So take a seat.
Get comfertable.
This will be long.
Julian was always a very small boy who came to America with no friends at all. Being the youngest, also the smallest boy in class, he was always picked and teased on a lot. Sadly, Julian couldn't do anything so he never let it get to him. Although they made fun of his English, Julian knew how to speak it very fluently, along with understanding it as if it was his first language. Finally, a few boys made Julian cry by hitting him in the head to many times. Not only that, they threw his backpack over the fence where the old crazy man lived. Kicking dirt and throwing mud at him, Julian could do nothing but cry in front of every. They all laughed. Nothing more, just laughed at the poor boy sitting on the ground with mud all over his face and clothes.
Until she came up to stop everyone. Emily, a grade below Julian, stepped up and pushed the next kid that kicked Julian to the ground. Emily was the more popular girl and everyone loved her. Knowing this, no one would go against her.
"Stop picking on him!" she shouted at the kids as they all moved away from her. "It's okay, don't cry. I scared them away." She gave him a hug as she pulled him up to his feet. Because she was a few inches taller than him, she had thought he was a grade below her. "You're in the first grade?"
"..." Julian kept quiet.
"Come on, I'll take you to your teacher," she said with this most innocent smile anyone could ever imagine. "Who's your teacher? Miss Lucket, Miss Bryan, or Mr. D?"
"..." Julian kept quiet.
"Um... the Farm Lady? The Big Lady? Or the Super Tall Man?" she let go of his hand to make motions.
"... Ms. O'Brian..." Julian whispered from the bottom of his voice.
"... Ms. O'Brian?!" She shouted as they got right to the side of the jungle gym. "She's a Third Grade teacher!"
Julian nod his head yes as she completely zonked out for a moment longer. Shaking her head, she grabbed his hand again and took him to his class. She pats his head and just before walking out of the room, she turned around and ran up to him, giving him another hug.
"I'm Emily okay?" she gave him that innocent smile as she tilts her head, holding onto both of his hands. "Don't forget me, okay?"
Don't forget me, okay?
"I didn't forget you..." Julian whispered just before his alarm clock went off. He gently pressed the sleep button, turning on the morning ratio/music station, 93.1. Julian sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit before getting up and fixed his bed. Quickly grabbing a new shirt and putting it on as he walked into his kitchen. He took a few bites out of his toast and grabbed a peach as he ran out the door.
"I'm leaving!" He shouted to the empty house not waiting for the silent answer of 'Have a nice day!' "Can't wait, can't wait! Finally back home means I can finally...!" He quit before finishing his sentence. Arriving to his new school, he stopped in awe that he's finally reached the awesome ranking of, High School. A little squeal before he finally made his way into the building.
Not thinking about how high his classes were, seeing how at his old school, he was just an average student. Nothing more but a normal student that take very basic classes. He came across his first class.
"Calculus..." he gave a sigh as he walked in. "I thought I took this last year...?"
"Um... Hello?" the teacher questioned as he walked through the door. "Oh, you must be Julian?"
"Yes, actually, I am!" Julian smiled as he lifted his backpack a little higher, letting the back part of his shirt fall down.
"Okay great," he gave a smile. "Class, this is Julian, our new student from Japan. Please treat him nicely... Cause if you don't, I'll take my Football Team out to get you." he completely changed his comforting voice to an evil, mischievous tone as he glared the class with one eye opened larger than the other. Then turning his attention towards me again, "Your seat will be in the corner, by Emily. Emily, raise your hand!"
Emily, the girl who sat just in front of the empty seat was somewhat zoned out till she heard her name the second time. Looking up in shock for she didn't hear a word the teacher said, just listened to his command and raised her hand cluelessly. Julian walked up to her with a smile as he took his seat.
"Oh... Hi," she returned the smile.
"Hello," Julian greeted while taking out his schedule and opening his binder to the math section.
While everyone did their homework... Well, 'some' people did their homework and many others just talked to the people next to them, Julian had already finished his work and sat down tapping his foot on the floor.
"... Um hey, Julian right?" Emily tapped on his desk. "What did you get for number 21?"
"21? 7 over 12 x over pie r," Julian read off his answer.
"How'd you get that?" she tilt her head as she scoot in closer to him.
"You take off y's numerator and you divide x with the common factor. After doing that, you multiply with both pie and the radius. Then you'll have to use the reciprocal thus getting 7 over 12. Then you basically combine it with x," Julian demonstrated the equation to her.
"Oh, thanks," she smiled finishing the problem. "Wait, are you finished?!"
"Yeah, we were only supposed to do the odd ones," I answered calmly.
"Well yeah... Still, that's at least 15 questions!" she continues to be amazed.
"I guess...?" Julian tried to figure out where she's heading to.
The bell rang.
"Oh, well, what's your next class?" Emily questioned as she closed her both her binder and her book.
Putting on his backpack as he stood up, "I have Art 1/2 after this."
That was only the beginning to their relationship. They're friendship grew more and more as time passes by. Julian, being 13, yet now in the 10th grade along with Emily, same age, same grade have both graduated their first year together. Both being the two most popular kids in school, both the students with the best academic studies in school, both the two most athletic students in school, both the number one students in school. Finally, Emily asks him why. Why they try so hard at what they do. Julian too wanted to know her reason.
"Ian...?" he questioned as they sit under a tree, right outside the tennis courts during lunch.
"Mhmm?" he answered playing with her hair as he stroke it back and forth.
Emily, who still laid her head on top of Julian's leg, "Why do you try so hard to be number one?"
"Can I ask you that first?" I countered.
"... Because... I've always been the best..." he turned to the side, not looking at my face. "I've always been number one at everything I do. I loved that feeling... That feeling of being number one."
"Liar."
"You're right... But after realizing it's so true, how the teachers and parents always says how important an education really is, I've wanted to try even harder. Harder than anyone else can try."
"I can believe that, but I know your reason for being the best at that young of an age. Also seeing how you skipped a grade..."
No one would have expect it but, Emily lived a very cruel childhood. Although not as bad as Julian's or others who lived during hard times, she had to face one person. That one person can be war between Vietnam and Cambodia or even Thailand. That one person, her father.
Emily was always abused when younger, most of the time for no particular reason. All she ever wanted was a 'good job' from that only man in her life, her father. Yet, even straight A's wouldn't get her a free day without a mere kick neither a push nor a shove. He wasn't a drunkie, he wasn't a bad guy, he was basically a mental... psychologically frustrated man. It’s not his fault, honest. It’s just a short tempered fuse that the man acquired. Emily knew this so she never had a problem with it; she fundamentally grew out of it.
“Now tell me about you,” she turns back up to where she can see my face as I look down at her. "Didn't you start school early?"
“Well…” He was somewhat embarrassed at the true reason why he tries so hard. “See, when I was little, barely moved to America, I was a super small boy that everyone enjoyed making fun of. It didn’t bother me, frankly, I never cared much and well, I’ve always thought that was how the American culture is. One day when I grew tired and the pain of their thrashing finally got to me, to the point where I can feel their dramatic blows, I started crying.”
“I’ve seen that happen before,” she whispered imagining her past.
“Then finally, a girl stood up. She stood out in front of everyone and got them to stop picking on me. At that time, her words were law, everything she says, no one could go against. The ring leader of the school,” he gave a bit of a faint chuckle. “Well, she held my hand and took me to class. Gave me another hug like the one that stopped me from crying, and said the words I would never forget.”
“Don’t forget me, okay?” we both whispered.
“I wanted to be able to speak to her again. I wanted too much to be worthy enough to face her one more time. I had to be the best I could ever be. I wanted to be just like her,” he smiled as Emily’s hand touched his soft face. “I felt the cold touch of love for the first time…”
They kissed.
The bell rang.
Another year had pass and Emily had to go visit her Father back in Illinois.
“You’ll be back for your birthday right?” Julian said holding her by her waist just before she got onto her plane.
“I promise, I’ll be back before then!” Emily giggled as she gave him a kiss good bye.
He held her hand and pulled her back, giving her another kiss. His hands from her waist, slowly moved up to her neck, her face, and finally stroking into her hair. They part.
“Do you have to go?” Julian whispered in her ears.
“…” she looked down, holding his hands, rubbing the top of her dirty blonde hair on his chest. “You’re making me not want to go…”
He gave a slight chuckle as he pulled away from her and waved her good bye.
A week later, Julian got a phone call from Emily’s cell phone.
“Hey,” she said, joyfully.
“Hey!” he laughed as he played with her puppy. “I’m here with Pwecious, need to finish changing her water.”
“Aw! How’s my little baby doing?!” she shouted into the phone with a cute, innocent voice.
“I’m doing great, I tripped at the mall yesterday but I’m okay,” Julian said standing up with the puppy.
“I meant Pwecious and you know it,” she laughed.
“Can’t you tell that was a cry for attention?” he gave a pout.
“Hahah, I miss you too baby,” she giggled.
“I miss you, Hunny,” he returned the chuckle. “Coming home tomorrow?”
“Can’t wait to see you!” she screamed.
“Same here,” he smiled to himself.
“I have to go, Babe,” she whispered into the phone.
“Okay,” he whispered back as if she was right there with him.
“Good bye,” she giggled.
“Emily…?” he called out to her.
“Yes?” she answered.
“…” He stayed quiet for a moment. “Have a safe trip home… Okay?”
She smiled to herself as she put the phone to her mouth. “Don’t forget me, okay?”
A week after Emily’s last phone call, Julian received another call.
“Emily? Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you for the longest time!” Julian shouted in the phone as he sat down the Pwecious in the park. “Where are you?”
“…” No answer back.
The phone hanged up.
“Huh…?” Julian called back.
No one picked up.
Julian grew terrified and couldn’t think of anything but the bad things. So would you if that had just happened.
The next day, Julian walked back into his house.
He looked around his kitchen at the candles along with the clean silver wares were still on the table. The radio was right on top of the counter. Strawberry covered in chocolate grew rotten. The blue and white orchids finally died out and wilted. A card left on the table read, ‘Happy Anniversary!’ Julian fell to his bed with the phone in his hand.
“Emily…”
Just then the phone rang again, the caller ID from Emily.
“Emily?!” he quickly sat up on the bed.
“Julian… Right?” a fainted voice came to the phone. An old woman that had to be at the very least in her 60’s had called Julian from Emily’s phone.
“… Yes…” he answered quietly.
“Oh good… I have… Some news…” she said into the phone.
“Bad news…” he assumed as his voice dimmed down.
A week later, Julian stood alone in Chicago, Illinois.
“…” he stood quietly above the stone. A tear drop falls down onto the grave. “Emily…”
His whispered barely left his voice as he fell to his knees, hugging onto the tombstone. “Emily…” he cried with her name never leaving his voice. He cried and he cried, his tears fell and nothing else. His arms slid down with him as his head dragged down the stone, onto the cold grass. “Emily…!”
The day of her birthday, Emily hung up with Julian.
“Who was that?” A tall, dark man stood before her.
“That was my best friend, Daddy, Julian,” she gave him a smile.
“That was to close to be just a friend,” he said taking a step closer to her.
Not showing any fear, she didn’t step back nor did she flinch at the sight of his deep voice.
“Daddy, his real name is Babi. It’s funny, everyone makes fun of him and calls him babe as if you were to call-“ he slapped her to the ground.
“You think I’m stupid Emily?” he shouted as his voice gotten louder.
“Daddy, no. I never meant to say you were stupid, Daddy. I was only saying-“ he kicked her when she’s on the ground.
“Don’t talk back to me you whore! Why would you want to go back, living in California by yourself?! You have fun with all those surfer boys down there?! HUH?!” he shouted at her as she begins to cry in the faint of her voice.
“Daddy…” she looked up at him.
“Emily…” he looked down at her as his tone grew very comforting. He lift her up to where she sat up against the wall and gave her a hug. He then stood up again, leaving her down there. A tear dropped from his eye. “I love you…”
A gunshot.
“Emily…” Julian whispered to her.
“I won’t forget you… Okay?”
Don’t forget me, okay?
“I won’t forget you…”
“Emily…?”
“I love you…”
Okay, the next part is just for me to get my story on a different computer because the school internet network sucks monkey's balls and peanut butter sticks.
Everlong
Name: Everlong
Password: **********
Log in.
[G] Guild Member Everlong Connected.
[G] Mitsuye: hihi!
[G] –Mireille-: hey bb.
[G] Neji88: Hey Papa!
[G] Irkin: Ew… It’s Ever…
[G] AngelConcert: Hi Ever! *Hugs*
[G] Kallim: *Taps Ever’s Butt*
[G] Everlong: Ah… I was expecting that from Chubby.
[G] Mitsuye: I’d tap much more than just that.
[G] Everlong: That’s pedophile.
[G] Mitsuye: You like it.
[G] Everlong: You’re too rough sometimes…
[G] Mitsuye: Ever.
[G] Everlong: Yes?
[G] Mitsuye: I love you.
[G] Everlong: I love you too.
[G] Mitsuye: Now get into the room.
[G] Everlong: -Walks towards the bedroom-
[G] –Mireille-: OKAY! Moff! That’s my bb!
[G] Mitsuye: XD
[G] AngelConcert:
that was getting intense.[G] Irkin: Least she’s not making him wear Mire’s undies.
[G] Mitsuye: Hey Ever! I have these new silk undies I found in Rosch’s dresser!
[G] –Mireille- Moff!
[G] Everlong: Hey Everyone. :] You all ready for the Gvg?
[G] Neji88: YEAH!
[G] AngelConcert: we were waiting on u!
[G] Everlong: Riddles vs. DeathEaters! We’re going to go in there, we’re going to own the living hell out of them, we’ll give the sympathy, but we’re going to laugh and party on guild chat!
[G] -Mireille-: bb… too much…
[G] Everlong: Sorry Papa.
[G] Mitsuye: XD Let’s go!
[G] Everlong: Riddles! Onwards!
Yes. Riddles, a small tiny guild just trying to move up in the world of Trickster. Created by Everlong, known commonly as the original red dragon of Trickster. He brought up Riddles, raising the group to what it is now. Not the best, no, they didn’t strive on winning. They didn’t care about getting their name out. They didn’t belong to Trickster. Everlong, he saw this guild as much more than the common wanna-be pros.
“Riddles,” he chuckled to himself. He colored in the last letter in his drawing. “My Dysfunctional Family.”
In case you’re wondering. Trickster is merely an MMORPG; Massive multiplayer online role-playing game. So why is the story only being told with Everlong as the hero? His story deserves to be told. It’s not like anyone else would realize it.
Chapter 1 – Everlong
“So you see here students,” a rat like teacher instructed. He had this long nose, common for a Caucasian but there were often times where he would turn at an angle and it looked as if his nose curled downwards at the tip. Then there’s stare he always give the students that doesn’t pay any attention to what he’s saying. Usually teachers glare with a disappointed look. But not this one, so you see here students, this teacher gives you a blank and dumbfounded gawk as if there was sarcasm he didn’t get the first time. Then there’s that voice of his. Oh God. That voice of his. How can a man of his age, of his size, of his ‘standards’ have such an annoying tone that echoed through your brainwaves and block out his lessons with laughter? The man has a squeaky, rat like accent. And if you pay enough attention, there are moments where you could hear him squeak at the end of his sentences. But enough of him, continue speaking, Sir. “If you were to put fold these shapes in half, they would fit perfectly together.”
“It’s equally,” a student said, face flat on the desk.
“Oh hm… Yes, that is what I meant to say,” the teacher scratched that ash tray mustache of his. Wow. I forgot to mention about that. The gigantic wig on his face was the colors of the end of a cigarette. White, gray, tiny strands of black, you name it. It’s there. “Thank you, Babi. Now if you’d only take some notes, I could say you’re paying attention.”
“Notes?” Babi finally looks up. Eyes droopy from sleep all class period. “I learned this crap 5 years ago. Even before then, if you call a few sections of pre algebra geometry. Could you just move on to our current lesson?”
“Yeah Mr. Flores.
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