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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 9, 2011 12:37:09 GMT -5
After seeing the vote, I decided to take Greasy's past for a whirl. It probably won't be as exciting as 'Blue Past', but it is gonna explain how our Hispanic friend ended up the way he is. This is told in his POV. Please, enjoy...
Chapter 1: Torn
I was crouched in front of my parents' puerta. They'd been screamin' at each otha' fer da past hour, 'n' it didn't sound like it was gonna end any time soon.
"You piece of mierda! When're you gonna bring in some real money?!" Mama was screaming.
"Well it's not my fault I was replaced at the university!"
"Ha! You think you teach bien?! No one ever got a decent job as a scientist afta' bein' schooled by you!"
"Well, what about you, Eldora?! You haven't done a t'ing since we moved ta da States! What happened ta 'oh, I'm gonna go back ta sewin' once we get settled in'? What, 11 months ain't enough?!"
Slap!
I gasped an' leaned closer. Papacito was rubbin' 'is cheek, an' 'is glasses were on da floor. Mama was panting, "Karlos...get money. Steal it if ya need to. We're already livin' at da Y an' Alejandro is forced ta go ta dat 'orrible public school. Ya saw 'is bruises! Please, just please..." 'er voice was softer now. Pleadin', "Please, t'ink of our son, an' I'm already expectin' anotha' one in a coupla weeks."
Ah. Is dat whatcha look like when yer gonna 'ave a baby?
I tried ta lean back, but da floorboard under my feet creaked. "What was dat?" Mama asked.
I gasped an' ran into my room.
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 9, 2011 19:03:50 GMT -5
Wow! Very nice KeyGirl!  DisneyPlease! |
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 10, 2011 0:05:12 GMT -5
Thank you!
Chapter 2: What is Love?
I'm sorry, I forgot ta tell you more about myself. My name is Alejandro Ramirez, an' I'm 10 years old. I used ta live in Mexico wit' my parents, but den, Papacito got a teachin' job in L.A.
Frankly, I hate it 'ere. Nobody speaks Spanish, I 'ave trouble tramplin' down my accent, an' dese Americans don't like the same delicious food I'm used ta eatin'.
Plus, ev'rybody in school makes funna me 'cuz of where I'm from. I didn't 'ave any friends, an' I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't want a girlfriend.
Oh, well. Guess I'll just hafta wait til I'm olda' so I can go 'ome.
One day, I was eatin' lunch by myself when I felt someone else puttin' der tray o' food next ta mine. I turned 'round 'n' 'ad ta supress a 'Ai, Chihuahua!' It was a pretty she-weasel wit' curly dirty-blonde 'air 'n' green-blue eyes. Even dough* (*though) I'd been livin' 'ere for 11 months, I'd neva' seen anyone wit' hair da color o' sand, or eyes da color o' a spring...woah.
She grinned, "Hi. I'm Vanessa."
"Ungh uh uh."
Her smile broadened, "You're so sweet. Wanna go out?" I coughed up my chocolate milk and sprayed da table wit' it. She giggled, an' I wanted da ground ta swallow me up even more dan usual. "I-I mean yes! O-of couse! Gladly!" I said, runnin' a 'and t'rough my black hair. She smiled, took out a pen, an' started writin' on my paw, "Here's my address. Pick me up at five. My parents'll think I'm at the library."
"B-but you don't even know my name!" I sounded so corny, I wanted ta take it back.
"Alright then," she eyed me, an' I felt cornered, "What's your name?"
"A-A-Alejandro."
"Pleased to meetcha." She shook my paw. "S-s-si. Same 'ere." I said, shootin' 'er my best smile. She smiled an' started ta eat. I kept my eyes glued ta 'er perfect face, an' all of a sudden I wasn't hungry anymore.
Talk about hot lunch!
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 10, 2011 6:57:07 GMT -5
Oh Boy!!! DisneyPlease! |
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 24, 2011 4:11:34 GMT -5
Sorry this is so short. Whoever reads this, please tell me what u like so far!!
Chapter 3: Decieved
Da next coupla were da best o' my life. I spent all my time wit' Vanessa, an' t'ough we didn't talk much, we made out a lot, an' ya know what dey say: kisses speak louder dan words! At least, dat's what my great uncle Ramando said! What I didn't get, t'ough, was dat Vanessa only b'came really affectionate sometimes. Da rest o' da time, not so much.
I t'ought it was nothin'. My first big mistake.
One day, I met Vanessa at 'er locker, as usual. She ran t'wards me wit' a big stuffed toy g'raffe. "OK," She said, 'andin' it ta me, "hold this."
"Bien..." I mumbled, kinda confused. She nodded 'n' adjusted 'er hair, den smacked on some lip gloss.
We waited a minute.
Den, a big Toon weasel walked up ta me, not lookin' too friendly. I whimpered 'n' hid my face in da g'raffe's fur. "Hey, Tacho-Boy," He snarled, "You jackin' my girl?"
"Your girl?" I pulled my face inta view, "I fear ya made a mistake, dude. Dis is my girl."
"Vanessa, is he serious?" He pointed at me. I growled, but just as I was about ta bite 'is finger, Vanessa spoke up, "We're in love, Steven!" I felt my heart flutter.
"Don't say that, baby!" Steven said, "Lemme at least take ya out to dinner! I know I can make it up to you!"
"OK!" Vanessa flashed 'im a huge smile. I stared at 'er in shock. "W-what?" I whispered. "Don't worry, hon. I'll call you tonight!" Vanessa kissed me on da cheek b'fore linkin' 'er arm wit' Steven's 'n' walkin' off, not lookin' back once.
Whateva' flutter my heart 'ad, it was gone now.
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Dat night, I waited all night for Vanessa ta call. Eight o' clock: nothin'. Nine: still nothin'. By ten, da truth was starin' me in da face, but I just didn't wanna b'lieve it.
She'd neva' liked me. Not at all. She just wanted ta make dat Steven guy jealous.
I whimpered 'n' curled up in a ball.
Love stinks, even at age 10.
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 24, 2011 8:44:43 GMT -5
Aw poor Greasy  but still very nice KeyGirl!!!  DisneyPlease! |
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 24, 2011 8:50:15 GMT -5
Thank you very much!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 25, 2011 2:23:06 GMT -5
Chapter Four: Elenita
A lotta hours lata', I woke up ta da sound o' screamin'. I shot up in my bed an' looked at my alarm clock. It read 4:32 a.m.
"Alejandro!" Papicito shouted, "Come here right now!"
"Comin'!" I shouted, puttin' on my green coat.
When I got ta my parents' room, I saw dey weren't in good shape. My mom looked ready ta faint, an' da floor 'round 'er was wet wit' water 'n' blood. My dad wasn't much betta': 'is eyes were bloodshot, 'n' 'is black hair (my mom's hair was dark brown) was mousled.
"Alejandro," He tossed me da phone book, "Call an ambulance."
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Papicito 'n' I waited in da hall, not sayin' much. Ev'ry now 'n' den, we 'eard Mama scream, an' it killed me not bein' dere wit' 'er.
"So," Papa said, "I 'eard ya cryin' last night. Anyt'ing ya wanna talk about?"
I whimpered. "I wanna go home," I mumbled. Papa sighed an' pulled me inta a 'ug. "Alejandro," 'E said, "I know it's hard, I know. Not knowin' da language too well yet, money, bullies...it's just somethin' we're gonna deal wit' together. We'll pull t'rough, we always do."
I smiled an' wiped my eyes. Papa always knew howtta cheer me up.
A human doctor poked 'is 'ead outta da operating room, "You the family?" He asked. "Si," Papa got up, "How is my wife?"
"She's...um..." Da doctor looked down 'n' pressed 'is knuckles 'gainst 'is teeth. Den, 'e looked at me. "Son," 'e said, puttin' a 'and on my shoulders, "Why don't you go ta da candy shop? Your daddy and I have to talk."
"Oh...OK." I nodded an' walked away...an' 'id b'hind a water fountain. When I poked my 'ead out, da doctor was leadin' Papa in 'is office at da end o' da hall. I pulled my green cap low ova' my forehead 'n' crept t'wards da door. I inhaled 'n' pressed my ear 'gainst da door.
"What do you mean, she didn't make it?!" Papa was screamin'.
I 'eard a sigh, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ramirez. But your wife gave birth two weeks early. Which, normally would be alright, but not for a female of her age. She's 40. It's not exactly old, but there can be...complications when a female of that age gives birth."
"Well, what do you want me to say?! Dat it's OK dat my wife died o' 'complications during childbirth'?!"
I gasped. Mama was dead?!
"At least tell me my child is alright!" Papa shouted. 'Is voice was hoarse.
"Yes. It's a healthy baby girl. 6 pounds, 9 ounces. I can't be sure, but I think she has your wife's dark brown hair and green eyes."
I felt my heart beat painfully.
"...I understand," Papa said quietly. Den, I 'eard 'im gettin' up.
Uh-oh!
I got up 'n' ran ta a chair. Just as I was sittin' dere, Papa came out. 'E wiped 'is eyes 'n' smiled at me, "Hola, Alejandro. Wanna see your new baby sister?"
"Si," I smiled. I 'ad ta pretend I 'adn't 'eard anyt'ing. "Alright," 'E took my paw 'n' guided me ta a big glass wall. On da otha' side were a bunch babies, all Toon and human alike.
Close ta da wall was a small, dark brown kit wit' a small mop o' dark brown hair.
"Is dat 'er?" I pointed ta da glass wit' my free paw. "Si," Papa said, "We will name her..." 'e t'ought a moment, "...Elenita."
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 25, 2011 10:36:48 GMT -5
Nice chapter KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease! |
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 25, 2011 13:38:17 GMT -5
Nice? I mean, I'm pleased you enjoyed it, but Greasy's mother died! Did you still like it?
Could I ask you for a favour?
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 25, 2011 14:28:33 GMT -5
well, yeah, that part was sad! but it was still a good chapter! And what's the favor? DisneyPlease! |
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 26, 2011 1:44:19 GMT -5
OK, thank you^^ and I was wondering if you could tell the other members of this board about my stories. Y'know, so more people read them?
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 26, 2011 6:48:36 GMT -5
I'll try my best to do so! DisneyPlease! |
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 27, 2011 5:46:55 GMT -5
Thank u, my friend *hug* How do u give someone a karma?
Chapter 5: Dirty Touch
I'd like ta say dat t'ings went betta' afta' dat. Dat Elenita, Papacito 'n' I lived 'appily eva' afta', like in dose cheesy fairy tales, she asked me ta read 'er all da time.
But, c'mon. How often does real life go like a fairy tale?
Anyway, a coupla years passed. By da time Elenita was 5 (an' I was 15), she really did look a lot like Mama. She had, like da doctor said, Mama's green eyes an' hair dat was so dark brown it was almost black. She did 'ave my taste in clothes, t'ough. No matter 'ow many dresses Papa bought for 'er, Elenita always snuck into my room an' put on one o' my shirts an' pants. Once, she even wore my boxers!
It was creepy an' funny at da same time. Even dough* (*though) t'ings were far from perfect, I still loved Elenita very much. I taught 'er ta walk when Papacito was too busy, 'elped her speak English an' Spanish, an' even bought 'er a stuffed puppy toy. She called 'im Woofy, an' I couldn't 'elp but t'ink sarcastically, 'Gee, what originality!'
She didn't like 'er class much, t'ough. Ta be more specific, dey didn't like 'er. Whenva' dey saw 'er, dey started chanting, 'Go home, freako!' I dunno why, but dey held it 'gainst 'er dat Mama died. Hell, dey even said it was 'er fault! Wheneva' dey did, I threatened ta hurt 'em if dey didn't shut up.
Dey did, but I hated da emptiness in my words. If I laid one finger on dem, Papa would butcher me.
Dat was b'fore Mortimer got ta 'er.
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Da day started out normally: afta' breakfast, Elenita 'n' I walked ta school 'n' talked about what we'd do afterwards. She was even clutchin' Woofy, 'n' all I could do was huggle 'er 'n' t'ink about 'ow lonely I'd been b'fore.
Once we got ta school, t'ings started goin' from good ta bad. Some human kids saw us 'n' started laughin'. One shouted, "Hey, freako! How you gonna kill your daddy? Poisoning? Burning?" I growled 'n' kept Elenita close.
"Listen ta me, you estupido!" I shouted, "One more comment like dat 'n' I'll yank yer teeth out one. By. One! Wit' no anesthasia!"
Dat shut dem up. "Thanks, Alejandro." Elenita whispered. "De nada," I smiled. Once we got ta da hall, we 'ad ta part ways. My class 'n' 'ers were on different sides. "See you after school, hermana." I kissed 'er forehead 'n' walked ta my class. As I did, I noticed Mortimer leanin' 'gianst da doorway lookin' at Elenita like she was a piece o' cake.
I ignored 'im. My first mistake.
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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Elenita!" I dropped my books 'n' ran across da hall. Dere was still a group o' kindergarteners in da middle o' da hall, laughin' like crazy. "Well?! How da hell you laugh?! Huh?!" I screamed at 'em. "Your freaky sister went into the boy's bathroom!" A Toon puppy giggled. I balled my fist 'n' grabbed 'im by da shirt, yankin' 'im an inch ta my face, "Listen, ya lil' puke," I hissed, "Ever speak about my sister like dat again an' I'll rip yer tongue out. Y'hear me?"
Da puppy sniffed 'n' nodded. "Good," I tossed 'im ta da ground. Den, I put my 'and on da doorknob when I noticed da other kids were still starin' at me.
"SCRAM!" I screamed. Dey cried 'n' rann off. I humphed, straightened my coat, 'n' went inside. I saw Mortimer whistling 'Zip-a-dee-doo-da' ta 'imself 'n' sleekin' 'is hair back wit' water. "Well, Al, how ya doin'?" 'E asked.
"Don't call me Al," I hissed, "Ya know I don't like it."
"Whatever. Tell your sister for me she's great at..." 'E made a vulgar gesture 'n' laughed. I was seein' red. "What did you do?" I asked.
I was answered by soft cryin' in one o' da stalls. I looked down 'n' saw Woofy lyin' on da floor. "Elenita!" I opened da stall. Elenita grabbed my waist 'n' cried in my shirt. As I 'ugged 'er, I saw 'er shirt was unbuttoned, an' 'er trousers were torn. "YOU B*STARD!" I screamed. When Elenita cried louder, I gently pried 'er off me 'n' came nose ta nose wit' Mortimer.
"Don't ever touch my sister again," I growled.
"Stop me, Tacho Boy," Mortimer gave me a shove. Da bell rang. Mortimer grinned 'n' blew a kiss at Elenita b'fore strollin' out. I wanted ta kill 'im.
"Ele," I turned back ta Elenita, who was cryin' like crazy. "It's OK, Elenita. I'm 'ere now. I'm 'ere." I stooped down at 'er level 'n' wiped 'er tears wit' my sleeve. "M-M-Mortimer! H-he--!"
"I know, hermana, I know." I cut 'er off 'n' 'ugged 'er. "Come on. I'm not lettin' you stay 'ere a minute longer."
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 27, 2011 9:11:57 GMT -5
OH MY!!!!  How Can Mortimer do that to a child?! But still another nice Chapter! as for your question about Karma's, to give a karma, click on Exalt at the bottom of the word Karma DisneyPlease! |
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