This takes place in a small town not far from the RS universe, but close enough to have contact with one of the characters. This is the story of how one of my OC's meet a particular character during an assignment...who knew writing to someone would bring so much into it? I didn't! Until I wrote this that is...
*Ringing*
The bell for the school rang, telling the students its time to go home or stay for detention. I strapped my backpack on and started to head towards the door until my teacher Mrs. Morales called me back. She pointed to the desk in the front of the room, I sat down, she started to talk to me. I look at her, then look a little away so I have some room to space out. Before anything gets weird, the names Myra...I'm the class mime, I don't talk to no one except myself. I have long, curly jet black hair, I wear my favorite T-shirt that has the word dude in crumbling letters with the south park cast on the top of it, I usually wear this thing everyday since my parents are too cheap to buy me any real clothes. I would wear it for a couple days, then wash it and wear it again, I also wear casual jeans, torn on the left knee revealing a small mole on top and red converse. My eyes are a dark hazelnut and my nose is a small point, my lips aren't too big or too thin, and my eyebrows are pointed as well...kinda like those sexy eyebrows some women wished they have. Oh! And I'm 14...sadly but true, and weigh 118...but anyway back to reality.
I practically ignored the whole conversation my teacher was telling me, the only words I heard last was, "And I think this will make a great opportunity for you. Your dismissed." She waved me go to home, I gladly stand up and walk out.
The sun was setting, but I didn't care my parents were probably at work and my siblings were at my cousins house, so that means I'm left alone...again. I looked down the crosswalk, making sure no cars were going to run me over, sprinting to the other side I sit on the curb to catch my breath and move on. I just wanna go home and watch Regular Show, my favorite show of all time! The bridges light flickers on when I go under and goes off when a car zooms by, knocking the bulb to shatter on the road. Looks like some ones gonna have a flat soon. I chuckle and look up at the height of the bridge, it was just a blur of numbers but people like that should really read the height first before going under, so the top of the car won't scrape off.
At home I jump over the gate and run inside, (BTW my character loves to run.)only to be slammed into the door. Locked. Dang that hurt! I almost busted my nose, I walk to the car that held the spare key and run up to the door again, unlocking it and stepping inside, smelling the sweet air of apples in a park freshener. It was already dark, might as well watch Regular Show now. I jump on the couch and clicked the TV on, scrolling through the playlist, I click on my recorded Regular Shows and play my favorite episode "Just Set Up The Chairs". I laughed on a few parts and felt my eyes get heavy, I yawn and stretch a bit. I should really brush my teeth first...eh...I can skip a night. I yawn again and before I knew it the last thing I could see was Mordecai and Rigby doing their long victory phrase for not going to set the chairs up the next time.
I was in a room, not my room but a room...wait...I know this room...it had a couple file cabinets, a night stand, a trampoline and a TV, followed by two windows and a poster on my right. I was just sitting there...in this bed...in this room that I'm barely recognizing as the room from Regular Show. I look at my hand, it was blue with black outlines on the fingers and white ones on my wrist and up. Shocked to see at to what I was looking at, I freeze and run out the door. I close it and started to look through every door, trying to find the nearest bathroom. The door in front of me was my last choice, it creaks open and I step inside. It was the bathroom. I flick the light on and walk over to the mirror, I dropped my jaw, or whatever it is I have...
My eyes shot open and I sat up, I looked at my hand. All five fingers and peach...good. I saw that the TV was off and I was looking at my reflection the glare from the window shot at me. I clicked the TV on and pressed the info button. Oh my god! I'm gonna be late! It was 7:51, even though I get in trouble sometimes, I never like to be late, I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and sprayed my coconut fresh perfume on and ran outside, I stopped real quick and wrote a note to my parents and placed it in the door, then I sprinted towards the highschool with all my strength until I couldn't feel my legs anymore.
I reached the classroom right when the bell rings. I walk over to my regular spot in the classroom...in the way back, I pull out my pencil and notebook, barking was heard outside, I look through the window on my left and saw a dog barking his head off when an unknown delivery man was walking to the front door. Too much into the confusion I spot fingers snapping in my face, "Myra! Pay attention, did you hear what I said?" I nod, even though I had no idea what she was talking about. Mrs. Morales walks to the front of the room and straightens up. "Let me repeat this, since some people have the nerve to space out." She glares at me and some of the other students in the classroom, "I have an assignment for you today, you will be writing to people...but not just people...pen-pals!" Oh god not this crap.
"Bo-ring!" Said a blonde haired girl in the front of the class.
"Alexis Nicole Gonzalez you will keep your mouth shut until I finish my saying!" The teacher yelled.
Alexis smirks and starts to write on her desk, Mrs. Morales sighs and face palms while saying, "Anyway...you will start off by writing hello to your pen-pal, you will not know who this person is and they won't know you, but by tomorrow they will, and you will." Everyone in the class groans but I stick to doodling on my notebook...I'm drawing Mordecai and Rigby playing frisbee and Rigby's acting like a dog and catches it in his mouth, I chuckle but a bit too loud cause the teacher shoots me a horrible glare that could kill if anyone dares to stare. "Does everyone understand?" She says, some of the kids start to groan again but nod afterward. "Good...you may begin, and that includes you Alexis." Mrs. Morales yanks the marker away from her and stuffs it in her back pocket, she turns around to head to her desk but Alexis stealthily took the marker back without her noticing and starts to write on her desk again.
I look down on my doodle, it wasn't that bad, in fact...it was almost actually perfect. I tear the piece of paper out and slip it into my overly filled binder that contains too many drawings or stories of Regular Show that could literally explode someday. I'm pretty sure everyone know's I'm obsessed with it, just by looking at it. The binder was see through but I draw on that part with marker anyway. Placing the binder to the ground I fold the notebook, starting a new page for the stupid assignment we have to do, "Dear pen-pal, this is pretty much difficult to say but...I hate school and the assignments they give, I know your probably one of those kids or grown-ups that love school or work but COME ON! I mean...seriously? Why does the 9th grade always have the toughest work? But skipping that, my teacher wants me to write about myself to you, and you write to me...I think that's...well...you know...anyway I'm Myra, 14 yrs old, likes to draw and write blah, blah, blah...write back I guess." I finish off with a few drawings, Mordecai in the front and Rigby in the back, I walk up to the front desk and hand Mrs. Morales the paper, she made a surprised look at me, but smiled. I'm guessing she's finally seeing that I'm actually working, "Thank you." She says quietly, she pushes back some of her brown hair behind her ear and told me to sit down until school was over. School was only 2 hours long over here, but to me that's like a whole 8 hours of normal school. I sigh and doodle some more in my notebook, starting off with a circle as always, but then erasing, I couldn't concentrate. I was halfway done with Mordecai's arm until I heard giggling on my right.
I turn to look at Breanna...the school whore, she's been with so many guys, I practically lost count, first it was Zachary then Marcus then Carlos then Christian then Zachary again then Matthew then Cip then...I could feel my eyes roll just for thinking of them all. And there's still some more but I decided not to think of them either or else my brain will explode. A spit ball was launched on my paper of Mordecai, I gasp and give Breanna and her new boyfriend an evil stare, she laughs while the guy waves his fingers at me, Breanna elbows him and crosses her arms, she stands up and walks over to another boys desk and sits on his lap.
*Ringing*
I sighed and walked out of the classroom first, I glance at the teacher before leaving, she seems to be eyeing my paper with a big grin, she licks the envelope and seals it shut and places them with all of the other envelopes. I walk out and ran down the halls, I was almost to the exit until a leg got in my way. I fall and bite the floor hard, I turned over and moved my hair out of the way. It was Alexis and her gang, Rebeka was one of them. She had long orange pointed hair and wore the same thing Alexis did...a red plaid skirt with a white shirt up top. Alexis loops an arm around Rebeka and she loops an arm around Breanna. They are the most horrible jerks you would have ever met. I tried to get up but my pants tore on the bottom from when I fell, they were caught to my converse. I untied them and ran out bare foot, I wanted to cry but I had to be strong, what would Mordecai and Rigby do if they saw them do that to me? Mordecai would probably have beaten the crud out of their boyfriends for some reason and Rigby wouldn't care if they were girls or not, he would tear their shirts and skirts, scratch their perfect faces, break their perfect nails, he wouldn't care at all.
At home I lay on the couch and cringe my eyes, trying not to cry from the excruciating pain from when I fell, or the horrible embarrassment I witnessed when everyone was laughing and pointing at me. I race to the bathroom and scrub my teeth harshly, and the same to my hair. It hurt a bit but I let go of my anger after watching more Regular Show episodes. At some point during the episode "A bunch of baby ducks" I would pause and rewind when Mordecai and Rigby beat the crud out of the driver, just to get their baby ducks back. I can imagine myself as one of those baby ducks, they fight to save me and my brothers lives just so they can hangout with us, and maybe even hug up on us for being too cute. I smile and let the episode finish while drifting off to sleep...then a thought popped up. I wonder who my pen-pal is? Mrs. Morales was looking at my paper funny...but what for? I made questioning expressions while still asleep. You know...why does Alexis have to be a total bitch? If I was in the RS universe Mordecai and Rigby would protect me no matter what happened...
*For some reason at school*
We were working on some random paper, but I finished mine in no time. I pretty much guessed on them, the teacher didn't care, just so long as I did something. I was doodling again except this time, it had a horrible looking girl with scrunched up hair and sharp teeth attacking a poor innocent little girl curled up underneath the legs of the Regular Show duo, Mordecai had a shovel while Rigby had the sucky pickaxe. I added some bubbles to signify what they were saying.
Rigby: Dude I wanted the shovel!
Mordecai: Their exactly the same!
Rigby: Then why don't you use the pickaxe?
Mordecai: Pfft, I'm not using the sucky pickaxe.
Rigby: *Gasp* SEE!
I laugh a little but was interrupted by an envelope sliding onto my paper. Mrs. Morales winked at me and walked off. I look at the envelope, it says "Don't open me until I say." on the back, I turn it over and look at the front, it didn't have an address to where it was from, but it was to me from "Pen-pal." The teacher clears her throat and she announces, "Now your probably wondering what these are..." "Um, HEL-LO! It says from pen-pal in the front retard!" "Go to the office Alexis..." "But..." "NOW!" "Whatever, I never wanted to be in here anyway, come on girls." She waves for the other girls to follow, and they do...idiots.
The teacher clears her throat again and says, "These are letters from your pen-pals." Our letters get here much faster than they do over in those other countries, lucky us... "Now I want you to open your envelopes and write them back for homework, bring them to me tomorrow and I will ship them out as quick as I can, as I can tell by your expressions..." Everyone in the class was either asleep or minding their own business, except for me and this really smart girl named Adriana. "...that your determined to write them back, begin!"
I rip open my envelope and pull the letter out, it was green with half good handwriting on it, at the top left corner it had a small tree and underneath it was a name, it said "Quintel Park." Quintel park? What kind of park is named that? I read the rest of the letter in my head, "Dear Myra, I don't blame you for hating school and what not, I hate working too. Sometimes I just wanna take a long break and rest awhile, hanging with my bro, drinking joe, the whole works! But since I'm stuck working here I might as well have someone long distance to talk to. I'm tired of talking with my normal buds, so I decided to sign up on this pen-pal crap and see what happens. I'm 23 yrs old, I like to play video games and hang around with my friends...oh! And I saw those pictures that you drew of me and my friend, pretty sweet dude...you know...I'm actually thinking me and you will be great friends too, maybe some day you could hang around with us at Quintel Park if you want. Your pen-pal..." I look at the name and covered my mouth, considering I don't talk anyway, I'm afraid I might shriek with joy, or shock...it said, "...Mordecai Bluejay."
Now I understand the part when he said about the pictures of him and his friend, I'm guessing Rigby is his friend. Why didn't I notice this before? Like at the first sentence or something! When he says bro, dude, joe! I should've realized it sooner! I face palm and fold the paper into my binder, which is still probably going to explode someday.
*Ringing*
I run home, as fast as I can. Once inside and alone...like always...I start to work on my letter to Mordecai...but what should I write? I can't just write him, oh I've seen you on television and I know everything about you and everybody there! Especially you guys' personal life too! No, that would sound stupid...maybe, um... an idea popped in my head, "Dear Mordecai, I am totally thinking the same thing about you and me being long distance pals! We should hang out some time dude. How much money do you think it will be for me to fly over there? I'm kinda broke." I erased that part out, realizing that on the show they were broke too. I ran into my parents room and pulled out a small suitcase from the dresser, it clicked open slowly, I pushed it off and grabbed a butt-load of cash, probably about 3,000 bucks inside. This was emergency money, just in case if one of the family members died we would have this to cover up the incident. But the way I work it, I keep the money cause nobody really cares about me or the people that die in our family cause usually their just steps who are real douches. Besides they probably have another 3,000 or so locked away somewhere. I walk back to my room and sit next to the letter, I read it over and doodled all over it, except I tried to make it more realistic. Coloring it in with all different textures, fiddling with the cap of my eraser I thought of how it looked...the doodles were perfect. I tucked the money away to where no one can find it, set the paper down on the dresser, and waited for the next day to be over with...
Pretty long...but I was just thinking, I needed to start adding some of my OC's...even though I am a total Mordecai/Rigby type. This is just an experiment, chapter 2 coming soon...review please. :^)