Post by fullmoon on May 17, 2006 17:50:50 GMT -5
well...this would be my story....if you want to read it...it's not nearly as good as the other ones you've posted, i luffles those!!! um, please don't take my plot or chars, thank you... please enjoy it and give me comments!
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:~: One :~:
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“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood…” She hummed disdainfully, dishwater blonde hair blowing back in the slight afternoon breeze as she watched the hoodlums next door throw footballs at each other‘s heads. Her baggy brown pants had the smudge of a grass stain on one leg, and the sleeves of her hockey hoodie were pushed to her elbows. The girl was a straight A and one B+ student, a qualified ’TAGgie. ’TAG’ was a pullout session for what her school labeled as ’Talented and Gifted’ students, though this girl’s closest friend said it stood for ’Truly Adolescent Guzzlers’. This TAG session occurred once every week in place of the normal classes, always, it seemed, including at least one conversation between the teacher and the students that started at the thing they were learning about that suddenly would veer off into something so odd that no one could remember quite how they got there. For example, once they were talking about the gold rush and the Chinese gold miners, and then the discussion had delved into the great abyss of Albert Einstein’s brain.
Let us name the subject we speak of now Saki, and disregard the fact that she was not Japanese as the name suggests. She is American, but her real name is old fashioned and she rather prefers that she be called by another name, if she is to be the main character in a novel. She was called this and also LAZOW by her fore mentioned closest friend, whose name was Jasmine, called by Saki ‘Chi’, ’Jaso’, or ‘Jasomineth‘. Saki was LAZOW due to her initials and the initials of her online forum, One Wish. Jasmine was Chi because of her username on Saki’s forum, Jaso because of her name, and Jasomineth because…well, quite frankly, niether of the two knew why. The pair are looked upon by teachers as innocent, but really they know that they are insane and remotely evil. Whilst frolicking on the blacktop during recess, they exercise this trait by playing a game, the object of it seeing who can attract the most stares. They do adore this game.
Saki watched the hoodlum brothers flop to the ground, sneering at each other, apparently exhausted. She pulled away from her window to slouch onto her bed, stroking her tortoiseshell cat, who purred at the touch of her fingers. Staring at her white ceiling, the female hockey player could think of nothing more but the wish of something exciting to occur. This boring routine called daily life sucked her dry of energy. She longed for the eventful happenings that she read of in so many books to leap from the pages and challenge her. Chi would be brought long for the ride, naturally, as Chi, Saki knew, also wished for fantasy to become non fiction. “Oh I wish…” Saki murmured, her hand stopping the stroking motion on the cat’s back.
“Merr…” the cat demanded, glancing up at her human.
I might as well just wish I was an Oscar Mayer wiener… She sighed and resumed caressing the cat, eyes gently closing as light grew to dark and the stars were unveiled.
Something fuzzy flicked itself too close to Saki’s nose. Round objects were kneading her stomach, and a warm, soft, vibrating thing nested on her chest. She slowly blinked her eyes open, while rubbing her forehead, and discovered, as she thought she would, the cat.
“Patches…can I get up?” the girl scratched the side of the cat’s neck, generating more purrs. Carefully Saki hoisted Patches off of her, and proceeded to dress.
Sliding on her clunky blue and white shoes, she strolled out with a yawn for the kitchen. A chocolate croissant greeted her at the table, still waiting in its box. She pried it open and lazily chewed her prize, eyes wandering to the note displayed on the refrigerator.
Well whoopee. Saki was once again left to her own devices. In her computer expressions, wh00t. All hail the language of the comp. She flopped upon the couch and groped for the remote, flipping to the History Channel. The program didn’t interest her; she’d seen it just last week. The television was clicked off. Gulping the rest of the croissant, she swung her legs back onto the floor and retreated back up to her room.
The world watched her wordlessly, and she replied to it with a loud blast of music from her CD player. The girl hummed along as she turned her back to it and searched her pocket for the key that unlocked her box of top secret story ideas and character sketches. Feeling the cold metal of the key made a lopsided smile crack her lips, and she fitted it into the key hole.
The box opened with its familiar creak, inside revealing the scattered mess of notebook paper and pencils. Saki reached in and shifted the contents, looking for an older idea that she wanted to take back up.
She knew the box very well, better than her own self. She knew where everything went, and how it went, even though sometimes it got moved to a different spot in some of the more furious and rushed searches. It was almost as if the papers called out to her their locations so as not to be left behind. And this is how Saki could sense that there was an item in the box that was not meant to be there as she got to the left corner.
Suspicious, she stuck her other hand in, moving a few things. And there it lay; the scrap that would haunt her for years later, the scrap that would mystify her an eternity, the scrap that would meld itself into her mind and remain there through all the years she saw.
She took the alien in her hands, and read it’s scrawl aloud, “Saki…I trust that you find this safely. I know what you have wished for so many times…to live that impossible adventure that seems so far away. That wish I can answer for you…I can make it true. Grant it, send you into the ’impossible’…do trust that I write truth, for it is just that…truth. Pack your belongings and go to the park on Tuesday, precisely midnight, and we shall see what we can make real...”
Intensely shocked, she stumbled back, hitting her bed. The note fluttered from her hand and floated slowly down to the wood floor, lying face up. She stared at the words. How could she believe them? What they proposed was impossible, no matter how many times they stated that it was truth! Saki settled on the idea that it must have been intended as some sort of joke. It had to have been.
But…that writing wasn’t like the writing of anyone she knew…ah, but the joker could have easily employed someone that she’d never met to write it for them. Yet…the eerie quality of the note made it seem…
You stupid… Saki snapped at herself, You just read too much, fool! What it says cannot be achieved. Fantasy is fantasy, and you will never have that before you so that you can touch it.
Angrily she plucked the despicable paper up and stuffed it in her trash can, not before crumpling it in rage. With a satisfying clunk, Saki slammed her box shut without taking the papers she’d wanted. The key was shoved deep into the pocket of her jeans. Her hand was half way out when the reality struck her. She stood swaying back and forth, the only sound the soft words of the CD. That little gold key was always kept on her. Her box could not be opened without it. So if she had the little piece of metal, how could anybody be able to put the alien in?
Patches entered with a mew, rubbing on her human’s legs. Saki stroked her, staring at her trash can, which stared back. The paper was in there. With perhaps the instructions for a bit of excitement, a bit of danger. All she had to do was take it back out and pack her bag…
The cat purred when she was picked up, and demanded back in the comfort of Saki’s arms when she was set down on the bed. She held her tail high and meowed impatiently. Saki didn’t listen, for once. She advanced on the barrel of rubbish.
Saki bent down.
Opened her hand.
Grasped the paper.
Stood tall and uncrumpled it.
Read the scrawl again.
And smiled.
Now, Saki was convinced, the invitation actually could get her into something extraordinary. So she hauled her good book bag upstairs and emptied it into her spare one, as it would be taking the other’s place at school on Monday and Tuesday. It would be better to have a sturdy bag for her…whatever she was getting herself into.
She suffered through drab classes on Monday, her only entertainment the note that she passed back and forth with one of her friends. Tuesday was a disappointment, though it was a TAG day. There was a sub in place of the usual teacher, and not just any substitute, but the most despised substitute in the history of all the substitutes to walk the halls of Saki’s school. Her name is a name so vile and wretched that we must not pollute these pages with it. Saki whispered to Jasmine, as the sub droned on.
“Chi!” she hissed, poking her most cherished companion in the side, “Hey, Chi!”
Jasmine winced, poking back. “What, you twit?”
“There’s something you have to know! Like really soon!” Saki licked her lips, itching to alert Jasmine about the note she’d received in her box. Perhaps she could make some sense out of it with Chi helping her.
“No, really? I could tell…” came the sarcastic reply. “Can’t it wait? I don’t wanna get caught.”
She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t want to miss this wonderful talk by your favorite teacher ever…”
Another sharp poke was dealt to Saki’s stomach, in the worst tickle spot. She struggled to keep a straight face. Chi looked up at her sternly. “Huh uh, can’t miss this show… Tell me already, then!”
With a broad grin, Saki began an abridged telling of her discovery. She was a bad enough whisperer to start with, and the excitement in her voice didn’t help. “So,” she asked as she finished, “What do think it is? Is it real…? Should…should I go?”
Jasmine looked down at her desk, fiddling with her pencil. “This calls for an ultra chat sheet, I think…” she murmured, tearing a paper from her notebook and labeling it ’Chihiro’s and LAZOW’s Ultra Chat Sheet #5’. She scribbled a note quickly and folded it, pushing it to Saki.
CHI: Guess, LAZOW, guess.
Eh? She wrote back:
LAZOW: Ummm… -scratches head- Whadda heck am I guessing for?
They scratched like this back and forth every class they had together, but this Chat Sheet would be the one to beat them all, as the words continued.
CHI: Okay fine…you aren’t even gonna get it right…there’s not a chance you will… It’s too impossible to just guess…but I like taunting you, so guess! -tongue-
LAZOW: Grrrr…telleth me, baka!
CHI: Hey, I’m not an idiot!!
LAZOW: Yes you are, you said it yourself earlier…you said, and I quote, “Oh, how could I forget my book, I am such an idiot, such a baka!” Oh, just forget it and tell me!
CHI: Oh…I remember… So yeah. About this creepy note business, right?
LAZOW: Duh!
CHI: Yeah…anyway, um…I…I kinda found one of those on my desk on Sunday. And I have no idea what to do…
LAZOW: OMG. SERIOUSLY?! Are you gonna trust it?! ’Cause I’ll do whatever you do!!
CHI: Argh, but what should I do? What should we do?
Saki stared at the paper and reread all that they had written, not doubting a second that Chi was lying. Chi didn’t lie. Especially not to her friends. What should they do? That was the question, now, wasn’t it?
She pressed her pencil down, snapping the lead. Growling, she inserted a new piece and let the point rest in place a minute as she pondered. Jasmine was watching her, head cocked a touch, eyes worried, as were Saki’s.
The letters were formed slowly, surely.
LAZOW: Let’s do it, Chi. This could be our only chance. Either it’s the biggest mistake of our young lives, or the best decision anyone has ever had the guts to make. After all…our introduction is ’We are LAZOW and Jaso, a comical pair of ordinary beings searching for something more’, isn’t it? Stand by who we are, how we think…believe!
Saki watched Jasmine’s expression as she read the answer. Her lips cracked into a grim, undeterred smile.
CHI: It’s set then, LAZOW. I’ll see you at midnight. No backing down, no turning back.
Like a wax seal closing an envelope, the bell rang, signaling that the day was over. LAZOW and Jaso folded Ultra Chat Sheet #5 together, and flew from the room wordlessly.
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:~: One :~:
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“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood…” She hummed disdainfully, dishwater blonde hair blowing back in the slight afternoon breeze as she watched the hoodlums next door throw footballs at each other‘s heads. Her baggy brown pants had the smudge of a grass stain on one leg, and the sleeves of her hockey hoodie were pushed to her elbows. The girl was a straight A and one B+ student, a qualified ’TAGgie. ’TAG’ was a pullout session for what her school labeled as ’Talented and Gifted’ students, though this girl’s closest friend said it stood for ’Truly Adolescent Guzzlers’. This TAG session occurred once every week in place of the normal classes, always, it seemed, including at least one conversation between the teacher and the students that started at the thing they were learning about that suddenly would veer off into something so odd that no one could remember quite how they got there. For example, once they were talking about the gold rush and the Chinese gold miners, and then the discussion had delved into the great abyss of Albert Einstein’s brain.
Let us name the subject we speak of now Saki, and disregard the fact that she was not Japanese as the name suggests. She is American, but her real name is old fashioned and she rather prefers that she be called by another name, if she is to be the main character in a novel. She was called this and also LAZOW by her fore mentioned closest friend, whose name was Jasmine, called by Saki ‘Chi’, ’Jaso’, or ‘Jasomineth‘. Saki was LAZOW due to her initials and the initials of her online forum, One Wish. Jasmine was Chi because of her username on Saki’s forum, Jaso because of her name, and Jasomineth because…well, quite frankly, niether of the two knew why. The pair are looked upon by teachers as innocent, but really they know that they are insane and remotely evil. Whilst frolicking on the blacktop during recess, they exercise this trait by playing a game, the object of it seeing who can attract the most stares. They do adore this game.
Saki watched the hoodlum brothers flop to the ground, sneering at each other, apparently exhausted. She pulled away from her window to slouch onto her bed, stroking her tortoiseshell cat, who purred at the touch of her fingers. Staring at her white ceiling, the female hockey player could think of nothing more but the wish of something exciting to occur. This boring routine called daily life sucked her dry of energy. She longed for the eventful happenings that she read of in so many books to leap from the pages and challenge her. Chi would be brought long for the ride, naturally, as Chi, Saki knew, also wished for fantasy to become non fiction. “Oh I wish…” Saki murmured, her hand stopping the stroking motion on the cat’s back.
“Merr…” the cat demanded, glancing up at her human.
I might as well just wish I was an Oscar Mayer wiener… She sighed and resumed caressing the cat, eyes gently closing as light grew to dark and the stars were unveiled.
Something fuzzy flicked itself too close to Saki’s nose. Round objects were kneading her stomach, and a warm, soft, vibrating thing nested on her chest. She slowly blinked her eyes open, while rubbing her forehead, and discovered, as she thought she would, the cat.
“Patches…can I get up?” the girl scratched the side of the cat’s neck, generating more purrs. Carefully Saki hoisted Patches off of her, and proceeded to dress.
Sliding on her clunky blue and white shoes, she strolled out with a yawn for the kitchen. A chocolate croissant greeted her at the table, still waiting in its box. She pried it open and lazily chewed her prize, eyes wandering to the note displayed on the refrigerator.
Gone to the grocery store, be back around nine-ish. Help yourself to whatever you can find. Love you!
~Mom
~Mom
Well whoopee. Saki was once again left to her own devices. In her computer expressions, wh00t. All hail the language of the comp. She flopped upon the couch and groped for the remote, flipping to the History Channel. The program didn’t interest her; she’d seen it just last week. The television was clicked off. Gulping the rest of the croissant, she swung her legs back onto the floor and retreated back up to her room.
The world watched her wordlessly, and she replied to it with a loud blast of music from her CD player. The girl hummed along as she turned her back to it and searched her pocket for the key that unlocked her box of top secret story ideas and character sketches. Feeling the cold metal of the key made a lopsided smile crack her lips, and she fitted it into the key hole.
The box opened with its familiar creak, inside revealing the scattered mess of notebook paper and pencils. Saki reached in and shifted the contents, looking for an older idea that she wanted to take back up.
She knew the box very well, better than her own self. She knew where everything went, and how it went, even though sometimes it got moved to a different spot in some of the more furious and rushed searches. It was almost as if the papers called out to her their locations so as not to be left behind. And this is how Saki could sense that there was an item in the box that was not meant to be there as she got to the left corner.
Suspicious, she stuck her other hand in, moving a few things. And there it lay; the scrap that would haunt her for years later, the scrap that would mystify her an eternity, the scrap that would meld itself into her mind and remain there through all the years she saw.
She took the alien in her hands, and read it’s scrawl aloud, “Saki…I trust that you find this safely. I know what you have wished for so many times…to live that impossible adventure that seems so far away. That wish I can answer for you…I can make it true. Grant it, send you into the ’impossible’…do trust that I write truth, for it is just that…truth. Pack your belongings and go to the park on Tuesday, precisely midnight, and we shall see what we can make real...”
Intensely shocked, she stumbled back, hitting her bed. The note fluttered from her hand and floated slowly down to the wood floor, lying face up. She stared at the words. How could she believe them? What they proposed was impossible, no matter how many times they stated that it was truth! Saki settled on the idea that it must have been intended as some sort of joke. It had to have been.
But…that writing wasn’t like the writing of anyone she knew…ah, but the joker could have easily employed someone that she’d never met to write it for them. Yet…the eerie quality of the note made it seem…
You stupid… Saki snapped at herself, You just read too much, fool! What it says cannot be achieved. Fantasy is fantasy, and you will never have that before you so that you can touch it.
Angrily she plucked the despicable paper up and stuffed it in her trash can, not before crumpling it in rage. With a satisfying clunk, Saki slammed her box shut without taking the papers she’d wanted. The key was shoved deep into the pocket of her jeans. Her hand was half way out when the reality struck her. She stood swaying back and forth, the only sound the soft words of the CD. That little gold key was always kept on her. Her box could not be opened without it. So if she had the little piece of metal, how could anybody be able to put the alien in?
Patches entered with a mew, rubbing on her human’s legs. Saki stroked her, staring at her trash can, which stared back. The paper was in there. With perhaps the instructions for a bit of excitement, a bit of danger. All she had to do was take it back out and pack her bag…
The cat purred when she was picked up, and demanded back in the comfort of Saki’s arms when she was set down on the bed. She held her tail high and meowed impatiently. Saki didn’t listen, for once. She advanced on the barrel of rubbish.
Saki bent down.
Opened her hand.
Grasped the paper.
Stood tall and uncrumpled it.
Read the scrawl again.
And smiled.
Now, Saki was convinced, the invitation actually could get her into something extraordinary. So she hauled her good book bag upstairs and emptied it into her spare one, as it would be taking the other’s place at school on Monday and Tuesday. It would be better to have a sturdy bag for her…whatever she was getting herself into.
She suffered through drab classes on Monday, her only entertainment the note that she passed back and forth with one of her friends. Tuesday was a disappointment, though it was a TAG day. There was a sub in place of the usual teacher, and not just any substitute, but the most despised substitute in the history of all the substitutes to walk the halls of Saki’s school. Her name is a name so vile and wretched that we must not pollute these pages with it. Saki whispered to Jasmine, as the sub droned on.
“Chi!” she hissed, poking her most cherished companion in the side, “Hey, Chi!”
Jasmine winced, poking back. “What, you twit?”
“There’s something you have to know! Like really soon!” Saki licked her lips, itching to alert Jasmine about the note she’d received in her box. Perhaps she could make some sense out of it with Chi helping her.
“No, really? I could tell…” came the sarcastic reply. “Can’t it wait? I don’t wanna get caught.”
She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t want to miss this wonderful talk by your favorite teacher ever…”
Another sharp poke was dealt to Saki’s stomach, in the worst tickle spot. She struggled to keep a straight face. Chi looked up at her sternly. “Huh uh, can’t miss this show… Tell me already, then!”
With a broad grin, Saki began an abridged telling of her discovery. She was a bad enough whisperer to start with, and the excitement in her voice didn’t help. “So,” she asked as she finished, “What do think it is? Is it real…? Should…should I go?”
Jasmine looked down at her desk, fiddling with her pencil. “This calls for an ultra chat sheet, I think…” she murmured, tearing a paper from her notebook and labeling it ’Chihiro’s and LAZOW’s Ultra Chat Sheet #5’. She scribbled a note quickly and folded it, pushing it to Saki.
CHI: Guess, LAZOW, guess.
Eh? She wrote back:
LAZOW: Ummm… -scratches head- Whadda heck am I guessing for?
They scratched like this back and forth every class they had together, but this Chat Sheet would be the one to beat them all, as the words continued.
CHI: Okay fine…you aren’t even gonna get it right…there’s not a chance you will… It’s too impossible to just guess…but I like taunting you, so guess! -tongue-
LAZOW: Grrrr…telleth me, baka!
CHI: Hey, I’m not an idiot!!
LAZOW: Yes you are, you said it yourself earlier…you said, and I quote, “Oh, how could I forget my book, I am such an idiot, such a baka!” Oh, just forget it and tell me!
CHI: Oh…I remember… So yeah. About this creepy note business, right?
LAZOW: Duh!
CHI: Yeah…anyway, um…I…I kinda found one of those on my desk on Sunday. And I have no idea what to do…
LAZOW: OMG. SERIOUSLY?! Are you gonna trust it?! ’Cause I’ll do whatever you do!!
CHI: Argh, but what should I do? What should we do?
Saki stared at the paper and reread all that they had written, not doubting a second that Chi was lying. Chi didn’t lie. Especially not to her friends. What should they do? That was the question, now, wasn’t it?
She pressed her pencil down, snapping the lead. Growling, she inserted a new piece and let the point rest in place a minute as she pondered. Jasmine was watching her, head cocked a touch, eyes worried, as were Saki’s.
The letters were formed slowly, surely.
LAZOW: Let’s do it, Chi. This could be our only chance. Either it’s the biggest mistake of our young lives, or the best decision anyone has ever had the guts to make. After all…our introduction is ’We are LAZOW and Jaso, a comical pair of ordinary beings searching for something more’, isn’t it? Stand by who we are, how we think…believe!
Saki watched Jasmine’s expression as she read the answer. Her lips cracked into a grim, undeterred smile.
CHI: It’s set then, LAZOW. I’ll see you at midnight. No backing down, no turning back.
Like a wax seal closing an envelope, the bell rang, signaling that the day was over. LAZOW and Jaso folded Ultra Chat Sheet #5 together, and flew from the room wordlessly.
