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Hello there.. A voice in the distance calls to you. You turn around, frightened, because you thought you were alone. Honestly, you think, who would be here? Isn't this supposed to be a deserted island?! You look around and see a dog crouching in the distance. He is sitting a ways off: where the small brush turns onto dark dense jungle. Er.. hi?" you reply. The dog stares at you, sizing you up perhaps. After a minute he decides you are fit to talk to. Well, this is strange," he says as he approaches "I didn't think anyone knew where my island was." You explain to him you came here by accident and that you knew nothing of this isle's existence. You add that you were running from something in your life. That's ironic," he tells you "that is the reason I'm here. I had to run from my old life and this is where I ended up. You can stay for a day or two but then you must leave. I don't like other people." What do you mean?" You ask, "Surely you must like someone?" Well yes," he replies, "I do like one person. Her name is Spreeie. However before you can understand her, or rather us, you must know how I got here. Care to listen?"
I was just a pup when my dad left me. You see he joined the war against Sloth, the first one that is. When he left I was crushed, because at that time my dad was my best friend in the world, and actually the only friend I really had. My mom had never really been there for me, even before my dad left. She never wanted a child, so half the time she pretended I didn't even exist. She insisted I call her by her first name, which was Helen, and as soon as my dad went off to war my relationship with her got worse. She moved my room into the basement because she'd "rather not have me dirty the whole upstairs." I embraced the cold, musty basement. I mean it was the only place I really had to myself since my mom was afraid to go down there. I spent a lot of time in the basement just thinking. I didn't think of much of course, since I was just a pup. A lot of times I just counted the days until my dad came home to visit.
About two moths after I moved to the basement school started. It was my first year of school, and I was nervous about meeting the other pets that go there. My parents didn't have any friends, so before school I didn't either. All I had was my dad. When I told my mom that I was nervous about school she simply told me to "get over myself." So with that piece of wisdom I headed off to my first day of school. All of the kids at school were well-raised pets from good families. All their dads worked at manufacturing companies and made a lot of money. All their moms were perfect little housewives that cooked and cleaned all day long, not a worry in their minds. They all lived in big houses on streets with strict codes about how to keep the outside of their houses. I felt like such an outsider. I lived in a little house that could possibly be called a shack, with a dad in the war and a mom that cared about her dishes more than me. I was a cat amongst dogs. No one there wanted to befriend a little brown lupe that was kind of awkward, kind of different. The pets there were only interested in pets like them, with strict morals and jeweled collars. This is why I sat all alone at table number four and never said a word to my clicky well-groomed classmates. Three months into the school year I still hadn't seen my dad. Of course he called every day, but he only had time for brief conversations and that were no replacement for seeing his face. Nothing had changed in school either. I was still alone at table four. I'm pretty sure that was about the time I met Ossie. He was a gelert that had moved to my school from Meridell, so he didn't quite fit in either. The other pets didn't approve of being his friend because their dads and moms told them not to befriend pets that "weren't from these parts." We didn't have much in common but we did what outcasts should do: ban together. We ended up the best of friends. Five years passed and I saw my dad off and on. I stayed in the basement most of the time unless I was at school or Ossie's. Not much had changed for me at school. I still only had one friend: Ossie. Ossie however was a lot better off. Everyone had become much more accepting of him since he started playing sports. Actually, everyone seemed to like Ossie and they always prodded him not to talk to me because I was "different, weird and a loser." He always told me we were still best friends and I always did my best to believe him. I remember perfectly the day my life changed for the worst. It was November 21; a sunny day with a warm breeze that shook the colorful leaves and blew them to the ground. It was such a beautiful day that my mom insisted I go for a walk. I walked around my neighborhood and thought about my dad. It was only about a week now until he visited. The last time I'd seen him was Christmas, and that was nearing a year ago. As I was thinking I got this weird feeling that I needed to check on my mom. I never really put much thought in her direction, or cared much about the stupid things she did, but for some reason I got the urge to check on her then. When I got home I found her on her bed sobbing. She wouldn't say a word to me or let me on to what was wrong. I turned to leave, figuring she was just having a moment and she looked up at me. Her eyes were full of tears but somehow she looked angry. In an instant she had grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and flung me onto the floor. She did things then that mothers should never do to heir children. In fact, she's the reason I have to wear my socks... to hide the scars she put on me. And, the whole time she was hurting me she just kept screaming "HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD HE'S..." The lupe's voice dropped to a whisper "�dead." You give him a second to collect himself. You see the tears in his eyes and you understand that this is hard for him. He clears his throat and continues. I guess that's just her way of dealing with death and heartache. Anyways, time went by in a blur after that. Life was strangely empty without my dad, and I lived in fear of my mom's angry hand. Although I usually told Ossie everything I never did tell him what my mom did to me when she got angry or just missed my dad. I guess that's why he never understood why I never invited him over anymore, or why I didn't talk to him as much, or why I suddenly wore striped socks all the time. Over a couple of moths my hair had gone from a rich mocha brown to grey. Dull, lifeless grey. I guess that's what depression does to you. Well, somehow during it all Ossie decided he didn't like me anymore. He could have just left me without saying a word to anyone, but of course he had to tell all his friends I had done something horrible to lose his friendship. After he convinced the whole school that I was a jerk the pets there didn't just dislike me, they completely hated me. They threw things at me and spat on me. Called me names during class that are too horrible to say. Life was unbearable, but somehow I lived to tell the tale. As soon as I was old enough to move out I did. I moved as far away as physically possible from my mom's house in Neopia Central. I decided to live in a small deserted island a little ways away from Altador, where I studied the unusual creatures that lived there. There in fact, is where you are now and where the second half of my journey starts. |
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