Kingbing's Goofy Smile (The Sequel) by coca_chia_cola |  |
Precisely a year ago, there once was a brave blue Kacheek
in my life by the name of Kingbing. He taught me so much through that bowl of
soup and sliver of bread on that unusually cold bitter night. There are some
things that can't be understood through the interpretation of words either in
English, Spanish, French, or any known language, except for the words that come
from the heart that need not to be spoken, and already understood. The sheer
horrible memory of that day I lost Kingbing still runs through my mind and you
all still may remember it all very clearly (If not, go
visit issue 54 in The Neopian Times). The vision he left me was positive,
but continues to bring tears to my eyes. I miss him so. Kingbing's goofy smile
and that patch of black hair, I long to see it once more.
If so you want me to continue the story of our
family, after suffering many obstacles of Neopian life, then I shall tell you.
It seemed like a bright sunny day and everything seemed to be going well. My
Jubjubs and most importantly of all, Kingbing, were strapped tightly in the
old plastic seats. The cheap bus was packed of Neopets and owners too poor to
afford proper transportation, it was so tightly squished up that we resembled
a can of sardines. The trip was bumpy and the slight stench of nausea invaded
the air. I brought the window to a large opening and a breeze of fresh air filled
my nose. I inhaled a deep breath and the feeling of calmness swept over me.
At last, I'm starting over my life as an owner and giving my Neopets a second
shot at hope. Deep in my heart I let out a sigh and silently thanked Kingbing.
It was a long bus trip and we stopped once for
a washroom break. That was when Kingbing was snatched. I didn't realise he was
gone until it struck me that one of the seats beside me was empty when we arrived
on Moon Crescent Lane. I called out his name down the road and there was no
reply. Where was he and was he OK? I didn't know for sure. As I've said before,
I tried to locate him, but the owners never replied and I was left in my big
puddle of mess. There I was, thinking of having a new beginning, then BAM I'm
back at square one. I sat on the front steps of our new home, my head buried
in my arms. I cried silently while the sun slowly sank, leaving a brilliant
shade of orange in the summer sky. My Jubjubs walked by my side and urged me
to go inside as the night became slightly chilled.
As the days passed, I found a good job at a
small software company acting as their secretary. It was a pleasant little job
that provided us enough Neopoints to pay the rent and best of all, keep my Neopets
happy. I still thought about Kingbing, I thought about him every night before
I fell asleep and I still do. The reason I'm working so hard is not only for
my Neopets but also for Kingbing. He believed in me, he knew I can achieve whatever
I strove for. And that's what I did. Within the summer, I became much more than
average, I got trophies, won at lots of games, and eventually I worked myself
up to a million Neopoints It was extremely hard work, but all worth it.
My Jubjubs were gone. Now I'm alone in the empty
house where on every wall the memories of the life I had with all four of my
Neopets hovered in my mind. What a life I lived, what a past I made. Every single
day that we survived through together was tightly sealed in my book of memories.
I put that special book in an old shoe box and buried it deep in the sand on
the beach of Mystery Island where I was having a nice vacation. Like that box,
I planned to seal it away, although it is not seen, it forever will be there
until I dig it up once more to look over the pictures that every minute of my
life took a snapshot of.
It's been two years now and I've started a completely
new family with two Aishas, one Chia, and a Meerca. I love them so dearly and
treat them all with so much care and love, but deep in my heart, I knew one
day I will have to once more bury another large book of memories and dig up
the one from before. We live in a large house in Faerieland and everyone in
the family had worked hard for our trophies and even The Neopian Times award.
I told the story of Kingbing not too long ago and buried my first book a time
before I remember. It was the phase in life where time didn't matter because
I lost track of it from a time, which seemed like forever. Starting a new book
was like starting a new time, a time that starts at ground zero and slowly lifts
you to the top of happiness where you would reach the point in life where everything
is just so wonderful. I'm at that point and I love every moment of it.
Luney and Cow splashed happily in the clear
warm water and Cola and Mal built their majestic towering sand castles making
sure there was no single flaw on its smooth sand castle walls. I lay on the
towel with my shades on, letting the sun soak into my skin, giving me a healthy
sun kissed tan. We were vacationing on the exotic Mystery Island for the weekend
and were enjoying every bit of it. For my angels, it was a break from school
and for me, it was a break from my busy life as a stockbroker. Having such a
job has very less or almost no time for my family, so I take them on family
vacations once a month to bond. In the winter, we'd go to Terror Mountain or
Mountain Top and stay in the Ski Lodge.
"Mommy, what's this?" Cola asked, looking up
at me with a confused look.
I took off my shades and got up and walked to
where they were playing. I dug my hands into the damp sand and my fingers felt
something hard. Cola and Mal must have hit something hard with their plastic
digging shovels. I slowly unearthed the mysterious object. It couldn't be...
or could it be? It ended to be an old shoe box, decorated with shiny little
hearts with the words, "Book of Memories" written in a thick black permanent
marker. I put it on my lap and examined it. There was no damaged done to it
and I was surprised that the water didn't get to it before I did.
"What is it mommy? Can we see?" Questioned Mal
in her sweet little tone, climbing onto my shoulders and craning her neck to
see the mysterious object that they discovered.
"What's the matter, mum?" Luney called over,
walking towards us with cow following.
I was silent. I just opened the box although
it contained nothing in it. Memories of the past and visions of the present
flashed through my mind like an old black and white film. It started with the
picture of the five of us, me, Kingbing, and my three other Jubjubs We were
sitting around a large pot of Turnip Soup, drinking out of small chipped clay
bowls. What a life. A series of pictures continued to play through my mind accompanied
by soft peaceful music. The movie ended with my burying that box of memories
from my first life. Now here I am, snapping out of my daydream, finding myself
in a bikini with my Neopets surrounding me looking at me kinda funny.
"Errm... mom, are you OK?" Cow questioned.
"Yes... this box may seem like it contains nothing,
but in fact, it's the holder of many dreams and hopes that you soon will hear
about. It's all about the life I had before, the poverty and sadness our family
suffered through. Of course, you little dudes weren't there yet, it was way
too long ago for you to know about. I never intended on digging this up, it's
a past that is meant to be forgotten, well not forgotten entirely, but moved
on with. The lessons I learned from it will and never can be forgotten. I can
remember every sound, every emotion, ever detail of my first life and I can
write a book on it, but I plan on not to. I know this may sound so confusing
for you as you all are still young and naïve. I promise that one day you'll
understand every word I'm saying right now and you'll live to tell it to your
kids and grandkids," I replied very slowly, working each word with my tongue
and letting it through my mouth.
My Neopets looked at me even more befuddled
and just ran off to continue with their activities. I sat there on the sand,
with the box in my knees, open with lid sitting on the sand. The sound of waves
crashing onto the shore rung through my ears and I closed my eyes. Flipping
through each page and examining every picture and reading each word over and
over again. It was as if I was reliving my first life. Always rely on your
family for everything in life. Cherish every moment you live in life, live every
day like it's the last. Those comforting and wise words played over and
over in my head like a broken record. The last thing I remember from that extremely
phenomenal experience was the gleaming of an extremely white and goofy smile
and a small patch of black hair that sat snugly on the head of a saint named
Kingbing.
The End |
