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Hope you like it!          Searching for The Dark Side
       I walk home, tired . A breezy spring day. A quiet street. A cello on my back.  All of me has disappeared. Literally. I remember what happened.

    Same scene. Same kind of day. Then I remember a flash of blinding light, wrapping me, me suffocating and I remember rising up, and now I'm in the clouds, and I'm about to pass over, and suddenly, I don't. The light releases me gently and now I'm standing on a rainbow, crying. I have never cried. Until that one day.

             And now, get this; I live in a cloud town, and I can go through walls! You can guess what I am, right? Yes, I am real. Yes I have interacted with paranormal experts. And I have never believed, and now I am one of them.   My life has changed. I am immortal. I am a ghost.
      "Wake up!"
I open my eyes sleepily, finding my friend standing near me.
"Jon, seriously, you gotta wake up earlier!"
She's always complaining, nagging me, doing everything in her power to change me. I don't exactly think she's my friend. Whatever I think. that's what you get for being best friends with a nuthouse. She never pronounces my name right, either. (Everyone doesn't.) the J is supposed to sound like a Y but she just pronounces it like John. Which I hate.
"Come on! We have to go! We'll be late!"
I made such a mistake being friends with Morgan.
We go to the edge of Heaven's clouds and call a Flyer. A flyer is kind of like a taxi, except you pay with Callions instead of money, and it has no wheels. All cloud. No doors. (We ca go through stuff, remember? Of course you don't, you living people have no short-term memory.) morgan and I drift into the car. We tell the driver where to go. Not that it matters. We can read anothers minds. We communicate mainly telepathically. Morgan and I don't. We talk. Everyone thinks we're crazy. Me and her are new to this place. We're still adjusting to the fact that we're dead.  Once we get to our school, we give the driver six Callions and leave.  As soon as we're out, the Flyer dissapates into steam.  Its the law. You can't stay with a child in a Flyer, or even talk to them, well, if you come from The Dark Side. That's what the people say. Flyer drivers are always smiling though. That's because it's also the law that if you come from The Dark Side, you have to be innocent. See, people sometimes go there because they did something bad, right? Well some people, if they want to become Flyer drivers, they have to know that they didn't do anything that made them deserve to go to The Dark Side.  Kinda like getting blamed for something you didn't do. I sigh.  People in Heaven HATE the Dark Side. I hated them too, until I saw them. They're just like me. They're Goths, they wear Doc Martens, and they are really tall.  Some days I feel as if I belong with them. They come to our school, and I observe them, by myself. There is one in particular that really pops out among the rest.  Xavier Lombardo really stands out. He's about six-foot-five and he's the same age as I am. (14) I would give anything to see where he lives. He's always alone, and people feel extremely uncomfortable around him. Except me. I feel as if I can relate to him. I wonder if I can get the guts to talk to him. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. I do it again. It feels good.  Xavier Lombardo is staring out the window, a few yards away from me. He doesn't see me, yet. Then he turns around and I freeze, hoping he'll begin to talk to me.
"Why are you here, Jon?"
His voice sounds whisperey and quiet, as if he hadn't spoken for ages.
"Um....hi," I say akwardly. On the inside I'm slapping myself.
"I was was just wondering if you were lonely, because you're all alone."
Xavier sighs. "I choose to be alone," he says. "Nobody ever comes near me, anyway."
"Well, that's sad," I reply.
Xavier's pale face brightens. "You want to be my friend?" he asks.
"Sure," I laugh. "I don't have any buddies either, just a Morgan."
Xavier laughs. Then I notice how we both look exactly the same. He's wearing neon blue Doc Martens, and I'm wearing my silver ones. He's super tall, and I am too. He has a pale face and a mix of everything in his eyes, just like me.   I ignore it and continue to talk to Xavier Lombardo. He seems to understand me, to know how it feels not to fit in. He has recently died, but will not tell me the cause. I told him the flash of light killed me, kind of like a Sour pacth Kid. It seemed to know I belonged here instead of down there. To have a frend feels good, nothing that you could get with Morgan. After school me and him go to the library to do research. I was partnered with Xavier. People stare at me and Xavier as we slowly walk in. Then they sneer. Then they laugh. Then something unexpected happens. A security guard comes in. He takes Xavier by the arm and pulls him. Xavier streches like taffy, then finally dissapates. He reappers at my side, a little shaken but okay. I frown, and then, the guard begins to hurt Xavier. At first I had no idea why, but then.....it came to me. Xavier came from the Dark Side. He wasn't supposed to be in a Heaveners-only library. I work up the courage to speak. "What do you have against him? He's my friend. Just leave him alone!" Someone shouts. "YOU? Friends with HIM? He's dangerous, kid! That dude comes from the Dark Side!" Now I think we should research careers in another library. Xavier is released when I say it. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" We go to another library.
"What do you wanna be when you grow up?"
Xavier replies. "A Flyer Driver."      To be continued.....

Last edited by Musicstar888 (2010-06-07 15:58:43)