An Old Story: For Nataly... Chapter IV: Going Out Tonight

She wore my clothes! Man, she needs to keep dressing as a dude.

I pictured her again and thought hard of Nataly wearing a ACDC shirt, with black boys pant and blue flames licking the pants in random spots.
It was to much. I started laughing outloud. The thought was… strange and hilliarios. Tears of laughter spilled out. I must have laughed-cried myself to sleep because in, what seemed to be seconds, I awoke with a loud crash. The sound of metal clashing with metal. It was like a bell the size of a human ringing inside.

I was shivering and I opened my eyes. Then wincing as the sunlight stabbed my eyes again. Curse you sun! “Good morning sleepy head! You ready to go spend the day with me, or with your pillow?” It wasn’t my mom. First of all my mom wouldn’t be that cheery and second, the voice was young and it was beautiful. I put one hand above my eyes so see the perseon standing in front of me.

Nataly. Man my mind was good, this is just another dumb dream. “Let me sleep.” I moaned into the pillow. The pillow was cold and that is what I liked. But I heard a sigh and I felt a hand on my shirt and I felt nails scratch my back. Then I was thrown out of bed. “Aww.” THUMP. I laid curled in a ball, looking a Nataly.

“Wake up, we have a whole day in front of us.” Nataly moaned. I struggled to my feet. Slipping on the sheet that was stangled around me. “I will wait outside of your door while you get dress and don’t go back to sleep, I don’t want to ring the pan again.” She whispered.

In her hand was a metal pan and a huge metal spoon. She walked away, dressed a skirt of pure white and a white tank top. Her green stripped hair was gone and was replaced by a pure chocalate like color, with a few highlights. In other words, she was…hot.

I walked out my door. Wearing a buttoned shirt of pure black with weird symbols all of over it in small font sized, in the color of grey. She looked at me from head to toe and then gave me a approved smile. When she smiled, my heart started pounding hard and I felt heat flush my face. She giggled and I blushed even harder. I let her walk down first. Had to be a gentleman. Then, halfway down the steps, she turned around and motioned for me to hurry up. I ran down the steps and jumped the last steps. I looked up to her. It felt ‘Promish’ to look at her, so beautiful and still giggling with laughter at the way I travled down stairs.

But instead of walking the rest of the way down, she hopped onto the bar of the stairs and slid down it, making a “Wee!” sound, something a little kid would do. I smirked at her. The I whispered, “good one.”

We slapped high fives and we walked out of the front room door. Not realsizing we set off the door alarm and that we awoke my mom and dad.

We were outside and we were walking down the street. I stopped and looked at her. “Where are we going to go?”

“Where are feet take us. This is our day and it will be one of our best.” She said, showing her nice brace face smile. I looked at her and somehow are hands snaked to each other and we were walking down the road to “where ever are feet take us.



This was the best thing about a Saturday. No school, free time and nice weather.

It was ten in the afternoon and Nataly and I sat in the middle of town square. In a grassy area near a old court. The court’s bell was chiming loudly and it reminded me when Nataly just woke me up about two hourse ago. She held her Rocky Road ice cream by the top of the cone, licking smoothly, enjoying the cold sensatation. I looked down at my almost finished mixed Vanilla and Chocalate ice cream. My waffle cone was almost gone. I apparently enjoyed a quick, chilling, brain feeze sensatition. Don’t ask why, brain freezes (to me) were fun to have. It makes my eyes pop out.

Nataly looked at me and sighed down at my low amount of ice cream. “Why do boys eat their food way to fast?” she asked curiously.

“You think I would know?” I said, shocked.

“Well you are a boy.” She in a matter fact way.

“I am quite aware that I am a boy and I have no idea. My reason is that I like the feel of your head becoming ice cold that it hurts.” I stated to her.

“Oh. How can anyone not like the brain freeze?”

“I just like it some how. How about you give it a try? I sware you will like it.”
She looked at me surprised then she took a huge bite of her ice cream. Then she seemed okay. Then she moaned and she handed me her ice cream. The put her hands to her forehead and started rubbing her temples. I chuckled and she threw me a dirty look. I laughed out loud and she shook her, seeming to get rid of the cold attack.

She wacked me behind the head and then she started laughing. Then she stopped. She looked at me and said, “Hey, I started laughing and the brain freeze stopped.”

“You have to think ‘mind over matter’ or do something else. Like laughing.” I humored. Then she laughed out loud and we both started laughing.

We laid our heads on the great lawn and I pulled out my ipod. I motioned my ear phone to her and she grabbed it. She slipped it into her ear. I flipped through the playlist. I stopped at Coldpaly: Viva La Vida. I clicked play and it started playing. I put the ear piece in my ear and the sound of music engulfed me. Nataly seemed to like because she was making her foot tap and I heard her singing along to the song but very quietly.

This was almost perfect. The weather, the ice cream, the music, Nataly, the shade of the tree behind us. I sighed and looked up at the sky hen back to Nataly. Her bright, saphaire eyes were looking at me and she blinked and sighed. Chocalate, Vanilla, and Rocky Road collided and the next thing I knew was the I was listening to the end of Viva La Vida and my lips were touching hers. It was a strange feeling.

I guess because I was used to the old lady across my street giving me a peck on the cheek and sometimes on the lips or was it that I wasn’t forcing it. I pulled away from her. The kiss must have been days or months because the song Hey Hey was on, by Superchicks. She looked at me and we stood up and we walked off to the closest store. Hoping the rest of the day shows off.

The town square was small as in not even a mile wide and acrss. They had mini malls named Mini Mall I and II. Two completely different stores. Nataly and I walked into the first mini mall, hoping to find something cute or cool. I looked up and down the shelves and she was behind me, holding my hand and gasping every few seconds that she came acorss a Rebel like object.

We looked for about ten mintues then we walked into the kidish section. There was stuff from baby cribs to video games like Nintendo 64 and the first version of Nintendo game system. They were marked both fifteen dollars and if you got both of them you can have them for twenty dollars flat. There wasn’t anything I wanted but I saw Nataly pick up a gituar that had a price tag on it. It was ninety percent off.

The oringal price read eight hundred and thirty five dollars. There was big slash across the number and below it read: eighty three dollars and fifty cents. I looked at her and she pleaded with a puppy dog face.

I sighed and nodded and she ran over to me and kissed my cheek. I pulled out my wallet to check how much I had. There was only six twenties. I sighed and pulled five twenties out. This meant I had to go over to Ms. McNeil after this to work for her.

Nataly twanged the gituar and it sounded as if angles of rock came from it. She smiled and she said excitedly, “It sounds wonderful!”

“It does. Can you play any good songs? Like Iron Man or Wanted Dead or Alive?”

“No. But I know how to play Smoke on the Water and American Idoit.”

“Sweet.” I said happily.

We walked up to the clerk. A man in his twenties and with red hair growing from his chin. He looked at me and then he looked at Nataly. Then he looked at the price tag.

He motioned for the gituar lazily and Nataly handed it over. The clerk, his name tag read Seth, picked up a sharpie and wrote on the back. 100% off clearence. He motioned me out and then gave it back to Nataly.

I was stunned and Nataly seemed to be jumping off of the world with joy when we got out of the store. She pulled back the strap that was tapped the back of the gituar and pulled it around her. The strap had little skulls all over it in deep red and it had on the back (it just had to have it) the words “Rebel Rocker”.

She pulled me over to the next Mini Mart and we walked in there. But before we entered, Nataly looked at me, kissed me and then said, “maybe they might have a gituar for you too?”

{Buddy Ledwidge Tale} Chapter 5: Being Shot, They Pay the Price!

My legs were burning, the truck was coming closer. The roar was growing and it was the only thing making me run harder. The bag had really slowed me down.

I chance a glance behind me and saw the car about a football field's length away from me and gaining. Sweat was falling from my face too fast. Like rain from the sky.

The roar of an engine and a honk sounded and i was thrown into the air, a sharp pain in my back. The sensation of flying was great, then i made contact with ground. But this wasn't ground.

*BANG!* A blast sounded and my leg was full biting sharp burst of agony. I screamed! There was another blast and there was an sound of bullets of metal. I touched my leg and hissed in agony. I looked at my hand, it was mostly covered with blood. I leaned against the side of the truck and looked at my leg. It was a big blob of red goo spilling out.

I grabbed the gun that had fired. I looked at it. I unloaded it. The one thing that was on mine was that i hoped that the bullets that sunk into my leg were lead.
-No Lead.

I sighed, but all that came out was a hiss and a groan. I tried to stand up, but a harsh wave of blood and pain swept over the shot leg and into my spinal cord. The pain was unbearable. Why do people make guns when they so fucking hurt!

I punched the tailgate down and i slid pass the it. I sort of fell to the ground when i reached the end of the gate. I grasped the side and tried to move.

Then truck gone to a complete stop and the hell prisoners were whooping and doing little happy dances. Probably saying, "Ya, we killed we a kid because we are so damn drunk!"

I went around near the driver's side. I looked back in the truck. The gun was still there and i could use it for support. Persuading support. I groped for it and i grabbed the butt of the gun. My finger immediately went over to the safety-
FYI: Safety, ninety percent of the time, they will work.
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I tapped the driver's door and i heard a yell of fear.

My back was hurting from where i was struck, and i was feeling dizzy. I was swaying left to right but i kept my eye on the prize.
"Get out the car Asshole. Or i swear to god i will blow your head!" I said with pain, anger, and as icy i could make it. They deserved to die, here and now.

I heard the click of seat belts moving and i saw the other moving around.
"Don't you dare, keeping the gun pointed at the driver and my eyes on the person moving slowly around. Ready to tackle me. "Get your ass on the ground now!"

I was still shocked that i was still standing.
They fell to the ground.
"Throw me the keys, NOW!" i shrieked at them.

I saw the keys fly into the air. I reached out my right hand and grabbed them. I opened the car door. I turned on the engine. It roared to life.

Things were losing focus for me. I had to get home fast. I pulled out. I had never driven a car. Unless you count those arcade games.

I heard in the distance the sound of police cars.
Goodbye, school. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, Bastards!
{Chapter 6 coming soon}

Quote for the story: The person who strikes first never gets caught. The second will always be caught.

{Buddy Ledwidge Tale} Chapter 4: After Freedom

I was finally free, but i felt... lonely.

I was halfway home and yet , i have had a huge target on my back . Collage drop outs think it is really funny to try and hit a stray kid. I was flushed in the face and body reeked of the smell of sweat. I guess it was a great thing that i got water at school. If i hadn't , i would probably have to reduced to drink my own urine (which is the best thing to drink if you have no water an no other liquid.) and don't think "Eww!" as i just explained, it is dead helpful. But... nasty taste.

Would you rather die or drink your own urine if you knew that you were about to die and not very far away from a place were water is always there? Yeah urine would be best. (Sorry, talking about it is kind of freaking me.)

I had to stick close to the highway to navigate my way home. But i was sure i had made one mile, being on the track team and running five miles everyday. My house was three miles away and yet i have been out of school for one hour. Ugh. This was going to take forever!

I arms were hurting from the weight of the bag. I stopped to relax. Why did this have to happen. I barely even remembered why i left school. What was everyone i left behind thinking of at this time? Probably, Where's Buddy?

I took off the bag and laid it one the ground. Then i sat on it. It wasn't cozy like furniture from Lazy-Boy or Rooms-To-Go. But it was still something. I felt what i was sitting on. It was regtangular and hard.

I pulled the bag out from under me and reached in to what i was sitting on. My hand made contact with the object and i pulled it out.

It was (it always was) a book. Richard's book. A stab of pain hit me and without even forcing it. A tear fell from my face. Or maybe it was just sweat.
I opened the book to the first page and in ink was signed "Dear Richard, Hope you enjoy my book and beware of Dark World. H.J. Ralles."

Here in my hands was proof that richard did live.

I bent my head shaking. There was a whoosh! Then a breaking of glass and some liquid made contact with my face. I looked ahead of me and saw a broken beer bottle. I looked around for the scource. A car was near me and a man rolled down his window.

He must be in his seventeens or something like that. But he was grinning and luaghing. I looked at him with confussion and words came from the Drivers side and the driver's head popped out of the sun roof.

"Ronnie? Did you get him? Did you hit the runaway?" he asked with amusment in his voice.

They were trying to hit me? Why?

"No! You move the car to fast! How am i suppose to hit him at sixity miles per hour?" said the guy Ronnie, anger in his voice.

"I was driving only thirty-five! So don't yell at me!" snapped the driver.

I picked up a rock from the ground. I stood up, anger filling my veins. Being hit by cars was one thing but beer bottles? They are dead!

The driver and his buddy didn't miss my movements and i heard the guy named Ronnie yell to his friend to "MOVE!" and the car roared to life.
I took aim. Then chucked it. I turned around before i heard the sound of glass breaking and shreiks of anger peirce the air.

I looked around and saw the truck turn around and seem to charge at me.
"Oh shit! Son of a Bitch!" i groaned.

I ran with book and instrument in my hand. Leaving the bag behind.

Jackie Nyte [Resistance] - Part IV

V is four right? I forgot, thanks Kyle. I fixed it lol

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I showed the brothers around. Skylar kept to himself but Skye was all talk. I studied their schedules, they had all my classes. Scary... and suspicious. I showed them the cafeteria, the locker rooms, the library, their lockers, and the patio outside.

It only took twenty minutes really. The thing that took up most our time was the stairs. Skye complain "This is impractical! I can't possible do this all week. Skylar didn't complain, he seemed to be wrapped up his world or just memorizing all the classes and halls. I couldn't tell, it was just a strange look in his eyes.

"Were going back to P.E?" Skylar asked, he's back with us. I nodded and shoved them both into the nearest empty class. "Wha-" Skye started as he fell onto his hands. I locked the door behind us and raised a hand to my mouth, silencing him.

Synile was here. Somewhere. Everywhere, if possible. The class lights blinked on and off before shutting off completely. I went down on my knees and crawled towards the two suprised boys. "Stay very... very quiet." I hissed.

Something grabbed me and hauled me back onto my feet. I let out a squeal as I was slammed into the wall... again. Synile must enjoy slamming innocent people into walls repeatedly to annoy them.

I heard one of the boy gasp, Skye probably. I was half knocked out when the lights turned on and I saw Skye looming over me with a worried expression and Skylar lunging towards Synile.

Knew those boys were different.

I woke up in the nurses office. Skylar was there. I couldn't see Skye. "What happened?" I grunted and sat up, more appropriately tried. "I don't know. You fainted when your head hit the board." He lied.

I couldn't remember anything before. Classroom, crawling, and bang. Thats all I remembered. "Oh, okay. Where's Skye?"

"Went to class to tell what happened. Nurse let me stay since I already missed halfed the day here." He answered leaning back on his comfortable looking chair. "Sorry about that, you didn't have to." I answered back, honestly.

He looked me straight in the eyes, "I know. But Skye would kill me if I let our 'cute tour guide' alone in the 'evil nurses lair'. He also used bigger words I can't seem to remember." He grinned. I laughed.

They're not that bad.

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Not very long...

Lions go RAWR! Well I'm bored. :p Byez~

Marely and Me

I know this isn't a story, but this is a good book and it is being put into a movie.

Jackie Nyte [Resistance] - Part III

Study hall finished and we all meet up again for P.E. Jenny and I went to the girls locker room and the boys went to theirs. Jenny kept sending me worried glances the whole time. I slipped on a loose tshirt and the basketball shorts I bought for myself. Jenny was dressed similar but her shorts were bright purple and mine were bright blue.

The boys were already on the bleachers with other students. I saw the french exchange student I helped out last year their being bullied and swiftly made my way over. Jenny smiled and made her way to the boys were looking at me weirdly.

"Hey guy! What's going on?" I grinned placing my hand on the closest boy, Keno Garcia, a kid in my social studies class. I recongized the taller boy as Greg Rodgers, the goaly for the boys soccer team. Greg groaned "Nothin Jack. Nothing at all. Were just helping Michelle with her english, right babe?"

Michelle looked pleadingly at me and nodded. I kneed Greg and pushed him into Keno. They tumbled onto the floor. "What have I told you two? In this school, it's all good. We all are friends. Got it?"

They stayed silent and got themselves up before turning away and jogging towards their friends. I put my hand around Michelle "You ok Mich?"

"Yes, oui. Merci Jacky. Thank you!" she mumbled half her words coming out in french. I giggled and she grinned. "So! Salut Jack! Ca va? How you doing today?"

"Pas mal! Not bad at all. Your english is getting better. How come you haven't been in this class before?" I asked smiling and walking us toward the others. "Ah, I transfered. I could not take technologi. It was dificultt."

"Haha, yes it is." I answered. I had technology and hated it. Jenny saw us first. "Michelly! Comment ca va?" she practiced the phrase of how are you that I taught her. Michelle giggled.

"Comme ci comme ca. So-so. Et toi? And you?" she answered. I let them french-english chat. Brian threw his head back "Jackie... I'm bored... when's the teach-"

Mr. Roca walked in on the second. He was a buff built dude, people called him Mr. Steroids. He chewed loudly on his gum too. I thought it was more annoying than a girly scream.

He grunted "Alright twerps. Listen up, today a mile for each of you. After were playing dodge ball got it?" Everyone groaned, I sighed. Mr. Roca called me up, Jack Night! Get your butt over here!"

I was groaning, thinking he was going to make me run an extra mile for what happened last week. I accidentally threw the bat at his head while batting on the baseball field. I walked up to him when I noticed the two shadow behind him.

"Jack, this is Skylar and Skye Deviant. I want you to show 'em around, or you'll be running all period... and the next." He walked of leaving me with the two strangers. I let out a sigh and turned to them.

First thing I noticed was that they were twins. Skye was about my height, just a few centimeters shorter than my five feet seven inches. Skylar was taller, about six feet maybe, and skinny. Suprising on how boys grow so tall when they're fourteen-sixteen. Shockly really.

What was even more weird, was they're hair colors. Skye's was an amazing bright green and short, his eyes were redish brown. . Skylar's was red and his eyes was the same color of his brothers hair.

Skye grinned "Hi! I'm Skye. S-K-Y-E. Deviant. D-E-V-I-A-N-T. I'm Fifteen. Your Jack right. That what Mr. Buff said. Jack. Is it short for Jacky? Or Jack with ie added at the end. My favorite colors green." I have never met a boy with talked like he did. He talked fast and with a quirky grin too. I decided I liked him.

Cute, quirky, and happy. "Charmed. I'm Jackie, with i-e but please do called me Jack. Mr. Buff, yes, he doesn't like me much. My favorite color's blue." I shared his quirky grin. When his eyes lit up, I knew he was happy. He probably wasn't understood in his old school or something, but I had this link in which I can understand all kinds of people.

His brother held out his hand "I'm Skylar. Just Skylar, no nicknames. I'm less quirky than Skye but my ego's bigger." he gave a smirk and I laughed. "Charmed."

Something about these two made me like them. A sudden connection. Like if they knew something, a dark secret but I still was drawn to them.

Oh bleh.

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Whee. Jackie's meeting up with her resistance characters o.o interesting.

I love Skye! In my mind he's like a little kid whos a good speller and likes word. Completely charming. Skylar's straightforward like his twin, but he's alot more calmer. And knows less words.

Just so you know what they boys look like:

Skye:


Skylar:


Skye looks like a girl... but its the closest to what I imagined.

Jackie Nyte [Resistance] - Part II

The morning went by like a blur. It wasn't as boring as I expected, Danny and Jenny kept me laughing and Brian kept making really bad jokes. Lunch got interesting.

Ash was drinking his milk and Brian makes another not so funny joke. Milk came out of Ashs' nose and he was laughing hysterically. Danny glared at Brian "Now you've done it. You finally made him snap. You just had to..."

Jenny and I looked at each other and laughed. Lunch went on and study hall was next. Only me and Ash had it together. Jenny went off to drama, Brian went to woodworks, and Danny skipped his technology class and came with us. His teacher wasn't there anyways.

Jen and I walked straight to the back, to our table and Danny followed along. Danny slid into the chair in front of us and took out his science binder. Jen did the same, and they started on their homeroom. I finished in class.

I zoned out suddenly. Synile appeared in my daydream.
Oh, hell no.

I groaned in frustration as he... floated/walked towards me. His hand flew out and grabbed my neck. "I told you, were everywhere."

He hissed and I was once and tossed against a wall. If he was going to kill why can't he just do it now, not just keep throwing me around. I growled as my already bruised shoulder slammed into the wall.

I got up again and looked around for a weapon. Not finding any, I knew I'd have to use my fists. "I'm just having fun Jackie-kins" he chuckled darkly "I'll see you done with later on. I just want to see how strong you are..."

I swinged my fist forward. Instead of connecting it with a jaw, I fell forward. It was like he wasn't there.

My head smacked onto the table and I sat up. Jenny and Danny shared a look and glance at me "Are you okay Jack?" Jenny asked first. Danny tilted his head, he does that when he thinks "And how'd you get that mark on your neck?"

I raised my hand to my neck and found the place where Synile grabbed me. "Er.. I don't know. And jen? I'm great, just... sleepy."

Oh just perfect. Now my nightmares are becoming reality.

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Short. Sorry. Tired.

Bye

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