had a bad day?"
"Naw, just about average..."he said, as he finally took the second one off.
"See? I told you I could do it myself."
Miguel smiled.
"C'mon, tell me about your 'average day' you were saying."he said, making his way to the small living room.
Mephiles hesitated to follow.
"Daddy, I don't want to talk about my day..."
"Huh? But, why-"
"'Cuz I want talk about something else."
Miguel sat in the couch.
"What is it?"
"I had a dream today, that reminded me of a promise you guys made me..."
Miguel looked conserned with this.
"Continue."
Mephiles took a deep breath.
"My mom promised me she was gonna tell me why I should wear those things. It's been...uh, 3 years maybe? I don't know, but when are you two gonna tell me?"
Miguel shook his head.
"I never promised anything..."
"Well, yeah, but-"
"How do you remember this anyway?"
"I fell asleep on the class and-"
"You fell asleep during the class?"
"No, I mean, yes, but-"
"Licen...maybe you should just settle this with your mom. She'll probably come late today, so keep it for some other day."
Mephiles bit his lip.
"Fine."
Miguel stood up.
"Well, you can eat the sandwhich that's on the table, I'm going outside."he said, shutting the door behind.
Mephiles looked at the table and grabbed the penut butter sandwhich.
He held it close to his mouth then stopped.
He looked down at himself, then at the sandwhich again, then threw it in the trash can.
Oh, God, well, that took long.
And btw, the 'I am' poem was something I actually did do in class. You needed to start with these words:
I am
I wonder
I hear
I see
I want
I am
I pretend
I feel
I touch
I worry
I cry
I am
I understand
I say
I dream
I try
I hope
I am
And then get creative and add whatever stuff you think about yourself that should go there.
And there, you just did a poem.
Mephy's poem sounded quite darkish, but believe me, the one I wrote about myself in class was also. Only...not as much.
And I SO hoped you people liked this chapter,'cuz more than likely, you won't be hearing from me in a week.
Sooo...bye! Long live Mephiles the Dark!=D