Forward
I must have summoned myself here. Apparently drinking Pepsi while having a gummy worm in your mouth while tripping on one of my dad’s many wires involved in film making was in some way a satanic ritual that has sent me to the depths of hell. But if I’m in hell, where are all the monsters that supposed to be boiling me alive and stuff like that? Oh right, they’re in your world, about to wipe you in your own blood. All I can do is wince, shrug my shoulders and say, “Oops, my bad.”
But hey, I’m a bit more honorable than that, as a matter of fact this will be a great film my dad can make. I would want Olivia Wilds to play older me. Oh wait, I’m probably dead, I should’ve mentioned that… My parents don’t even know where I am and I’m just dead somewhere. Rather selfish and stupid of me huh? But hey if you see them tell them I’m sorry….
But hey, I’m a bit more honorable than that, as a matter of fact this will be a great film my dad can make. I would want Olivia Wilds to play older me. Oh wait, I’m probably dead, I should’ve mentioned that… My parents don’t even know where I am and I’m just dead somewhere. Rather selfish and stupid of me huh? But hey if you see them tell them I’m sorry….
June 6th, 2012
I pressed my back against the wall of the cool dark alley way laden by a thick blanket of fog. There was no sign of life anywhere. My heaving breaths soon slowed to a steady pace. I looked at the ground and narrowed my eyes. Footsteps suddenly seemed to jump out through the fog. I shoved my hand into my coat pocket and felt my fingers cease the cool handle the magnifying glass. I bent over the footsteps and examined the footsteps. That’s when hands grabbed me from behind.
I screamed, thrashed around but it did nothing. A haughty voice cackled. “I got you now little detective girl.”
I screamed again. “Help! Help anybody!”
Suddenly it came. A bark bounced off the walls of the alley and in the mist came a shadow, a figure slinking close to the ground. It issued a menacing growl and barked again. The man dropped me suddenly and said, “Are you serious? You can’t be.”
I stood up. “Don’t worry. Sparky, get em.”
Sparky bounded through the fog and as the man turned to run, his jaw ceased him by the calf. The man shook off Sparky and sprinted away. Sparky sill barked his deep bark.
“Sparky”, I smiled and dropped to my knees to hug the huge German Shepard. “You saved me! And we got enough evidence to get this man behind bars!”
Sparky yapped in happiness and I planted a winning kiss between his huge eyes.
“Cut! That’s a wrap!” A voice called followed by a ringing of a bell.
The studio lights flicked on to create more light in the room and I stood up. My father, director, producer, writer, and filmmaker, jogged over and clamped his hands on either side of my face. “That was beautiful sweetheart.”
I smiled with pride. “Thanks Daddy.”
He turned to address some of the crew workers which was my cue to go to my dressing room. In my dressing room, there was the usual bag of gummy worms and bottle of Pepsi, my after show snacks. I placed myself in my chair in front of my vanity and made adorable faces in the mirror. I had to say, I looked exceptionally good today. I opened my bottle of Pepsi and began to eat with pride, I did a bang up job today.
Suddenly there was a commotion, shouting with scraping footsteps clamoring down my hallway. “The dog! He got away!”
I rolled my eyes. Really, these people just didn’t know how to do their job correctly did they? I took a swig of Pepsi and crammed a fistful of gummy worms in my mouth. “Igothim”, I said through that mouthful and got up from my chair to the door. I saw him at the end of the hallway. He’s head was bowed down sniffing something and his tail was swaying back and forth. I approached him and then lunged at him. He was too quick for me. He bolted away and I landed pathetically on my knees. I quickly got up, my mouth still full of gummies and I ran after him. This dog was playing a game with me. He kept taking the most impossible of turns that involved me to attempt to shrink my size for me to fit through, like he when underneath a huge box being carried by two men. I had to dive onto my stomach and quickly get back up.
“FRIDAY!” my father yelled. I didn’t listen. This dog will obey me! It must! I will get it and make it behave!
Suddenly it dove under a ladder and again I had to ridicule my size. Just as I emerged from under the ladder, I tripped. Yep, I tripped over one of the fattest wires one has to see on a set. I gagged as the rough edges of the sugar-coated gummy worms scraped against my throat. I tumbled forward a bit and grabbed hold of a curtain but of course it rips… yep… it rips to add to my embarrassing routine.
I got on my knees and heaved, my air was getting cut off. I collapsed down and rolled to my back. Something weird happened. As the curtain fell, the whole scenery around me clashed to the ground as if it were curtains tumbling to the ground as well. The fabric enveloped me and I died.
I woke up to a very raw throat. “Dad?” I hoarsely call. My god… my voice!
I sat up and the world was a blur until suddenly my vision focused. I blinked. I was in a room with six sides and a small pyramid in the center. Where was I? Was I someplace on set? Each face was a mirror with faint patterns on them. I stood up, feeling a bit sore. I looked into one of the mirrors that had the number 13 imprinted on it and screamed, which didn’t help my throat any. I had blemishes all over my face! I gasped and turned to another mirror, this one oddly enough having a salt shaker on it, and screamed once more, I was really obese! I looked like Violet Beauregarde when she got turned into a big fat blueberry at that nuthouse of a chocolate factory. I was going to feint. Everywhere I turned! Ugly! Mirror! Choppy hair! Hourglass! Dry skin! Feline! Too much hair all over my body! Umbrella! Blotchy skin with blood-shot eyes!
I fell to my knees on the ground and buried by face in my hands to hide myself from my ugliness. After a few minutes, I made spaces between my fingers so that I could peek around the room. I then found something that I was sure was never there before. It was a leather bound notebook with an oval shaped mirror on the front. I scrambled to it and picked it up and sighed in relief. In this mirror, I was my same beautiful self. Next to it was a classy silver pen. So what’s the logical thing to do? Write about my fabulous life. Heck, I might get this thing published, anyone who is anybody will read this for sure and you fine people have the very privilege of reading it now. As of now, nothing new has happened. So I shall leave you to dwaddle in your boring lives while I try to save myself. I’m sure more epic tales will come out of me, don’t you worry. Amazing things do come out of me. Oops! Look at me! Rambling, well, it isn’t rambling if you’re enjoying it. There I kissed the page under my signature while my lipstick is still fresh. Adieu!
-Friday Melody Willis
I screamed, thrashed around but it did nothing. A haughty voice cackled. “I got you now little detective girl.”
I screamed again. “Help! Help anybody!”
Suddenly it came. A bark bounced off the walls of the alley and in the mist came a shadow, a figure slinking close to the ground. It issued a menacing growl and barked again. The man dropped me suddenly and said, “Are you serious? You can’t be.”
I stood up. “Don’t worry. Sparky, get em.”
Sparky bounded through the fog and as the man turned to run, his jaw ceased him by the calf. The man shook off Sparky and sprinted away. Sparky sill barked his deep bark.
“Sparky”, I smiled and dropped to my knees to hug the huge German Shepard. “You saved me! And we got enough evidence to get this man behind bars!”
Sparky yapped in happiness and I planted a winning kiss between his huge eyes.
“Cut! That’s a wrap!” A voice called followed by a ringing of a bell.
The studio lights flicked on to create more light in the room and I stood up. My father, director, producer, writer, and filmmaker, jogged over and clamped his hands on either side of my face. “That was beautiful sweetheart.”
I smiled with pride. “Thanks Daddy.”
He turned to address some of the crew workers which was my cue to go to my dressing room. In my dressing room, there was the usual bag of gummy worms and bottle of Pepsi, my after show snacks. I placed myself in my chair in front of my vanity and made adorable faces in the mirror. I had to say, I looked exceptionally good today. I opened my bottle of Pepsi and began to eat with pride, I did a bang up job today.
Suddenly there was a commotion, shouting with scraping footsteps clamoring down my hallway. “The dog! He got away!”
I rolled my eyes. Really, these people just didn’t know how to do their job correctly did they? I took a swig of Pepsi and crammed a fistful of gummy worms in my mouth. “Igothim”, I said through that mouthful and got up from my chair to the door. I saw him at the end of the hallway. He’s head was bowed down sniffing something and his tail was swaying back and forth. I approached him and then lunged at him. He was too quick for me. He bolted away and I landed pathetically on my knees. I quickly got up, my mouth still full of gummies and I ran after him. This dog was playing a game with me. He kept taking the most impossible of turns that involved me to attempt to shrink my size for me to fit through, like he when underneath a huge box being carried by two men. I had to dive onto my stomach and quickly get back up.
“FRIDAY!” my father yelled. I didn’t listen. This dog will obey me! It must! I will get it and make it behave!
Suddenly it dove under a ladder and again I had to ridicule my size. Just as I emerged from under the ladder, I tripped. Yep, I tripped over one of the fattest wires one has to see on a set. I gagged as the rough edges of the sugar-coated gummy worms scraped against my throat. I tumbled forward a bit and grabbed hold of a curtain but of course it rips… yep… it rips to add to my embarrassing routine.
I got on my knees and heaved, my air was getting cut off. I collapsed down and rolled to my back. Something weird happened. As the curtain fell, the whole scenery around me clashed to the ground as if it were curtains tumbling to the ground as well. The fabric enveloped me and I died.
I woke up to a very raw throat. “Dad?” I hoarsely call. My god… my voice!
I sat up and the world was a blur until suddenly my vision focused. I blinked. I was in a room with six sides and a small pyramid in the center. Where was I? Was I someplace on set? Each face was a mirror with faint patterns on them. I stood up, feeling a bit sore. I looked into one of the mirrors that had the number 13 imprinted on it and screamed, which didn’t help my throat any. I had blemishes all over my face! I gasped and turned to another mirror, this one oddly enough having a salt shaker on it, and screamed once more, I was really obese! I looked like Violet Beauregarde when she got turned into a big fat blueberry at that nuthouse of a chocolate factory. I was going to feint. Everywhere I turned! Ugly! Mirror! Choppy hair! Hourglass! Dry skin! Feline! Too much hair all over my body! Umbrella! Blotchy skin with blood-shot eyes!
I fell to my knees on the ground and buried by face in my hands to hide myself from my ugliness. After a few minutes, I made spaces between my fingers so that I could peek around the room. I then found something that I was sure was never there before. It was a leather bound notebook with an oval shaped mirror on the front. I scrambled to it and picked it up and sighed in relief. In this mirror, I was my same beautiful self. Next to it was a classy silver pen. So what’s the logical thing to do? Write about my fabulous life. Heck, I might get this thing published, anyone who is anybody will read this for sure and you fine people have the very privilege of reading it now. As of now, nothing new has happened. So I shall leave you to dwaddle in your boring lives while I try to save myself. I’m sure more epic tales will come out of me, don’t you worry. Amazing things do come out of me. Oops! Look at me! Rambling, well, it isn’t rambling if you’re enjoying it. There I kissed the page under my signature while my lipstick is still fresh. Adieu!
-Friday Melody Willis
June 7th, 2012
So I decided to check out this bluish orb hovering about the disproportioned pyramid in the center of the room. I brought my hand close and it seemingly leaped out and zapped me. I saw a spark flash between my hand and the orb. “Ouch!” I yelped and jumped back. That hurt you little- Oh like that orb can hear my thoughts. I then checked myself in a mirror on this fabulous note book and noticed something in dry skin me’s mirror in its reflection. I turned around to see a flash of light that was glaring right above her head. I scoffed. “Now that can’t be right. If you’re going to be there at least obscure her hideous face!”
I ran over there and scraped my fingertips across the mirror as if I could manually drag the shine down to cover the dry and cracking me. But the glare did not move but zip out surprisingly from the mirror. I whirled around. Surprised at the fact that it could even do that! But now it was obese me’s mirror and I huffed in frustration. “You are so infuriating!” I screamed and charged at that mirror only to have it zoom out like that. It was now in pimple me’s mirror.
“Stop that!” I yelled as I chased it to hairy me. Onward to choppy hair me. I was suddenly in tears of frustration by the time it got to blotchy and crying me. I bet we looked identical.
“Is it so hard for me to get my way?!” I shouted, twirling around before landing on my rear. I bet I looked tragically beautiful while doing so. I sniffled and curled up into a ball, my detective hat falling off. I know what you’re thinking. Oh no Friday! Oh please cheer up Friday!
That’s when I sat up and shouted at the mirrors, “Enough of this mockery!”
But to my surprise, the mes in the mirror talked back to me. “Oh Friday, Friday, Friday”, they all said at the same time. Six voices moving in perfect unison to my ears. I looked around with irritation. “As much as my name is enjoyable to speak, what is going on?!”
“You need to be taught a lesson”, they all said. “And we’ll make sure you suffer!”
I whirled around as they all laughed at me. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh look she’s ugly”, choppy hair me pointed and laughed. “Look at her hair!”
I clutched my luscious locks and shouted, “No it’s not!”
“Oh my gosh she is such a rolli polli!” Obese me shrieked with enjoyment.
“No I’m not!” I screamed.
“Does she even know what lotion is?” dry skin me laughed and the cracks in her dry skin pulled apart and began to bleed.
“I guess she can always disguise herself as a pizza!” snapped pimple me.
“Shut up!” I shouted.
“Need a trip to the barber? Or do we need to go to the weed-whacker shop?” hairy me’s voice drawled.
“My legs are nice and smooth thank you!” I bellowed at her.
“And what about tissues?” sobbed crying me. “Did you stock up on those, because it looks like you need to!”
It was true; my lower lip was quivering as I took these insults to heart. I know what you’re thinking, why would anyone lie to you like that? And why would you believe such lies? Well, when you have six different yous surrounding you and then they start hounding insults at you, it’s hard to ignore. I curled up in a ball as they laughed and laughed their stupid heads off, actually, I wished they would literally laugh their heads off. I suddenly plucked up the courage to get this written down. The laughter is fading. I think I should sleep for tonight as this might be the only chance I get.
-Friday Melody Willis
I ran over there and scraped my fingertips across the mirror as if I could manually drag the shine down to cover the dry and cracking me. But the glare did not move but zip out surprisingly from the mirror. I whirled around. Surprised at the fact that it could even do that! But now it was obese me’s mirror and I huffed in frustration. “You are so infuriating!” I screamed and charged at that mirror only to have it zoom out like that. It was now in pimple me’s mirror.
“Stop that!” I yelled as I chased it to hairy me. Onward to choppy hair me. I was suddenly in tears of frustration by the time it got to blotchy and crying me. I bet we looked identical.
“Is it so hard for me to get my way?!” I shouted, twirling around before landing on my rear. I bet I looked tragically beautiful while doing so. I sniffled and curled up into a ball, my detective hat falling off. I know what you’re thinking. Oh no Friday! Oh please cheer up Friday!
That’s when I sat up and shouted at the mirrors, “Enough of this mockery!”
But to my surprise, the mes in the mirror talked back to me. “Oh Friday, Friday, Friday”, they all said at the same time. Six voices moving in perfect unison to my ears. I looked around with irritation. “As much as my name is enjoyable to speak, what is going on?!”
“You need to be taught a lesson”, they all said. “And we’ll make sure you suffer!”
I whirled around as they all laughed at me. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh look she’s ugly”, choppy hair me pointed and laughed. “Look at her hair!”
I clutched my luscious locks and shouted, “No it’s not!”
“Oh my gosh she is such a rolli polli!” Obese me shrieked with enjoyment.
“No I’m not!” I screamed.
“Does she even know what lotion is?” dry skin me laughed and the cracks in her dry skin pulled apart and began to bleed.
“I guess she can always disguise herself as a pizza!” snapped pimple me.
“Shut up!” I shouted.
“Need a trip to the barber? Or do we need to go to the weed-whacker shop?” hairy me’s voice drawled.
“My legs are nice and smooth thank you!” I bellowed at her.
“And what about tissues?” sobbed crying me. “Did you stock up on those, because it looks like you need to!”
It was true; my lower lip was quivering as I took these insults to heart. I know what you’re thinking, why would anyone lie to you like that? And why would you believe such lies? Well, when you have six different yous surrounding you and then they start hounding insults at you, it’s hard to ignore. I curled up in a ball as they laughed and laughed their stupid heads off, actually, I wished they would literally laugh their heads off. I suddenly plucked up the courage to get this written down. The laughter is fading. I think I should sleep for tonight as this might be the only chance I get.
-Friday Melody Willis
June 8th, 2012
So it’s cold where I wake. My face is pressed up against cold and wet and my nose is terribly numb. I was going to stay right where I was, when a sudden gust of wind blew over me and my hat left my head. I sighed and pushed my hands into the freezing substance and righted myself on my knees. I opened my eyes and nearly screamed. Where was I? I was in a blizzard that’s where! And why were there mountains? I had to squint my eyes to see. I stumbled up and found that my knees were numb as well as I staggered over to my hat to pick it up. I hugged myself. How was I supposed to get out of here? Now it’s clear that I am dreaming. I used to think that if you thought it was a dream, that it wasn’t a dream, but recently I had a dream where I was aware that it was a dream! And every time I woke myself from the dream I ended up in a different dream! It was scary because I thought I would never wake up again. So it’s logical that this is the same situation, I simply woke myself up into another dream.
I began to trudge through the snow, unaware of where I was going, when I heard growls from behind. I turn around and gasped in fear at the sillohuoette of wolves. I began running but they were quick. One got me by the coat and pulled me to the ground. I screamed and thrashed around when they surrounded me, ready to eat me alive. I suddenly felt something jump onto me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a fox! It looked bravely up at the wolves and opened its mouth. It made spitting noises…… SPITTING NOISES!
“This is embarrassing”, I muttered. However, the wolves seemed distracted at the weird gagging noises the fox was making. I scooped him up and began to run for it again. However, the dumb fox was squirming in my arms. “Hold still!” I shouted. It did not. It leapt out of my arms and charged at the wolves.
He began… sigh… spitting again. “Would you cut it out with the spitting gagging noise thing!” I shouted, no longer fearful but irritated. Why must animals not obey me!? The fox began running to the woods and the wolves followed him. I shrieked in fear and heard horrible snarling noises from behind those trees. Suddenly there was a howl and many pairs of paws padding away. The fox poked his head out of the trees and came towards me. I stared at it in shock; no way that dinky thing fought all those big burly wolves!
I made an irritated noise and began to walk again through the snow. This was an absolute waste of a dream! And of course the fox started following me, but I noticed it had my hat in its mouth. I felt my own head and gasped. I said, “Give that back!”
He began running of course so I followed him and eventually I grabbed its tail in an effort to stop it. I squeezed my eyes shut then suddenly, a boy’s voice called, “Hey, do you mind? Are you trying to pull out my spine?”
I opened my eyes just as the tail was ripped from my grip. I landed hard on my rear and looked up at a fierce looking boy with messy orange-brown hair. He had wide brown eyes that were staring down at me, narrowed, and tanned skin. But I couldn’t take him seriously…
His mouth was twisted in a menacing snarl and his fox ears were pressed against his skull, his tail was swaying fluently behind his butt. I pointed up at him and let out a bellowing, “BAHAHAHAHA!”
He flinched and said, “What’s so funny?”
I stood up and suppressed more giggles. “Cute. I remember when I wore ears and a tail because I dressed like a black cat for Halloween, I was quite good looking in it if I do say so myself!”
He stared at me incredulously. “What? What are you talking about? Hey, never mind that, you have to come with me!”
“Excuse me”, I looked at him. “I am not to be talked down upon in that tone; you should address me as Miss Willis.”
He stared at me. “I don’t know who you think you are-“
I had cut him off. “I’m Friday Melody Willis, and you are?”
He looked absolutely flustered. “Valentine!”
I laughed again. “You’re named after the holiday?”
“Look, did you come out of a chamber with a glowing orb? I’m assuming you did!”
“Well… yes?” I eyed him suspiciously. How would he know what my previous dream was?
“Look, I have important matters with you, but for now, we have to go before it’s too late”, he said.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I retorted.
He glared at me. “You really have no choice; do you want to be stuck out here for the rest of your life?”
“No use, I’ll wake up in some point”, I said. “I’m starting to think that when I fell after crawling out of the latter that I knocked myself out or something.”
“No”, he said, growing more and more agitated with me. “No… this isn’t a dream!”
“Oh”, I gasped suddenly, my knees buckling some and I grabbed the hem of my plaid skirt.
“What?” Valentine looked at me as if I was about to explode.
“Ihavetogotothebathroom”, I muttered quickly underneath my breath.
“What?” His ear twitched. “Did you say you had to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes!” I yelled at him.
He scratched the back of his head. “Don’t you just… go where ever?”
I stared at him horrified. “No!”
“Then I know I great place for you to go to the bathroom!” he said, grabbing my forearm and pulling me with him.
I jerked away real fast. “I don’t want you touching me if you just go where you please!”
He sighed and grabbed a handful of fabric at the shoulder of my coat and began dragging me from there. “HELP!” I screamed. “HELP I AM BEING KIDNAPPED!”
“Shut up Miss Willis”, Valentine said with mock kindness. “Before I feed you to the wolves when you attract them. I’ll just tell the princes that I could find no one, and they’ll have to settle with seven heroines. “
I shivered and no longer fought. I suppose he did have a point; there was not much I can do. He’s grip loosened some and I stumbled next to the guy as we walked through the forest, that bottle of pepsi was not doing me good.
After an hour, I had to stop. He went out and found berries for me to eat. I would have objected the offer, but my tummy was a-rumbling and this beauty needed to maintain her perfect image.
My eyes drooped and I curled up into a ball. I felt something warm and fuzzy wriggle its way into my arms and a fuzzy head against my face. I hugged the little fox like a stuffed animal then feel asleep.
So I woke up that morning and found Valentine sitting there with more berries. The fuzzy fox in my arms was gone. I decided to open this notebook to keep everyone up to date about my awesomeness. You know… Valentine looks very different in this light… he really does… oh god he looked! I still have to go to the bathroom, so I’m going to nag Valentine about that. See you soon!
-Friday Melody Willis
I began to trudge through the snow, unaware of where I was going, when I heard growls from behind. I turn around and gasped in fear at the sillohuoette of wolves. I began running but they were quick. One got me by the coat and pulled me to the ground. I screamed and thrashed around when they surrounded me, ready to eat me alive. I suddenly felt something jump onto me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a fox! It looked bravely up at the wolves and opened its mouth. It made spitting noises…… SPITTING NOISES!
“This is embarrassing”, I muttered. However, the wolves seemed distracted at the weird gagging noises the fox was making. I scooped him up and began to run for it again. However, the dumb fox was squirming in my arms. “Hold still!” I shouted. It did not. It leapt out of my arms and charged at the wolves.
He began… sigh… spitting again. “Would you cut it out with the spitting gagging noise thing!” I shouted, no longer fearful but irritated. Why must animals not obey me!? The fox began running to the woods and the wolves followed him. I shrieked in fear and heard horrible snarling noises from behind those trees. Suddenly there was a howl and many pairs of paws padding away. The fox poked his head out of the trees and came towards me. I stared at it in shock; no way that dinky thing fought all those big burly wolves!
I made an irritated noise and began to walk again through the snow. This was an absolute waste of a dream! And of course the fox started following me, but I noticed it had my hat in its mouth. I felt my own head and gasped. I said, “Give that back!”
He began running of course so I followed him and eventually I grabbed its tail in an effort to stop it. I squeezed my eyes shut then suddenly, a boy’s voice called, “Hey, do you mind? Are you trying to pull out my spine?”
I opened my eyes just as the tail was ripped from my grip. I landed hard on my rear and looked up at a fierce looking boy with messy orange-brown hair. He had wide brown eyes that were staring down at me, narrowed, and tanned skin. But I couldn’t take him seriously…
His mouth was twisted in a menacing snarl and his fox ears were pressed against his skull, his tail was swaying fluently behind his butt. I pointed up at him and let out a bellowing, “BAHAHAHAHA!”
He flinched and said, “What’s so funny?”
I stood up and suppressed more giggles. “Cute. I remember when I wore ears and a tail because I dressed like a black cat for Halloween, I was quite good looking in it if I do say so myself!”
He stared at me incredulously. “What? What are you talking about? Hey, never mind that, you have to come with me!”
“Excuse me”, I looked at him. “I am not to be talked down upon in that tone; you should address me as Miss Willis.”
He stared at me. “I don’t know who you think you are-“
I had cut him off. “I’m Friday Melody Willis, and you are?”
He looked absolutely flustered. “Valentine!”
I laughed again. “You’re named after the holiday?”
“Look, did you come out of a chamber with a glowing orb? I’m assuming you did!”
“Well… yes?” I eyed him suspiciously. How would he know what my previous dream was?
“Look, I have important matters with you, but for now, we have to go before it’s too late”, he said.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I retorted.
He glared at me. “You really have no choice; do you want to be stuck out here for the rest of your life?”
“No use, I’ll wake up in some point”, I said. “I’m starting to think that when I fell after crawling out of the latter that I knocked myself out or something.”
“No”, he said, growing more and more agitated with me. “No… this isn’t a dream!”
“Oh”, I gasped suddenly, my knees buckling some and I grabbed the hem of my plaid skirt.
“What?” Valentine looked at me as if I was about to explode.
“Ihavetogotothebathroom”, I muttered quickly underneath my breath.
“What?” His ear twitched. “Did you say you had to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes!” I yelled at him.
He scratched the back of his head. “Don’t you just… go where ever?”
I stared at him horrified. “No!”
“Then I know I great place for you to go to the bathroom!” he said, grabbing my forearm and pulling me with him.
I jerked away real fast. “I don’t want you touching me if you just go where you please!”
He sighed and grabbed a handful of fabric at the shoulder of my coat and began dragging me from there. “HELP!” I screamed. “HELP I AM BEING KIDNAPPED!”
“Shut up Miss Willis”, Valentine said with mock kindness. “Before I feed you to the wolves when you attract them. I’ll just tell the princes that I could find no one, and they’ll have to settle with seven heroines. “
I shivered and no longer fought. I suppose he did have a point; there was not much I can do. He’s grip loosened some and I stumbled next to the guy as we walked through the forest, that bottle of pepsi was not doing me good.
After an hour, I had to stop. He went out and found berries for me to eat. I would have objected the offer, but my tummy was a-rumbling and this beauty needed to maintain her perfect image.
My eyes drooped and I curled up into a ball. I felt something warm and fuzzy wriggle its way into my arms and a fuzzy head against my face. I hugged the little fox like a stuffed animal then feel asleep.
So I woke up that morning and found Valentine sitting there with more berries. The fuzzy fox in my arms was gone. I decided to open this notebook to keep everyone up to date about my awesomeness. You know… Valentine looks very different in this light… he really does… oh god he looked! I still have to go to the bathroom, so I’m going to nag Valentine about that. See you soon!
-Friday Melody Willis
June 9th, 2012
My. Bladder. Hurts. So. Flippin. BAD! As I walk alongside Valentine, I notice that the snow is becoming sparse and vegetation is more visible. Valentine is the kind of guy that I can see star in some sort of reality TV show. He woven a sturdy basket and filled it with berries. After a awhile, the berries’ taste were starting to get old. And did I mention that I really have to go to the bathroom? Like REALLY BAD!!!!
Eating berries probably won’t help my case…
But now soon the vegetation got sparse and the temperature got noticeably hotter. I was feeling rather tired. My being didn’t know how to walk straight as veered into Valentine’s side. I felt his robotic tail flick against the back of my thighs and I closed my eyes. I was seriously about to pass out.
“I don’t think you want to be all up on me once we get where we’re going”, Valentine took my shoulders and righted me.
“What does that mean?” I glared at him.
I soon found out what he meant. Somehow, this dream as yet to make sense, but dreams never make sense do they, we ended up from mountains, to a desert…. A DESERT! HOOOOW?
I noticed though, that it was sunset. The sky directly above was dark blue like my luscious hair dotted with white twinkling stars and a rather large moon. In the horizon, the blue blended with purple and pink. After noticing the time I looked to see a giant pyramid. So let me get this straight… I dreamt that I was trapped in a room full of ugly mes, then zapped to flippin Siberia and now I’m in Egypt? What is going on?! Next I’m going to be in the imperial city of China! The temperature was warm for a moment, but as soon as the sun had such feeble light that only a strip of pink remained, the heat left and the cold returned. I know from tutors that the desert was unbearable because it was extremely hot at day and extremely cold at night.
The pyramid never seemed to get closer no matter how much we walked so I assumed that my dream is just confused now and doesn’t know what to do with itself. But when I closed my eyes and bowed my head down, I was jerked on the wrist by Valentine and I opened my eyes to fine sandy bricks right in front of my face. I looked up and couldn’t even see the top this pyramid was so big. “Wow..” I said.
“Come on let’s go”, Valentine tugged on my wrist.
I looked at the pyramid once more and found it odd that it was six sides instead of four. We entered the pyramid which looked surprisingly luxurious, no tombs are urns everywhere. There was a case of stairs leading down just ahead.
My bladder….
“Take me to the bathroom!” I grabbed his collar. “NOW!”
Valentine looked indifferent at my tone. Instead he sighed and said. “Fine, let’s go”, he gathered the fabric of the coat on my shoulders and began to pull me down the stairs. There I found an ugly sight.
“GAH! IT’S A BIG UGLY TOAD THING”, I squealed and dove behind Valentine.
“That’s our old janitor… human like you”, Valentine sighed as if he was getting tired of this already.
I peeked from behind him and saw he… she… it… glaring at me. I smiled wryly. “H-hi…”
“Look, there off to the side of this amphitheater is your bathroom. My hands dropped from his arm and I sprinted to the door as my bladder was about to EXPLODE!
I walked into the bathroom and soon I felt the biggest relief in my life. I washed my hands with beautiful hand soap shaped like a pyramid, come to think of it, this whole bathroom was beautiful. I looked around and saw that the walls, ceiling, and floor were a polished black. Lights were placed discretely behind the mirror and one would think that it would be nearly impossible to light up a blackened room but it did. I fluffed up my beautiful oceanic hair and moisturized my tanned skin. At least I’m at a place that has sun. after making sure how pretty I looked, I placed my detectives hat back on my head and strode outside.
On one table was a load of weapons and on the next was a pile of nothing but sweets. Nothing but sweets. I saw Valentine dressed in new clothes, he now had a black T-shirt on, and then he fingerless gloves with lots of Velcro straps then reached up to his elbows, jeans, and black sneakers. He would look absolutely amazing, if it weren’t for those ridiculous fox ears and tail he seemed insistent on wearing. I walked over to where he was standing and tapped his shoulder. “Valentine?” I said. I looked around to see to my relief that the shriveled alien was gone, and when I looked back, Valentine had a necklace held out to me with a broad smile on his face. I noticed that his canines were really sharp for a normal person. Wow… he even wanted fox teeth?
“Put it on”, he told me.
My eyes fell on the pendant, was a six-sided reflective crystal sharpened to a dull point. The thing sort of looked like it could act like a mirror and etched on one side was a ladder, odd, maybe DNA, I dunno.
I took it. “Thanks…” I said, giving him a weird look before slipping it on. I felt weird… different somehow.
“It’s called a limiter”, Valentine said.
“What?” I looked at him.
“Come with me”, he placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me to the table full of sweet smelling sweets. He poured me a cup of coffee and handed me a donut. “They help you control your powers.”
I nearly choked on the coffee. “Excuse me?”
Valentine’s ears flattened against his hair, impressive technology. “Maybe that was a terrible way to start that off.”
“Look, this isn’t your world, as you may have guessed already. Also, I want to enlighten you on our situation”, he said. “There’s a royal family here and the queen’s uncle is an absolute lunatic and he locked everyone up! He’s sending monsters and nightmare-ish creatures into your world to take over it. That’s where you come in young hero, well… we’re late actually… but we can overlook that for now… But he is putting these creatures into you’re world through a portal. We managed to place objects in your world to summon heroes. You were a ladder right? Well, that simply means that you’re power has to do something with a ladder, or your personality, either way. Your job is to help us unite all the demon clans and to fight against this man!”
I stared at him before laughing. “Okay, a dream with a plot, that’s new!”
Valentine looked like he just wasted his breath. “You don’t get it do you?”
I laughed. “That this is a-“
“This is not a dream!” he shouted.
I stared at him incredulous that he shouted at me. How dare he?
“Look, why would you just randomly fall asleep at whatever you disappeared?” Valentine said angrily.
“Then I must have died”, I said solemnly, desperate to find my way out of this craziness.
“No, you’re not, you didn’t die or else you won’t be able to feel human flaws”, Valentine said. “I don’t know what religion you are, but I know without a doubt that no religion out there tells you that once you die you run into a situation like this.”
“I knocked myself unconscious!” I yelled. “Just wait I am going to wake up in a bed with my loving family and co-workers Dorothy style and lie saying that they were in my dream!”
Valentine looked flustered then looked at me victoriously. “Then how come you felt tired and slept? You don’t feel tired during a dream do you?”
At last I shrank back and began to panic. I hadn’t notice that my coffee was drained and my donut gone. I couldn’t eat anymore, I wasn’t hungry.
“As a matter of fact, I’m sure you are tired now!” he said.
My face grew hot with frustration. “Well, I bet if I went to sleep right now, I will wake up in my bed or on my couch in my dressing room!”
“Well there’s a sleeping bag”, Valentine pointed at a black, rolled up fabric, that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. I glared at him and said, “Fine, I will.”
I rolled it flat and slipped into it, surprised at how tired I really was. Valentine stormed up the stairs and never came back. Instead, the fox returned and lowered its face to mine.
“Hi”, I smiled a small smile and scratched behind its ears. I am beginning to wonder why this fox is following Valentine and I around, maybe Valentine’s costume intrigues it. I gathered it into my arms and hugged it like a stuffed animal.
So now I got you up to date as I am writing now and caught up to the present. I am rather tired and I need beauty sleep as I don’t want bags under my beautiful brown eyes, for a moment, I was jealous of Valentines big round eyes, but mine must be prettier. But now. Sleep.
-Friday Melody Willis
Eating berries probably won’t help my case…
But now soon the vegetation got sparse and the temperature got noticeably hotter. I was feeling rather tired. My being didn’t know how to walk straight as veered into Valentine’s side. I felt his robotic tail flick against the back of my thighs and I closed my eyes. I was seriously about to pass out.
“I don’t think you want to be all up on me once we get where we’re going”, Valentine took my shoulders and righted me.
“What does that mean?” I glared at him.
I soon found out what he meant. Somehow, this dream as yet to make sense, but dreams never make sense do they, we ended up from mountains, to a desert…. A DESERT! HOOOOW?
I noticed though, that it was sunset. The sky directly above was dark blue like my luscious hair dotted with white twinkling stars and a rather large moon. In the horizon, the blue blended with purple and pink. After noticing the time I looked to see a giant pyramid. So let me get this straight… I dreamt that I was trapped in a room full of ugly mes, then zapped to flippin Siberia and now I’m in Egypt? What is going on?! Next I’m going to be in the imperial city of China! The temperature was warm for a moment, but as soon as the sun had such feeble light that only a strip of pink remained, the heat left and the cold returned. I know from tutors that the desert was unbearable because it was extremely hot at day and extremely cold at night.
The pyramid never seemed to get closer no matter how much we walked so I assumed that my dream is just confused now and doesn’t know what to do with itself. But when I closed my eyes and bowed my head down, I was jerked on the wrist by Valentine and I opened my eyes to fine sandy bricks right in front of my face. I looked up and couldn’t even see the top this pyramid was so big. “Wow..” I said.
“Come on let’s go”, Valentine tugged on my wrist.
I looked at the pyramid once more and found it odd that it was six sides instead of four. We entered the pyramid which looked surprisingly luxurious, no tombs are urns everywhere. There was a case of stairs leading down just ahead.
My bladder….
“Take me to the bathroom!” I grabbed his collar. “NOW!”
Valentine looked indifferent at my tone. Instead he sighed and said. “Fine, let’s go”, he gathered the fabric of the coat on my shoulders and began to pull me down the stairs. There I found an ugly sight.
“GAH! IT’S A BIG UGLY TOAD THING”, I squealed and dove behind Valentine.
“That’s our old janitor… human like you”, Valentine sighed as if he was getting tired of this already.
I peeked from behind him and saw he… she… it… glaring at me. I smiled wryly. “H-hi…”
“Look, there off to the side of this amphitheater is your bathroom. My hands dropped from his arm and I sprinted to the door as my bladder was about to EXPLODE!
I walked into the bathroom and soon I felt the biggest relief in my life. I washed my hands with beautiful hand soap shaped like a pyramid, come to think of it, this whole bathroom was beautiful. I looked around and saw that the walls, ceiling, and floor were a polished black. Lights were placed discretely behind the mirror and one would think that it would be nearly impossible to light up a blackened room but it did. I fluffed up my beautiful oceanic hair and moisturized my tanned skin. At least I’m at a place that has sun. after making sure how pretty I looked, I placed my detectives hat back on my head and strode outside.
On one table was a load of weapons and on the next was a pile of nothing but sweets. Nothing but sweets. I saw Valentine dressed in new clothes, he now had a black T-shirt on, and then he fingerless gloves with lots of Velcro straps then reached up to his elbows, jeans, and black sneakers. He would look absolutely amazing, if it weren’t for those ridiculous fox ears and tail he seemed insistent on wearing. I walked over to where he was standing and tapped his shoulder. “Valentine?” I said. I looked around to see to my relief that the shriveled alien was gone, and when I looked back, Valentine had a necklace held out to me with a broad smile on his face. I noticed that his canines were really sharp for a normal person. Wow… he even wanted fox teeth?
“Put it on”, he told me.
My eyes fell on the pendant, was a six-sided reflective crystal sharpened to a dull point. The thing sort of looked like it could act like a mirror and etched on one side was a ladder, odd, maybe DNA, I dunno.
I took it. “Thanks…” I said, giving him a weird look before slipping it on. I felt weird… different somehow.
“It’s called a limiter”, Valentine said.
“What?” I looked at him.
“Come with me”, he placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me to the table full of sweet smelling sweets. He poured me a cup of coffee and handed me a donut. “They help you control your powers.”
I nearly choked on the coffee. “Excuse me?”
Valentine’s ears flattened against his hair, impressive technology. “Maybe that was a terrible way to start that off.”
“Look, this isn’t your world, as you may have guessed already. Also, I want to enlighten you on our situation”, he said. “There’s a royal family here and the queen’s uncle is an absolute lunatic and he locked everyone up! He’s sending monsters and nightmare-ish creatures into your world to take over it. That’s where you come in young hero, well… we’re late actually… but we can overlook that for now… But he is putting these creatures into you’re world through a portal. We managed to place objects in your world to summon heroes. You were a ladder right? Well, that simply means that you’re power has to do something with a ladder, or your personality, either way. Your job is to help us unite all the demon clans and to fight against this man!”
I stared at him before laughing. “Okay, a dream with a plot, that’s new!”
Valentine looked like he just wasted his breath. “You don’t get it do you?”
I laughed. “That this is a-“
“This is not a dream!” he shouted.
I stared at him incredulous that he shouted at me. How dare he?
“Look, why would you just randomly fall asleep at whatever you disappeared?” Valentine said angrily.
“Then I must have died”, I said solemnly, desperate to find my way out of this craziness.
“No, you’re not, you didn’t die or else you won’t be able to feel human flaws”, Valentine said. “I don’t know what religion you are, but I know without a doubt that no religion out there tells you that once you die you run into a situation like this.”
“I knocked myself unconscious!” I yelled. “Just wait I am going to wake up in a bed with my loving family and co-workers Dorothy style and lie saying that they were in my dream!”
Valentine looked flustered then looked at me victoriously. “Then how come you felt tired and slept? You don’t feel tired during a dream do you?”
At last I shrank back and began to panic. I hadn’t notice that my coffee was drained and my donut gone. I couldn’t eat anymore, I wasn’t hungry.
“As a matter of fact, I’m sure you are tired now!” he said.
My face grew hot with frustration. “Well, I bet if I went to sleep right now, I will wake up in my bed or on my couch in my dressing room!”
“Well there’s a sleeping bag”, Valentine pointed at a black, rolled up fabric, that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. I glared at him and said, “Fine, I will.”
I rolled it flat and slipped into it, surprised at how tired I really was. Valentine stormed up the stairs and never came back. Instead, the fox returned and lowered its face to mine.
“Hi”, I smiled a small smile and scratched behind its ears. I am beginning to wonder why this fox is following Valentine and I around, maybe Valentine’s costume intrigues it. I gathered it into my arms and hugged it like a stuffed animal.
So now I got you up to date as I am writing now and caught up to the present. I am rather tired and I need beauty sleep as I don’t want bags under my beautiful brown eyes, for a moment, I was jealous of Valentines big round eyes, but mine must be prettier. But now. Sleep.
-Friday Melody Willis
June 10th, 2012
I was walking through the set in search of my manager. In my clenched hand was an envelope. I had my hair pulled back in a tight bun and was wearing a cute purple dress. Of course, I was adorable. I skipped down a hallway to the private bathroom and picked it open. Only two stalls were there and standing in front of a mirror was a woman, the only woman prettier than me. She was touching up her make-up and then she put a chestnut brown wig over her bald head. I smiled and pushed the door open.
“Happy Birthday Mother!” I said.
My Mother did final adjustments to her wig and turned to smile at me. “Friday”, she crossed over and pecked both of my cheeks before taking the envelope. “Thank you Darling.”
I beamed as she opened the card and looked deeply touched. But then her face got weird.
“Mom?” I said, starting to think I did something wrong. “Mommy?”
She looked at me before she issued herself into a coughing fit. A horrible and painful sounding coughing fit. The letter fell from her hand and she staggered back, gripping the counter for support. My eyes went wide in horror.
“Mom!” I hurried to her. “DAD!”
“No, sweety”, she said. “I’m fi-“
She began to cough, it sounded like one of her organs was stuck in her throat and was fighting to be released through her mouth. I ran out and called for help. I knocked a crew member down but I didn’t care. I started to cry. “DAD!”
I ran back into the bathroom to see my mom lying on the floor know, the organ still trapped in her narrow throat, I called for dad again.
I looked and saw my dad barreling down the hallway to the bathroom. A tiny whimper had escaped my mouth as he leaned over my mom. I brought my hands to my mouth but realized something, they were becoming transparent! It was like I was fading away!
“Mom!” I shouted. Her wig was askew, exposing some naked scalp. “Dad!”
They didn’t look up, my mom was motionless on the floor and my dad himself seemed frozen. I reached out for them, but my feet was frozen to the ground. I opened my mouth for a scream when-
“MOM!” I shot straight up. The little fox scrambled off me then looked at me with widened eyes then looked around, then back at me. I soothed my breathing. I left my mom there, where her cancer could ride away with her and now my dad would be lonely. All my himself. I sniffled and felt a tear roll down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away. My mom will be okay, she has to be…
I looked at the fox now who had its head tilted to the right, confused by my sudden sadness. I decided to name it. “I’ll call you Fuzzy, not original, but it will catch on.”
I smiled before realizing something. I was in the same place as I was when I fell asleep. The fox seemed to be giving me a sly look before trotting away. “W-wait!” I said, but I didn’t chase after it. I was too focused on being panicked. I got up from the slipping back and walked into the bathroom. I turned the faucet onto cold and cupped my hands beneath that to collect water. I threw the water in my face and gasped in the shock, but when I looked up, I was still here in the bathroom. I stood up straight and stared at myself in defeat. There was a knock on the door.
“Hey?” Valentine’s voice came. “Are you getting ready or something?”
“Yeah”, I said then wiped my face. “I am.”
It wasn’t a total lie, I made sure I was nice neat and clean, there was even a toothbrush and paste in a drawer I was going through, after making sure it was clean, I used it.
I walked out and smelled more sweets. I saw Valentine over at the table full of weapons and he smiled over at me. After getting a cup of off and syrup-less pancakes, I walked over to him.
“These are weapons”, he said grinning over at me.
I rolled my eyes while dipping the pancake in the coffee. “I know.”
“So you get to pick which ever you want!” he said smiling before stepping aside.
I crammed the last of the pancake into my mouth then set the cup down. I let my eyes scan the table. There looked to be a lot of ninja stars, swords, but nothing like guns or the sort. I then saw a handsome looking dagger with an orb at the end of the hilt. There was a pink flower inside of it that seemed to be pulsing power into it.
“That is a wise choice”, Valentine smiled. “It emits poison once stabbed.”
I grinned and picked it up. “Then I should use this one.”
I picked up the sheath lying next to it then strapped it to the belt of my skirt. “What next?”
Valentine tapped a finger to his chin. “Well, next we need to get packed up and ready for the journey, we’re going to Dog City in the dog clan! And so here-“ he bent over and pulled out a back-pack from the table. “Here ya go!”
I stared at the bag. “What do I put in here?”
“Just go into the bathroom”, he said. “There should be a toothbrush and whatnot and some clothes.”
Where was all this stuff coming from? I just walked to the bathroom and there was a couple of piles of clothes neatly folded on top of each other. I placed all the stuff in the bag and carried it out by the handle on top (I refused to slip this hideous thing onto my back).
We stepped out of the pyramid and into the sweltering hot desert. I grumbled. “And you didn’t think to take me to this town any sooner?” I said.
“Well, no, but don’t worry, we have a train to catch”, Valentine laughed.
I didn’t like his laugh, something about it made me want to slap him, but as a lady I refused. We walked for several minutes, and I was growing tired fast. “How far is this darn thing?” I looked at him.
“Chill it, we just started walking”, Valentine sighed bluntly. I glared at him then suddenly stopped walking. I dropped my bag and crossed my arms over my chest. Valentine looked back at me. “What are you doing?”
“First thing’s first”, I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “I will not be spoken to in that tone, I have never been spoken to in that tone, and it’s not going to start with you!”
Valentine stared at me incredulous. Then something of admiration flicked in his glassy brown eyes. “Ah, I see, you’re a stubborn one.”
I picked up the backpack and started walking again. “Yes, yes I am, now don’t just stand there.”
Valentine chuckled and jogged to catch up with me. A town soon became visible far off in the horizon. It seemed so close yet far away.
“Now, don’t be rude Friday”, Valentine said to me as we neared the town.
“I am never rude”, I said taken aback.
Valentine barked out a life. “You are going to be a joker huh? Great, something to entertain me.”
I rolled my eyes as we crossed into the town. All I saw was cats galore, this must be a ghost town that was taken up by cats. Valentine readily crosses over to a booth with a window and a small opening at the bottom. In the window was, you’re not going to believe this, a cat. How were we supposed to get tickets from a cat?!
“I would like two tickets to Dog City”, Valentine said, dropping a small sack of coins in front of the opening. The cat actually extended its paw to retrieve the money.
“Thanks”, it said…. IT SAID! “You’re train is at four O’clock and on train B1.”
She printed off tickets and handed it to Valentine whom gave her a grateful grin before turning back at me. “Let’s go order some food!”
I couldn’t agree more. We walked around until we found a food stall and the smell of fresh pretzels emitted from the stall. Surprisingly, this was one of the few humans I saw here. My mouth watered. Something other than fattening stuff! Valentine’s hand was suddenly on the small of my back and I stiffened, he urged me on to the food stall where we got some food. I don’t know why I freaked out when he touched my back, I guess I just don’t like it when people come up so suddenly from behind.
I was dipping the pretzel into the warm melted cheese. Valentine for once decided to be a man by wearing my backpack. It was 2:30 at the time and we were running out of things to do. Finally, we just decided to start walking around to kill time. I suppose I didn’t feel too out of place, there were a few humans dotted around but when I turned around they were cats. Strange.
“Still think this is a dream?” Valentine said.
I looked down solemnly at the pretzel piece. “I… I don’t know. I-I woke up from a dream. I just can’t believe it…”
“What dream?” Valentine asked so suddenly. I looked up at him in shock, why did he want to know about my dream so much? And something in his eyes gave off that he knew something about this…
“My dream?” I said, growing uncomfortable.
“Well, I was just wondering”, Valentine shrugged.
“It was…” I started then trailed off. I sighed and said. “It was my mother. I had a dream about her and my dad.”
He didn’t say I had to go into specifics. He just nodded and his eyes looked sad for a while before I asked, “So what about you?”
“Parents? None”, he said flatly.
“Well… what about those ridiculous costumes you make”, I reached up and stroked his fox ear. It felt strangely real.
Valentine’s face broke into a sly smile. “Yep, I make costumes, I’ve been in a fox mood lately you know?”
I laughed. “That’s insane. You’re insane.”
“Don’t worry about it”, Valentine said. “These things take time to get the feel for it.”
I nodded and he sat down on a bench in front of a cat fountain. I finished the last of the pretzel and threw the plastic cup into a nearby trashcan.
“Hey Valentine?” I looked at him. “Why are we going to Dog City? I mean I know you mentioned like… fighting nightmares in stuff but…”
“Well, seven girls have already arrived and they are now traveling with the princes to Dog City, we need to try to catch up with them”, he said. “I bet you’d be an amazing addition to the team.”
My chest swelled with pride. He had a point. I am absolutely valuable. But where have the time gone? Valentine looked at his watch then jumped up. “Oh my, it’s Three-forty-nine, we gotta hurry.”
I was speed walking, refusing to run, through the streets with Valentine’s hand closed around my wrist and rushing to the train station. We found train B1 and hopped on while the conductor was screaming. I couldn’t tell if he was saying, “All aboard!” or “All for war!”.
We found an empty compartment which had bunk beds built into the wall and a sofa. Valentine swung my back pack onto the rack then placed his lightweight bag on top. The train suddenly lurched and I was tossed to the right, colliding into Valentine, but he caught both of his forearms, somehow managing to maintain his balance, and help right me. We both stayed there for a moment, looking at each other, until we broke apart real fast.
“So”, Valentine cleared his throat. “I hope you get comfortable here…”
I nodded stiffly and sat on the sofa. As I wrote into this, the night arrived. Making the rushing scenery outside very eerie. My eyelids are drooping and I realized something. The fox! The poor fox.
“Valentine!” I whisper over at him.
“Hm?” he said from the bottom bunk (I am now on the top).
“There was this fox who kept following us… he’s left out there! We left him”, I said, starting to panic. I didn’t get an answer right away so I peered over top the top bunk and at the bottom bunk. Valentine was smirking.
“Don’t worry Friday”, he said. “I’m sure he is fine.”
-Friday Melody Willis
“Happy Birthday Mother!” I said.
My Mother did final adjustments to her wig and turned to smile at me. “Friday”, she crossed over and pecked both of my cheeks before taking the envelope. “Thank you Darling.”
I beamed as she opened the card and looked deeply touched. But then her face got weird.
“Mom?” I said, starting to think I did something wrong. “Mommy?”
She looked at me before she issued herself into a coughing fit. A horrible and painful sounding coughing fit. The letter fell from her hand and she staggered back, gripping the counter for support. My eyes went wide in horror.
“Mom!” I hurried to her. “DAD!”
“No, sweety”, she said. “I’m fi-“
She began to cough, it sounded like one of her organs was stuck in her throat and was fighting to be released through her mouth. I ran out and called for help. I knocked a crew member down but I didn’t care. I started to cry. “DAD!”
I ran back into the bathroom to see my mom lying on the floor know, the organ still trapped in her narrow throat, I called for dad again.
I looked and saw my dad barreling down the hallway to the bathroom. A tiny whimper had escaped my mouth as he leaned over my mom. I brought my hands to my mouth but realized something, they were becoming transparent! It was like I was fading away!
“Mom!” I shouted. Her wig was askew, exposing some naked scalp. “Dad!”
They didn’t look up, my mom was motionless on the floor and my dad himself seemed frozen. I reached out for them, but my feet was frozen to the ground. I opened my mouth for a scream when-
“MOM!” I shot straight up. The little fox scrambled off me then looked at me with widened eyes then looked around, then back at me. I soothed my breathing. I left my mom there, where her cancer could ride away with her and now my dad would be lonely. All my himself. I sniffled and felt a tear roll down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away. My mom will be okay, she has to be…
I looked at the fox now who had its head tilted to the right, confused by my sudden sadness. I decided to name it. “I’ll call you Fuzzy, not original, but it will catch on.”
I smiled before realizing something. I was in the same place as I was when I fell asleep. The fox seemed to be giving me a sly look before trotting away. “W-wait!” I said, but I didn’t chase after it. I was too focused on being panicked. I got up from the slipping back and walked into the bathroom. I turned the faucet onto cold and cupped my hands beneath that to collect water. I threw the water in my face and gasped in the shock, but when I looked up, I was still here in the bathroom. I stood up straight and stared at myself in defeat. There was a knock on the door.
“Hey?” Valentine’s voice came. “Are you getting ready or something?”
“Yeah”, I said then wiped my face. “I am.”
It wasn’t a total lie, I made sure I was nice neat and clean, there was even a toothbrush and paste in a drawer I was going through, after making sure it was clean, I used it.
I walked out and smelled more sweets. I saw Valentine over at the table full of weapons and he smiled over at me. After getting a cup of off and syrup-less pancakes, I walked over to him.
“These are weapons”, he said grinning over at me.
I rolled my eyes while dipping the pancake in the coffee. “I know.”
“So you get to pick which ever you want!” he said smiling before stepping aside.
I crammed the last of the pancake into my mouth then set the cup down. I let my eyes scan the table. There looked to be a lot of ninja stars, swords, but nothing like guns or the sort. I then saw a handsome looking dagger with an orb at the end of the hilt. There was a pink flower inside of it that seemed to be pulsing power into it.
“That is a wise choice”, Valentine smiled. “It emits poison once stabbed.”
I grinned and picked it up. “Then I should use this one.”
I picked up the sheath lying next to it then strapped it to the belt of my skirt. “What next?”
Valentine tapped a finger to his chin. “Well, next we need to get packed up and ready for the journey, we’re going to Dog City in the dog clan! And so here-“ he bent over and pulled out a back-pack from the table. “Here ya go!”
I stared at the bag. “What do I put in here?”
“Just go into the bathroom”, he said. “There should be a toothbrush and whatnot and some clothes.”
Where was all this stuff coming from? I just walked to the bathroom and there was a couple of piles of clothes neatly folded on top of each other. I placed all the stuff in the bag and carried it out by the handle on top (I refused to slip this hideous thing onto my back).
We stepped out of the pyramid and into the sweltering hot desert. I grumbled. “And you didn’t think to take me to this town any sooner?” I said.
“Well, no, but don’t worry, we have a train to catch”, Valentine laughed.
I didn’t like his laugh, something about it made me want to slap him, but as a lady I refused. We walked for several minutes, and I was growing tired fast. “How far is this darn thing?” I looked at him.
“Chill it, we just started walking”, Valentine sighed bluntly. I glared at him then suddenly stopped walking. I dropped my bag and crossed my arms over my chest. Valentine looked back at me. “What are you doing?”
“First thing’s first”, I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “I will not be spoken to in that tone, I have never been spoken to in that tone, and it’s not going to start with you!”
Valentine stared at me incredulous. Then something of admiration flicked in his glassy brown eyes. “Ah, I see, you’re a stubborn one.”
I picked up the backpack and started walking again. “Yes, yes I am, now don’t just stand there.”
Valentine chuckled and jogged to catch up with me. A town soon became visible far off in the horizon. It seemed so close yet far away.
“Now, don’t be rude Friday”, Valentine said to me as we neared the town.
“I am never rude”, I said taken aback.
Valentine barked out a life. “You are going to be a joker huh? Great, something to entertain me.”
I rolled my eyes as we crossed into the town. All I saw was cats galore, this must be a ghost town that was taken up by cats. Valentine readily crosses over to a booth with a window and a small opening at the bottom. In the window was, you’re not going to believe this, a cat. How were we supposed to get tickets from a cat?!
“I would like two tickets to Dog City”, Valentine said, dropping a small sack of coins in front of the opening. The cat actually extended its paw to retrieve the money.
“Thanks”, it said…. IT SAID! “You’re train is at four O’clock and on train B1.”
She printed off tickets and handed it to Valentine whom gave her a grateful grin before turning back at me. “Let’s go order some food!”
I couldn’t agree more. We walked around until we found a food stall and the smell of fresh pretzels emitted from the stall. Surprisingly, this was one of the few humans I saw here. My mouth watered. Something other than fattening stuff! Valentine’s hand was suddenly on the small of my back and I stiffened, he urged me on to the food stall where we got some food. I don’t know why I freaked out when he touched my back, I guess I just don’t like it when people come up so suddenly from behind.
I was dipping the pretzel into the warm melted cheese. Valentine for once decided to be a man by wearing my backpack. It was 2:30 at the time and we were running out of things to do. Finally, we just decided to start walking around to kill time. I suppose I didn’t feel too out of place, there were a few humans dotted around but when I turned around they were cats. Strange.
“Still think this is a dream?” Valentine said.
I looked down solemnly at the pretzel piece. “I… I don’t know. I-I woke up from a dream. I just can’t believe it…”
“What dream?” Valentine asked so suddenly. I looked up at him in shock, why did he want to know about my dream so much? And something in his eyes gave off that he knew something about this…
“My dream?” I said, growing uncomfortable.
“Well, I was just wondering”, Valentine shrugged.
“It was…” I started then trailed off. I sighed and said. “It was my mother. I had a dream about her and my dad.”
He didn’t say I had to go into specifics. He just nodded and his eyes looked sad for a while before I asked, “So what about you?”
“Parents? None”, he said flatly.
“Well… what about those ridiculous costumes you make”, I reached up and stroked his fox ear. It felt strangely real.
Valentine’s face broke into a sly smile. “Yep, I make costumes, I’ve been in a fox mood lately you know?”
I laughed. “That’s insane. You’re insane.”
“Don’t worry about it”, Valentine said. “These things take time to get the feel for it.”
I nodded and he sat down on a bench in front of a cat fountain. I finished the last of the pretzel and threw the plastic cup into a nearby trashcan.
“Hey Valentine?” I looked at him. “Why are we going to Dog City? I mean I know you mentioned like… fighting nightmares in stuff but…”
“Well, seven girls have already arrived and they are now traveling with the princes to Dog City, we need to try to catch up with them”, he said. “I bet you’d be an amazing addition to the team.”
My chest swelled with pride. He had a point. I am absolutely valuable. But where have the time gone? Valentine looked at his watch then jumped up. “Oh my, it’s Three-forty-nine, we gotta hurry.”
I was speed walking, refusing to run, through the streets with Valentine’s hand closed around my wrist and rushing to the train station. We found train B1 and hopped on while the conductor was screaming. I couldn’t tell if he was saying, “All aboard!” or “All for war!”.
We found an empty compartment which had bunk beds built into the wall and a sofa. Valentine swung my back pack onto the rack then placed his lightweight bag on top. The train suddenly lurched and I was tossed to the right, colliding into Valentine, but he caught both of his forearms, somehow managing to maintain his balance, and help right me. We both stayed there for a moment, looking at each other, until we broke apart real fast.
“So”, Valentine cleared his throat. “I hope you get comfortable here…”
I nodded stiffly and sat on the sofa. As I wrote into this, the night arrived. Making the rushing scenery outside very eerie. My eyelids are drooping and I realized something. The fox! The poor fox.
“Valentine!” I whisper over at him.
“Hm?” he said from the bottom bunk (I am now on the top).
“There was this fox who kept following us… he’s left out there! We left him”, I said, starting to panic. I didn’t get an answer right away so I peered over top the top bunk and at the bottom bunk. Valentine was smirking.
“Don’t worry Friday”, he said. “I’m sure he is fine.”
-Friday Melody Willis