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The Neopian Times Week 128 > Short Stories > Just Another Melodramatic Story or Tale

Just Another Melodramatic Story or Tale

by erika_idle

It was a charcoal and agitated night.

     The residents of 63994, Neopia Avenue, were settled in front of the fire, as usual. Yoko was taking it in turns to brush her Snowbunny and her own white Aisha fur with the same brush. Jon the Eyrie was curled up on his favorite beanbag, nibbling on a freshly baked cookie. Gioacchino the Kacheek was reading a book on finance.

     The owner and guardian of the three, a girl named Erika, was sitting at her desk, pouring over her books.

     "What are you doing, Erika?" asked Yoko, not looking up.

     "Homework," was the simple reply.

     Gioacchino looked up. "What kind of homework?" he asked, walking over to the desk. He peered over Erika's shoulder, but before he could read any of the text, Erika slammed the book shut abruptly.

     Gioacchino jumped back in alarm. "What did you do THAT for?" he cried. "You nearly took my nose off!"

     Jon sniggered. "She's probably reading that comic book that's stuck between the pages," he said.

     Erika glared at Jon as Gioacchino yanked a small, brightly colored bundle of paper out from between pages 567 and 568. "The League of Super Authors," he read outloud. "Well, THAT sounds exciting," he giggled.

     Erika made a grab for her comic book back, but failed miserably. "It's very exciting, thank you very much," she muttered.

     "So, are you reading that for extra credit?" Yoko asked innocently.

     Erika wrung her hands in exasperation, and looked for an outlet. She found it on the bookshelf. "Hey!" she yelled. "It's the Neopedia! How about I read you a nice, soothing, bedtime story!"

     "Nah," Gioacchino replied, his nose stuck in the comic he had retrieved from Erika.

     Erika lunged for her comic, and was successful. Gioacchino groaned as she put it on the top shelf of the bookshelf, where his little Kacheek legs could not reach.

     Yoko came over with her blanket, her Lenny plushie, and her Snowbunny. "Read a good story this time, please?"

     Jon eyed his sister. "Good story as in scary gross stuff? Blood and gore and shoot 'em ups and Dr. Sloth or some other infamous mastermind?" he asked her hopefully.

     "No!" cried Yoko, pulling her Snowbunny ever closer. "Good as in happy things, Faeries and Unis and plushies and rainbows and-"

     "I think I'm going to be ill," Jon said.

     "You know, Jon," Erika started, "Yoko has had to put up with two extremely frightening stories already... that Halloween tale and an article about Dr. Sloth. She was able to appreciate both of them... to an extent. I think it's her turn to choose a story."

     Jon sighed loudly, but nodded.

     "You going to listen, Gee-Gee? Or are you going to be a mean, heartless, older brother that only cares about things that he likes and never the well-being of his younger sister?" Erika said, using the guilt-trip in such a way that Gioacchino choked back a solitary tear.

     Gioacchino set down his book on finance and nodded sadly, also. "I'll listen," he grumbled.

     "Yay!" cried Yoko. "I choose this one!" she said, as she jabbed at a bookmarked page.

     Erika grinned. "How long have you been planning this?" she asked.

     "Oh... not to long," Yoko grinned back.

     Erika opened the book to the marked page and read outloud the title. "The Snow Faerie," Erika announced.

     Jon and Gioacchino groaned in unison. Erika silenced the two with a glare. "It's Yoko's turn," she said through gritted teeth. Jon and Gioacchino nodded, and sat down with a melancholy glance at their caretaker.

     Erika scanned the page. "This story begins by following the life of a young Wocky."

     Gioacchino yawned. "Cut the introductions, let's get on with the story. Some of us have advanced Trigonometry to calculate and worlds to dominate," he said, stifling a second yawn.

     Erika sent Gioacchino another one of her trademark glares, but began to read, "Her name was Shelly, but her brother called her "Shivers.""

     "What a beautiful beginning," Yoko mused.

     "Shivers was riding her bicycle and was pedaling furiously, because it was an old-fashioned bike, no speeds, no fenders, and the brakes don't always work," Jon added.

"When Shelly announced that she would shortly be celebrating her birthday with a party of much magnificence, there was much talk and excitement with the Wockies," Gioacchino added further.

     Erika sighed. "Are you two going to ruin this story for your sister with mindless interjections?"

     Gioacchino was opening his mouth to say "YES!" but in a much longer and uncouth way, but then he caught sight of Yoko's face. Her eyes were twinkling with tears, and her milky-white Aisha ears were drooping with despair.

     "Fine," he grumbled.

     Erika sat up and began to read again, "He did this because she hated the cold."

     Yoko sighed again with happiness, and Jon and Gioacchino stifled their giggles by turning them into hacking coughs.

     "She hated hated the snow, hated the ice, hated having to wear three layers of clothes whenever she wanted to go outside, hated the sky being dark for half the year... she hated-hated-hated this silly, silly place."

     "Cheers, cheers, cheers to that," Gioacchino mumbled to Jon.

     "'Shelly Shivers! Shelly Shivers! Shelly Shivers!' he shouted, throwing snowballs at her," Erika read.

     "What kind of horrible brother would throw snowballs at his younger sister?" Jon said, aghast.

Yoko raised an eyebrow.

     "She ran away from him, her tears freezing on her cheeks."

     "She was cold. With her solitary Doglefox named Fang at her side, she knew that her only chance of survival would be to build a fire," Gioacchino said.

     "'Leave me alone!' she shouted, her voice echoing off the snow-covered field."

     "Snow-covered fields forever..." Jon sang.

     "She wanted to run forever, run until she was all the way back home, and away from this horrible place forever," continued Erika.

     "Poor Sally," Gioacchino said.

     "Shelly," Yoko corrected.

     "Honestly, Gee-Gee," Jon said, clicking his tongue in bemusement.

     "Her parents brought her and her brother up here for "holiday," but holidays were supposed to be fun, and this was anything but fun. A whole week up here in the frozen nothing, with nothing to do but suffer her brother's taunts in this land where winter never ends. "

     "Why, it's always winter... but never Christmas!" said Gioacchino in a sing-song voice.

     "She was running, fast as she could, her eyes half-closed for the bitter wind biting at her eyes. She forgot to wear her goggles, and she couldn't see anything. She didn't care."

     "Pretend to care, Sally," Gioacchino said.

     "Shelly!"

     "Close enough."

     "Just as long as she got away from her brother, she didn't... WUMPH!" said Erika, using her vocal chords to their full potential.

     "Great 'wumph'!" Jon commented.

     "Thanks!" Erika said proudly, as she turned over a page and continued with the story. "She hit the tree hard and fell backward," read Erika. "When her back hit the ground, she felt it crack underneath her and she fell downward into a spiraling blackness."

     "Sally's in another dimension! AAAaaaahhhh!" Gioacchino cried.

     "SHELLY!"

     "The light of the world above her spiraled away and she fell, fell, fell."

     "Down, down, down," Yoko added.

     "The snow caught her, but she wasn't cold..."

     "I didn't know Meuka Snot was in this story," Jon pondered.

     "Ewww!" whined Yoko. "That's disgusting!"

     "It wrapped up around her like a blanket, and she was warm like sitting by the fire, reading her book. Her nose was filled with the smell of marshmallows and hot chocolate. She opened her lips to see if she could taste it, too..."

     "NO! Don't taste it! DON'T TASTE IT! STOP! Ewwww! Don't, please don't taste it...!" cried Yoko, Gioacchino and Jon in unison.

     "...and she did."

     "Something has happened!" Jon said. "Jon_Buckland has come down with a bad case of Bloaty Belly!"

     "'Shh...' a voice told her. A beautiful, whispering voice," Erika read.

     "Ohh... so it wasn't Meuka Snot," Gioacchino said.

     "How do you know?" Yoko asked.

     "His voice isn't beautiful and whispery," Gioacchino stated. "I'd guess it would be more of a slippery, warbley, slimy and congested sort of voice."

     "Something has happened!" Jon said. "Jon_Buckland has come down with a bad case of the Grumbles!"

     "She felt warm breath on her cheek and she opened her eyes."

     "Open your eyes, look up to the skies, and see..." sang Jon.

     "The snow didn't catch her; it was a bundle of furs, as white as the snow. She looked up further and saw an alabaster face and eyes as blue as the frozen sky."

     "Nobody knows what it's like to be hated... behind blue eyes..." sang Jon again.

     Erika sighed deeply, and continued. "Shelly tried to speak. "Are you a F-f-f-?" Again, the Faerie whispered, "Shh..." Shelly said nothing."

     "Hey, you got me tongue-tied, tongue-tied.. .tongue-tied, whenever you're around..."

     "JON! Stop singing!"

     "The Faerie smiled. 'Let's get you home...'"

     "Our house... is a very, very, very, fine house..."

     Erika, Gioacchino, and Yoko all glared at Jon simultaneously and in such a formidable way that Jon was forcefully reminded of the Ghost Lupe, and was instantly quiet.

     Coughing loudly, Erika continued. "Taelia the Snow Faerie came to the winter lands of Terror Mountain long ago. While the other Faeries gave her strange looks, wondering why she went to the frozen climbs of Neopia, she gave them no regard."

     "I know thee not," Gioacchino said, using his best Taelia voice.

     "She packed up her things and moved out to where the blistering winds blow and the snow covers the ground every day of the year."

     "Well," Yoko mentioned. "I guess she didn't move to Tyrannia."

     "Taelia uses her magic to keep the wildest winds from finding the villages. When Neopians get lost in the storms, she leads them home."

     "Lumos! Reducto! Ahh, dang it. We're hopelessly lost, guys," Gioacchino said, using his Taelia voice again.

     "The other Faeries still give her strange looks, but she doesn't see them. She's too busy walking the wintery hills, wrapped in her magical furs, looking for those who have lost their way in the snow," Erika finished, shutting the Neopedia.

     Yoko sighed happily. "What a wonderful story," she said. "Full of daring escapes, cool Faeries, and an unbelievably brave younger sister."

     "Yeah, wonderful," Jon muttered, earning himself a kick in the ribs from Erika.

     "I didn't think it was that horrible," said Gioacchino suddenly. "I kind of liked it."

     Jon stared at his older brother. "You did?" he said in disbelief.

     Yoko grinned, hugging her plushie and her Snowbunny. "Yay! Two points for the Aisha!"

     "Three points," Erika said.

     "Can I choose the story next time?" pleaded Jon to his siblings.

     "Sure, as long as it isn't another one of your usual blood and gore and shoot 'em ups and Dr.Sloth or some other infamous mastermind stories," Yoko said, shivering slightly at the mere thought.

     "Of course it won't be!" said Jon, sympathetically. "What kind of brother would I be if I chose a story that I knew my little sister would loathe?"

     Yoko perked up. "Thanks, Jon!" she said, grinning. She rewarded her brother with a swift hug before she skipped off to her bedroom for the night.

     Gioacchino raised an eyebrow. "Soo... Lord Darigan or the Ghost Lupe, then?"

     "I was thinking more along the lines of the Jhudora," Jon said, absentmindedly.

     Gioacchino grinned. "Sometimes I'm almost proud to have a little brother like you."

The End

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