Dear Friends,
I am sad today, as I am resigning from finishing this story.
JB, I know you loved the story dearly, and that means a lot to me.
However, after reading these chapters, I've only come to the conclusion that I could write much better stories than this one. And I might! But as of late...I have lost my love for writing and what not.
Yours Truly,
BDN
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Chapter 15-"A Prophecy Found" (THE FINAL CHAPTER)
It's been three years since my brothers and I survived the attack at the girls' night out. What of it?
I spanked myself and rolled out of bed. "Wow," I thought to myself. "I think I will go on an adventure with my friends in Vegas."
My Vegas friends and I shared a strong relationship with each other; they meant the world to me. But as time went on, it came to the point where I wasn't able to see them as much as I used to. Sad, really.
Today was the exception, though. I was going to go visit my friends, and it was going to be just like old times. It had been a whole year since I had seen any of my Vegas friends to tell the truth. Wow, truly rare.
I showered and put on my finest clothing. "*Hopes everyone remembers who I am*," I said to myself. "It has been a while." I grabbed the keys, hopped into my car, and sped down the freeway going 5,678 miles an hour.
The Vegas atmosphere was exactly as I had left it. When I got out of my car, I took a big wiff of the air. "Ah, it's good to be home!"
The people--my friends--on the other hand were a bit different. The strong relationship that we once had didn't seem to be there anymore. "Curious," I thought. "I'd better ask my good friend and cousin TAB about this." I walked into TAB's house.
"TAB, my friend!!" says I.
"Ah, BDN. How goes it?" says TAB.
"Brother! What happened? What happened to our strong friendships? Why does it seem like everyone is out in their own little world?" says I.
"What? What do you mean, brother? Do you not remember?" says TAB.
"Remember? Remember what?" says I.
"Why the prophecy, of course! You know--the one you found?" says TAB.
"Prophecy...Ah, yes...It is all coming back to me now." I said as I fell into a deep flashback.
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It was a warm day in the city of Henderson, and I decided I would go on an adventure in the mountains. I explored the mountains left and right when suddenly I came upon a cave. I entered the cave, and to my great surprise I found a box. A treasure box.
"Now for the tricky part," I said while opening up the box. A powerful light shined out the box, instantly temporarily blinding me.
When I could see again, I noticed that there was a piece of folded parchment in the treasure box. I opened it up and read the following Prophecy:
A group of friends brought together by two great men
Their friendship forever going--or so they thought.
As they grew old together they realized the end-
These two great men would leave the group of friends
Only to lead the group of friends to destruction
They knew it would come, and they wanted to fight
But weak, they were, and it all went down the drain
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"Ah, I see," I said to TAB. "I remember everything now, brother."
"Yes," TAB said. "We tried to fight it but we couldn't. We were the two great men, my friend."
"Ah, it all makes sense now," I said. And then I fell into a deep thought.
It was then that I realized that the prophecy was no prophecy at all. What my friends and I have been going through the last few years is just all part of life, really. When we get older, we get busy with different things, and we don't have as much time to hang out and what not.
In the prophecy, each and everyone of us are the great men (or women if you are a girl). Sure--TAB and I left physically. But I think as time has progressed, we have all "left", meaning that we are all maturing. We still love each other, but we aren't as dependent on our friends as we were in our early teenage years. As we approach adulthood, we become more independent.
But we still love each other! Our friendship isn't destroyed, my friends. It is still there. It may not be as obvious as it was those many years ago, but it's there. And that's life. :)
I spanked myself and rolled out of bed. "Wow," I thought to myself. "I think I will go on an adventure with my friends in Vegas."
My Vegas friends and I shared a strong relationship with each other; they meant the world to me. But as time went on, it came to the point where I wasn't able to see them as much as I used to. Sad, really.
Today was the exception, though. I was going to go visit my friends, and it was going to be just like old times. It had been a whole year since I had seen any of my Vegas friends to tell the truth. Wow, truly rare.
I showered and put on my finest clothing. "*Hopes everyone remembers who I am*," I said to myself. "It has been a while." I grabbed the keys, hopped into my car, and sped down the freeway going 5,678 miles an hour.
The Vegas atmosphere was exactly as I had left it. When I got out of my car, I took a big wiff of the air. "Ah, it's good to be home!"
The people--my friends--on the other hand were a bit different. The strong relationship that we once had didn't seem to be there anymore. "Curious," I thought. "I'd better ask my good friend and cousin TAB about this." I walked into TAB's house.
"TAB, my friend!!" says I.
"Ah, BDN. How goes it?" says TAB.
"Brother! What happened? What happened to our strong friendships? Why does it seem like everyone is out in their own little world?" says I.
"What? What do you mean, brother? Do you not remember?" says TAB.
"Remember? Remember what?" says I.
"Why the prophecy, of course! You know--the one you found?" says TAB.
"Prophecy...Ah, yes...It is all coming back to me now." I said as I fell into a deep flashback.
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It was a warm day in the city of Henderson, and I decided I would go on an adventure in the mountains. I explored the mountains left and right when suddenly I came upon a cave. I entered the cave, and to my great surprise I found a box. A treasure box.
"Now for the tricky part," I said while opening up the box. A powerful light shined out the box, instantly temporarily blinding me.
When I could see again, I noticed that there was a piece of folded parchment in the treasure box. I opened it up and read the following Prophecy:
A group of friends brought together by two great men
Their friendship forever going--or so they thought.
As they grew old together they realized the end-
These two great men would leave the group of friends
Only to lead the group of friends to destruction
They knew it would come, and they wanted to fight
But weak, they were, and it all went down the drain
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"Ah, I see," I said to TAB. "I remember everything now, brother."
"Yes," TAB said. "We tried to fight it but we couldn't. We were the two great men, my friend."
"Ah, it all makes sense now," I said. And then I fell into a deep thought.
It was then that I realized that the prophecy was no prophecy at all. What my friends and I have been going through the last few years is just all part of life, really. When we get older, we get busy with different things, and we don't have as much time to hang out and what not.
In the prophecy, each and everyone of us are the great men (or women if you are a girl). Sure--TAB and I left physically. But I think as time has progressed, we have all "left", meaning that we are all maturing. We still love each other, but we aren't as dependent on our friends as we were in our early teenage years. As we approach adulthood, we become more independent.
But we still love each other! Our friendship isn't destroyed, my friends. It is still there. It may not be as obvious as it was those many years ago, but it's there. And that's life. :)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Chapter Fourteen- "The Treehouse"
Matt and I had a great time in Reno, and we eventually left two days after our journey to Panda Express. The ladies flew home the day before we did, so that gave Matt and me one night with Baby Landon without the ladies. It was the greatest! The ride home, however, wasn't the best. We had some sick car trouble, and it wasn't too great. We had to drive home at a sick 60 mph.
And now it has been weeks after our trip to Reno. It was a bright morning, and Regan Busby felt like going over to the Brunners' house to visit her best friend, Erica. It was no surprise; she was there everyday. So she made her way out of her own house and walked across the street to the Brunner home. She knocked on the door thrice and Erica answered.
"Hey Regan," Erica said.
"Hi Erica," Regan replied. "What should we do today?"
"We should build a treehouse!"
"Alright. Sounds like a plan!"
The two of them then made it back to the Brunners' backyard. Erica gathered some nails, and Regan obtained the wood. The found a tree in the corner of the yard, and they began building. They were the finest of the fine when it came to building. After about twenty minutes of building, they had the greatest treehouse built.
"Well done," Regan sais shaking Erica's hand twice. "We have completed the tree house!"
"Yes, we have. To celebrate, let's go get some sweet lemonade on this summer day."
The two girls made their way into the house.
Meanwhile, Brian Walker and Dal McPral were on a journey of their own. The were going to Dan Seastrand's house via the Brunner's backyard wall. They noticed the treehouse, and they figured it could help them hop the wall.
"Hey Dallin, there is a treehouse! We should climb it to get on the wall," Brian said.
"Great plan," Dal McPral said. "We had better hurry before Erica and Regan get back out."
The two began climbing the treehouse. They got on top of it, and then they heard cracking noises. The 'supports' of the treehouse began to collapse.
"Oh no, Brian! We are breaking the support. We must get off before Erica and Regan get back!"
The two of them then jumped from the treehouse and ran. They didn't know it, but it seems Erica and Regan saw them breaking the treehouse from the window.
"You broke our treehouse!" Regan and Erica tried to tell us the next night in the pool.
A group of us were swimming that night. The group being, Brian, Dal McPral, Erica, Regan, Todd, Sheanold McDonald, and me. Todd and I weren't at the scene of the crime, but we were on Brian and Dal McPral's side.
"No, No we didn't. We didn't break your treehouse," Brian said.
"Yes, you did! THE SUPPORT! You broke one of them!" Erica said.
(I leaned over to Todd and whispered, "The support? Haha." Todd and I laughed.)
"Oh my gosh. We didn't break the support!" Dal McPral said.
The arguement went on forwhat seemed like forever. I decided to end the arguement once and for all.
"Alright, let's call it truce. Come on, guys. Let's get out of the pool," I said as we got out of the pool.
In the house, we spanked ourselves and ate the Brunners' leftover foods. It was a good good night!
And now it has been weeks after our trip to Reno. It was a bright morning, and Regan Busby felt like going over to the Brunners' house to visit her best friend, Erica. It was no surprise; she was there everyday. So she made her way out of her own house and walked across the street to the Brunner home. She knocked on the door thrice and Erica answered.
"Hey Regan," Erica said.
"Hi Erica," Regan replied. "What should we do today?"
"We should build a treehouse!"
"Alright. Sounds like a plan!"
The two of them then made it back to the Brunners' backyard. Erica gathered some nails, and Regan obtained the wood. The found a tree in the corner of the yard, and they began building. They were the finest of the fine when it came to building. After about twenty minutes of building, they had the greatest treehouse built.
"Well done," Regan sais shaking Erica's hand twice. "We have completed the tree house!"
"Yes, we have. To celebrate, let's go get some sweet lemonade on this summer day."
The two girls made their way into the house.
Meanwhile, Brian Walker and Dal McPral were on a journey of their own. The were going to Dan Seastrand's house via the Brunner's backyard wall. They noticed the treehouse, and they figured it could help them hop the wall.
"Hey Dallin, there is a treehouse! We should climb it to get on the wall," Brian said.
"Great plan," Dal McPral said. "We had better hurry before Erica and Regan get back out."
The two began climbing the treehouse. They got on top of it, and then they heard cracking noises. The 'supports' of the treehouse began to collapse.
"Oh no, Brian! We are breaking the support. We must get off before Erica and Regan get back!"
The two of them then jumped from the treehouse and ran. They didn't know it, but it seems Erica and Regan saw them breaking the treehouse from the window.
"You broke our treehouse!" Regan and Erica tried to tell us the next night in the pool.
A group of us were swimming that night. The group being, Brian, Dal McPral, Erica, Regan, Todd, Sheanold McDonald, and me. Todd and I weren't at the scene of the crime, but we were on Brian and Dal McPral's side.
"No, No we didn't. We didn't break your treehouse," Brian said.
"Yes, you did! THE SUPPORT! You broke one of them!" Erica said.
(I leaned over to Todd and whispered, "The support? Haha." Todd and I laughed.)
"Oh my gosh. We didn't break the support!" Dal McPral said.
The arguement went on forwhat seemed like forever. I decided to end the arguement once and for all.
"Alright, let's call it truce. Come on, guys. Let's get out of the pool," I said as we got out of the pool.
In the house, we spanked ourselves and ate the Brunners' leftover foods. It was a good good night!
Chapter Thirteen- "The Trunk"
Kerstin, Matt, and I drove down the freeway, making our way to an unknown area of many stores. We parked in front of some mystical store, and got out of the car. We sat there for a while, waiting for the ladies to come. We heard them, and then we turned around. They were walking behind us, coming toward us.
"Hey guys!" I said. "It's good to be back in y'all's presence. Yes, indeed!"
"Yesols!" Cynthia said as she spanked herself.
"Well, let's go eat, guys!" KT said smacking her lips and rubbing her hands together.
There were only five seats in the car; there were six of us. KT and Matt suggested that the four of us squish in the back. I didn't like the idea, so I decided to get in the trunk.
"Alright, KK, open the trunk," I said.
KK opened the trunk from the inside of the car, and I slid inside. KK then shut the door, and I was in the dark, all alone, in a small area. It was fun though. I couldn't see my hand, because it was so dark. That made me happy, for no apparent reason. I got excited as we got on the freeway. I like driving in the trunk, because I never know where we are. I find that very mysterious. But that is okay.
"So where are we going to eat guys?" I asked everyone from the trunk.
"Panda Express," Kiki said.
"What?" I asked, not being able to hear Kiki. "I can't hear you!"
"PANDA EXPRESS!" Everyone shouted back at me.
"I love that place!"
We drove for a few more minutes and then we stopped.
"When are we gonna be there?" I said, thinking that we stopped at a stop light.
"We are here," Kiki said. "We just parked."
"Sweet. Alright, KK, open the trunk!" I said.
KK opened the trunk from the inside, and I slid out.
"PANDA EXPRESS!" I said as I ran in spanking myself.
We all got our food, and we began to eat. I got the same stuff as Kiki and CC, because I couldn't pronounce any of the Chinese foods. So ordering rice and orange chicken seemed like the easiest thing for me to doo. As I took a big bite out of a piece of orange chicken, Kiki said: "I think I am gonna go get some Jamba Juice next door." I asked her to get me some, but she refused. But that is okay, because she shared later.
After we were done eating, I decided to go to Jamba Juice with Kiki, KK, and CC. We were there for about two minutes while KK got her sweet juice. We then left, and then Matt and KT were waiting for us in the car. I slid into the trunk again, and then we began driving back to KT's apartment. When we got onto the freeway, I fell asleep--in the trunk. It was an interesting experience. I woke up when we got home, though.
"Hey guys!" I said. "It's good to be back in y'all's presence. Yes, indeed!"
"Yesols!" Cynthia said as she spanked herself.
"Well, let's go eat, guys!" KT said smacking her lips and rubbing her hands together.
There were only five seats in the car; there were six of us. KT and Matt suggested that the four of us squish in the back. I didn't like the idea, so I decided to get in the trunk.
"Alright, KK, open the trunk," I said.
KK opened the trunk from the inside of the car, and I slid inside. KK then shut the door, and I was in the dark, all alone, in a small area. It was fun though. I couldn't see my hand, because it was so dark. That made me happy, for no apparent reason. I got excited as we got on the freeway. I like driving in the trunk, because I never know where we are. I find that very mysterious. But that is okay.
"So where are we going to eat guys?" I asked everyone from the trunk.
"Panda Express," Kiki said.
"What?" I asked, not being able to hear Kiki. "I can't hear you!"
"PANDA EXPRESS!" Everyone shouted back at me.
"I love that place!"
We drove for a few more minutes and then we stopped.
"When are we gonna be there?" I said, thinking that we stopped at a stop light.
"We are here," Kiki said. "We just parked."
"Sweet. Alright, KK, open the trunk!" I said.
KK opened the trunk from the inside, and I slid out.
"PANDA EXPRESS!" I said as I ran in spanking myself.
We all got our food, and we began to eat. I got the same stuff as Kiki and CC, because I couldn't pronounce any of the Chinese foods. So ordering rice and orange chicken seemed like the easiest thing for me to doo. As I took a big bite out of a piece of orange chicken, Kiki said: "I think I am gonna go get some Jamba Juice next door." I asked her to get me some, but she refused. But that is okay, because she shared later.
After we were done eating, I decided to go to Jamba Juice with Kiki, KK, and CC. We were there for about two minutes while KK got her sweet juice. We then left, and then Matt and KT were waiting for us in the car. I slid into the trunk again, and then we began driving back to KT's apartment. When we got onto the freeway, I fell asleep--in the trunk. It was an interesting experience. I woke up when we got home, though.
Chapter Twelve- "Reno"
t was a great day for my older brother Matt and me. We were going to Reno to visit our older sister, Kerstin Peterson and her baby, Landon!
I was staying the night at Todd's house the night before we left. I didn't get to sleep until midnight that night, but that was okay. I woke up to the ringing of Todd's cell phone at 4:45 AM.
"Hello?" Todd said answering the phone tiredly. "Yeah? Yeah, he's here. Ben, it's Matt."
I sat up on my bed, which was parallel from Todd's bed.
"Toss it here," I said, too lazy to get up.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"Okay."
Todd then tossed me the phone. I tried to catch it, but I missed it, because I didn't have my contacts in. However, the phone landed on the bed. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Benji?"
"Yeah?"
"I am leaving Henderson at five, so make sure you are ready. Is that alright?"
"Okay. Yeah, that is alright."
It wasn't really alright, however. I wanted to leave a little later that morning, so I would be able to say goodbye to my good friend Bryson and what not. But it turned out pretty well, so it was alright. Matt and I then said our goodbyes, and then I hung up. I tossed Todd's phone back to him. I got up onto my feet to get ready.
I packed up my hobo pack, and then I picked it up. I headed to Todd's bathroom and put my contacts in so that I could see again. I went back into Todd's room and picked up my spongebob blanket. I was ready for the trip; one hand holding my hobo pack, the other hand holding my blanket. I headed to the front room and put my stuff on the floor.
I then remembered that I needed to call Matt to remind him to bring my church clothes and my camera adapter. And so I made my way back to the phone and called him. I told him, and then he said he was on his way.
Matt arrived minutes later, and I hopped into the car. As we drove away, I waved to all my friends' houses. Our car didn't have a CD player, and that made us sad, so we spanked ourself and went to the ghetto store of Wal-Mart and bought a "CD to cassette" audio adapter. This gave us the power to use my portable CD player in the car. Twice! So we were set to go.
We drove down US 95 North (or something like that), the long road that led us to Reno from Las Vegas. We were going a good 120 mph the whole way there. We would be there in no time! Or so we thought. After driving for about 6 or so hours, Matt and I came to a spotlight, where we had two choices of direction: North (US 95) and Northwest (US 95-Alt).
"US 95-Alt? Why would anyone take that? They both take us to the same place," Matt said, not knowing what he was saying.
We drove on the US 95 (North) for a good half hour. We jammed to our sweet music, and then I turned the volume down a bit.
"Matt, are you sure we are going the right way?" I asked.
"Uh, I don't know," he replied. "Why don't you check out the map?"
I then pulled out our map and directions for the first time during the trip.
"I can't make heads or tails of it," I told Matt. "You take a look at it."
I handed the map and directions to Matt Nelson. He examined them, and then a look of horror and terror appeared on his face.
"Uh, Benji, we need to turn around. We were supposed to go on the US 95-ALT."
We turned around and made our way back the US 95-ALT.
We finally made our way to Reno safely, and after a little trouble, we found KT and Jared's apartment. KT asked Matt and me if we wanted to go pick up the girls with her. We happily accepted and hopped into our car.
I was staying the night at Todd's house the night before we left. I didn't get to sleep until midnight that night, but that was okay. I woke up to the ringing of Todd's cell phone at 4:45 AM.
"Hello?" Todd said answering the phone tiredly. "Yeah? Yeah, he's here. Ben, it's Matt."
I sat up on my bed, which was parallel from Todd's bed.
"Toss it here," I said, too lazy to get up.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"Okay."
Todd then tossed me the phone. I tried to catch it, but I missed it, because I didn't have my contacts in. However, the phone landed on the bed. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Benji?"
"Yeah?"
"I am leaving Henderson at five, so make sure you are ready. Is that alright?"
"Okay. Yeah, that is alright."
It wasn't really alright, however. I wanted to leave a little later that morning, so I would be able to say goodbye to my good friend Bryson and what not. But it turned out pretty well, so it was alright. Matt and I then said our goodbyes, and then I hung up. I tossed Todd's phone back to him. I got up onto my feet to get ready.
I packed up my hobo pack, and then I picked it up. I headed to Todd's bathroom and put my contacts in so that I could see again. I went back into Todd's room and picked up my spongebob blanket. I was ready for the trip; one hand holding my hobo pack, the other hand holding my blanket. I headed to the front room and put my stuff on the floor.
I then remembered that I needed to call Matt to remind him to bring my church clothes and my camera adapter. And so I made my way back to the phone and called him. I told him, and then he said he was on his way.
Matt arrived minutes later, and I hopped into the car. As we drove away, I waved to all my friends' houses. Our car didn't have a CD player, and that made us sad, so we spanked ourself and went to the ghetto store of Wal-Mart and bought a "CD to cassette" audio adapter. This gave us the power to use my portable CD player in the car. Twice! So we were set to go.
We drove down US 95 North (or something like that), the long road that led us to Reno from Las Vegas. We were going a good 120 mph the whole way there. We would be there in no time! Or so we thought. After driving for about 6 or so hours, Matt and I came to a spotlight, where we had two choices of direction: North (US 95) and Northwest (US 95-Alt).
"US 95-Alt? Why would anyone take that? They both take us to the same place," Matt said, not knowing what he was saying.
We drove on the US 95 (North) for a good half hour. We jammed to our sweet music, and then I turned the volume down a bit.
"Matt, are you sure we are going the right way?" I asked.
"Uh, I don't know," he replied. "Why don't you check out the map?"
I then pulled out our map and directions for the first time during the trip.
"I can't make heads or tails of it," I told Matt. "You take a look at it."
I handed the map and directions to Matt Nelson. He examined them, and then a look of horror and terror appeared on his face.
"Uh, Benji, we need to turn around. We were supposed to go on the US 95-ALT."
We turned around and made our way back the US 95-ALT.
We finally made our way to Reno safely, and after a little trouble, we found KT and Jared's apartment. KT asked Matt and me if we wanted to go pick up the girls with her. We happily accepted and hopped into our car.
Chapter Eleven- "A Dream of Alpha and Omega"
My friends and I sat on the grass in the park in the middle of a hot afternoon. We were having a picnic! We were all sitting on our personal blankets and what not as we ate our meals. There was lots of foods; sandwiches of every flavor, fruits of all kinds, doughnuts, pudding, jello, and pretty much the goods. I decided it would be a good time to tell my friends a good story.
"Hey guys, I have got a story to share. A Mississippi story, of course," I began. "It took place in the fourth grade, the best school year of my life. Life was good then. I hadn't any troubles, and life was all about just being a kid. Well, my teacher placed me and my best friend Forrest in the back of the class. She knew that we were troublemakers, but she did it anyways. My friend and I were very thankful, but unthankful at the same time. Also sitting next to us, was our worst enemy, Stephanie Child. (She later became one of my good friends in the middle school era.) We never got along with Stephanie.
One day, during recess, we had had enough. We decided to go to "war" with Stephanie. We gathered up our finest friends and created a hideout next to a tree. Stephanie, at the same time, gathered all her lady friends and two boys by the names of Jimmy and Chad. The girls were no big deal to us, but the two boys on Stephanie's side were gonna be a bothersome. We knew that we had to get rid of them first.
Later that week, Jimmy became the leader of Stephanie's group, hence why my friend and I call this war the "Jimmy War." I was the leader of my group, and I knew that if we were to beat Jimmy and Chad, the girls would give up and what not, and then the war would be over. So I asked my two best friends, Forrest and Zack, to come with me to fight the two of them. We made our way over to their hideout, which was by the swings. I challenged Chad, and he accepted my challenge. We went head to head, and he bear hugged me, making it impossible for me to move. So I decided to climb up a nearby tree with my feet, and then I would kick off the tree, causing Chad to fall backwards on my back. I did so, and Chad was unable to get back up.
The three of us then went after Jimmy. I pushed him, and then he pushed me back; I fell to the floor. Forrest attacked Jimmy from behind. Jimmy turned around and pushed Forrest to the ground. Zack was our only hope. Zack then tackled Jimmy from behind, and Jimmy fell to the groud. We had one the 'Jimmy War.'"
Right when I had finished my story (which everyone enjoyed), a white cloaked man appeared behind me and my friends. He was a tall man with grey blue eyes. He uncloaked his head, and then he pulled out a sword from under his cloak and stabbed it into the ground.
"Are you Benjamin David Nelson?" The man asked me.
"Indeed; I am," I answered. "Who might you be?"
"I am Omega The Swordsman. I am here to protect you from the evil Zetch."
"Protect me from...what??"
"Zetch. He is an evil, dark man. He owns a dark castle in the mystical land of Greenland. He is planning on killing all of your friends to destroy you."
I looked back at all of my friends. They were looking at me as if I were a crazy man.
"Who are you talking to, Benji?" Bryson asked.
"What? I am talking to this cloaked man. His name is Omega. Can you not see him?"
"Um, no, no we can't," Brian said, making me sound stupid.
"Omega, why can they not see you?" I asked him.
"Your friends cannot see nor hear me because I am your imagination. My brother, Alpha, and I are going to protect you from Zetch. No worries," he explained.
"What? So you are my imagination, and that is why you are so worried about me being destroyed by this Zetch guy, right?"
"Exactly."
"Well, if you are my imagination, what about Zetch? Is he not also my imagination? And if so, how would an imagination be able to destroy my friends? My friends are the real deal; not imaginations."
"Zetch is not an imagination. He is also the "real deal". But that is okay. Alpha and I have the ability to be seen by whoever we want to be seen by. We have been pretending to be Zetch's servents, so that we could get imformation on why and when he wants to destroy our master."
"I see. Well, if you can choose who you want to be seen by, why not choose to be seen by my friends?"
"We can only choose one person (other than our creator) to be seen by in our existence."
"I see. So when is this Zetch guy coming?"
"Now."
Up in the sky was a dragon. The dragon held two figures, Zetch and Alpha. It was gliding down right toward us.
"Run!" Omega said to me. "Run with your friends now!"
I gathered all of my friends, and then we ran home to Todd Brunner's house.
Zetch and Alpha landed right where my friends and I were sitting for our picnic. Zetch hopped off of the dragon.
"Omega! What are you doing? Why are you leading BDN and his friends away from me? They must be destroyed!" Zetch said.
Omega then pulled his sword out from the ground. He got in his fighting stance, ready to fight.
"I would never destroy my master!" Omega exclaimed.
"And either would I!" Alpha said drawing his blade.
"Hahaha. I see. So you two have been on BDN's side this whole time? I see, I see. And you are swordsmen? Well done. You fooled me! Twice!" Zetch said. "But I, too, am well-trained with the sword."
"Then fight!" Alpha and Omega said as they went head to head with the evil Zetch.
Zetch wasn't as good as he thought he was. He was unable to match the great swordsmenship of the two guardians of BDN. He was killed twice; once by Alpha, once by Omega.
I then woke up from my long, terrifying dream. I sat up in my bed, and I started talking to myself.
"Alpha and Omega? My imagination? Zetch? Killing me and my friends? Weird. I wonder what that was all about. Can't wait to see my friends tomorrow."
I then yawned, spanked myself, and went straight back to sleep.
"Hey guys, I have got a story to share. A Mississippi story, of course," I began. "It took place in the fourth grade, the best school year of my life. Life was good then. I hadn't any troubles, and life was all about just being a kid. Well, my teacher placed me and my best friend Forrest in the back of the class. She knew that we were troublemakers, but she did it anyways. My friend and I were very thankful, but unthankful at the same time. Also sitting next to us, was our worst enemy, Stephanie Child. (She later became one of my good friends in the middle school era.) We never got along with Stephanie.
One day, during recess, we had had enough. We decided to go to "war" with Stephanie. We gathered up our finest friends and created a hideout next to a tree. Stephanie, at the same time, gathered all her lady friends and two boys by the names of Jimmy and Chad. The girls were no big deal to us, but the two boys on Stephanie's side were gonna be a bothersome. We knew that we had to get rid of them first.
Later that week, Jimmy became the leader of Stephanie's group, hence why my friend and I call this war the "Jimmy War." I was the leader of my group, and I knew that if we were to beat Jimmy and Chad, the girls would give up and what not, and then the war would be over. So I asked my two best friends, Forrest and Zack, to come with me to fight the two of them. We made our way over to their hideout, which was by the swings. I challenged Chad, and he accepted my challenge. We went head to head, and he bear hugged me, making it impossible for me to move. So I decided to climb up a nearby tree with my feet, and then I would kick off the tree, causing Chad to fall backwards on my back. I did so, and Chad was unable to get back up.
The three of us then went after Jimmy. I pushed him, and then he pushed me back; I fell to the floor. Forrest attacked Jimmy from behind. Jimmy turned around and pushed Forrest to the ground. Zack was our only hope. Zack then tackled Jimmy from behind, and Jimmy fell to the groud. We had one the 'Jimmy War.'"
Right when I had finished my story (which everyone enjoyed), a white cloaked man appeared behind me and my friends. He was a tall man with grey blue eyes. He uncloaked his head, and then he pulled out a sword from under his cloak and stabbed it into the ground.
"Are you Benjamin David Nelson?" The man asked me.
"Indeed; I am," I answered. "Who might you be?"
"I am Omega The Swordsman. I am here to protect you from the evil Zetch."
"Protect me from...what??"
"Zetch. He is an evil, dark man. He owns a dark castle in the mystical land of Greenland. He is planning on killing all of your friends to destroy you."
I looked back at all of my friends. They were looking at me as if I were a crazy man.
"Who are you talking to, Benji?" Bryson asked.
"What? I am talking to this cloaked man. His name is Omega. Can you not see him?"
"Um, no, no we can't," Brian said, making me sound stupid.
"Omega, why can they not see you?" I asked him.
"Your friends cannot see nor hear me because I am your imagination. My brother, Alpha, and I are going to protect you from Zetch. No worries," he explained.
"What? So you are my imagination, and that is why you are so worried about me being destroyed by this Zetch guy, right?"
"Exactly."
"Well, if you are my imagination, what about Zetch? Is he not also my imagination? And if so, how would an imagination be able to destroy my friends? My friends are the real deal; not imaginations."
"Zetch is not an imagination. He is also the "real deal". But that is okay. Alpha and I have the ability to be seen by whoever we want to be seen by. We have been pretending to be Zetch's servents, so that we could get imformation on why and when he wants to destroy our master."
"I see. Well, if you can choose who you want to be seen by, why not choose to be seen by my friends?"
"We can only choose one person (other than our creator) to be seen by in our existence."
"I see. So when is this Zetch guy coming?"
"Now."
Up in the sky was a dragon. The dragon held two figures, Zetch and Alpha. It was gliding down right toward us.
"Run!" Omega said to me. "Run with your friends now!"
I gathered all of my friends, and then we ran home to Todd Brunner's house.
Zetch and Alpha landed right where my friends and I were sitting for our picnic. Zetch hopped off of the dragon.
"Omega! What are you doing? Why are you leading BDN and his friends away from me? They must be destroyed!" Zetch said.
Omega then pulled his sword out from the ground. He got in his fighting stance, ready to fight.
"I would never destroy my master!" Omega exclaimed.
"And either would I!" Alpha said drawing his blade.
"Hahaha. I see. So you two have been on BDN's side this whole time? I see, I see. And you are swordsmen? Well done. You fooled me! Twice!" Zetch said. "But I, too, am well-trained with the sword."
"Then fight!" Alpha and Omega said as they went head to head with the evil Zetch.
Zetch wasn't as good as he thought he was. He was unable to match the great swordsmenship of the two guardians of BDN. He was killed twice; once by Alpha, once by Omega.
I then woke up from my long, terrifying dream. I sat up in my bed, and I started talking to myself.
"Alpha and Omega? My imagination? Zetch? Killing me and my friends? Weird. I wonder what that was all about. Can't wait to see my friends tomorrow."
I then yawned, spanked myself, and went straight back to sleep.
Chapter Ten- "Evil Arises"
The evil man by the name of Zetch sat on his throne of glory. He was pretty much a king and ruler of a group of nasty folk. He owned a dark castle in the mystical land of Greenland, where there were many blizzard storms and evil beast. The castle and the land both fit his mood perfectly.
Zetch wore his finest black armor as he sat in his throne. His long black hair hung as he looked at the stone floor of his chamber. He looked up and eyed one of his cloaked servents.
"Alpha, I have decided that we are gonna make BDN's death nice and slow," Zetch told his servent.
Alpha was Zetch's most trusted servent. He had a white cloak, unlike all the other servents; that made him special. He had grey blue eyes, and dark brown hair.
"Master, how are we gonna manage that?" Alpha said kneeling on one knee. "He has great agility, and he avoids slow things. How can we fufill a slow death?"
"Easily," Zetch explained. "We are to destroy his friends first. Without his friends, he has no happiness. Without his happiness, he will lose all his love. Without his love, he will lose his will to live. And then, he will surely fall."
"Yes, Master. It all makes sense to me now."
"Alright, good. You are dismissed for now. We will begin the process tomorrow."
Alpha stopped kneeling, and he stood up. He walked out of the dark chamber, and he came to a candlelit hall. He walked a few paces down the hall, and then he went down a flight of stairs. He was now in the dungeon of the castle. He snapped three times, and then another man that looked just like him appeared.
"Omega, I have obtained more information on the destruction of BDN," Alpha said.
"Well done, Brother," Omega said. "We cannot allow BDN to be destroyed. Now, tell me what Zetch plans on doing to destory Master BDN."
It was now clear that the two of them were identical twin brothers, and they were not really on Zetch's side.
"I see," Omega said after hearing Alpha's explanation. "So Zetch plans to destroy BDN by destroying his friends first, eh?"
"Precisely," Alpha said. "So Omega, how did your part of the journey go? Did you figure out why Zetch wants to destroy BDN?"
"Actually, I did," Omega began. "I was able to gather some information from the librarian of this castle. They said that Zetch found a legend in a book speaking of a boy by the name of BDN who will bring happiness and love to the whole world. He didn't like that whole idea, so he decided to destroy the poor boy. He truly is an evil man, that Zetch! He must be stopped."
"Indeed. He must," Alpha said. "Any ideas?"
Omega pulled his sword out from under his cloak. Both he and his brother were great swordmen. Their sword handles were made out of mythril, and the blade itself was made from adamantite. Omega swung his sword in midair. He had come up with an idea.
"Alpha, you will continue to pretend to be Zetch's servent. I will go warn BDN and his friends. When he comes to destroy the first friend, follow him, and we will both be able to help BDN and his friends out," Omega explained. 'Does that sound like a plan?"
"Yes, brother. We mustn't fail. Good luck to you, brother!"
Alpha then put his hood over his head, and then disappeared up the stairs. Omega also dissapeared to find BDN.
BDN and his friends had a big surprise waiting for them the next day.
Zetch wore his finest black armor as he sat in his throne. His long black hair hung as he looked at the stone floor of his chamber. He looked up and eyed one of his cloaked servents.
"Alpha, I have decided that we are gonna make BDN's death nice and slow," Zetch told his servent.
Alpha was Zetch's most trusted servent. He had a white cloak, unlike all the other servents; that made him special. He had grey blue eyes, and dark brown hair.
"Master, how are we gonna manage that?" Alpha said kneeling on one knee. "He has great agility, and he avoids slow things. How can we fufill a slow death?"
"Easily," Zetch explained. "We are to destroy his friends first. Without his friends, he has no happiness. Without his happiness, he will lose all his love. Without his love, he will lose his will to live. And then, he will surely fall."
"Yes, Master. It all makes sense to me now."
"Alright, good. You are dismissed for now. We will begin the process tomorrow."
Alpha stopped kneeling, and he stood up. He walked out of the dark chamber, and he came to a candlelit hall. He walked a few paces down the hall, and then he went down a flight of stairs. He was now in the dungeon of the castle. He snapped three times, and then another man that looked just like him appeared.
"Omega, I have obtained more information on the destruction of BDN," Alpha said.
"Well done, Brother," Omega said. "We cannot allow BDN to be destroyed. Now, tell me what Zetch plans on doing to destory Master BDN."
It was now clear that the two of them were identical twin brothers, and they were not really on Zetch's side.
"I see," Omega said after hearing Alpha's explanation. "So Zetch plans to destroy BDN by destroying his friends first, eh?"
"Precisely," Alpha said. "So Omega, how did your part of the journey go? Did you figure out why Zetch wants to destroy BDN?"
"Actually, I did," Omega began. "I was able to gather some information from the librarian of this castle. They said that Zetch found a legend in a book speaking of a boy by the name of BDN who will bring happiness and love to the whole world. He didn't like that whole idea, so he decided to destroy the poor boy. He truly is an evil man, that Zetch! He must be stopped."
"Indeed. He must," Alpha said. "Any ideas?"
Omega pulled his sword out from under his cloak. Both he and his brother were great swordmen. Their sword handles were made out of mythril, and the blade itself was made from adamantite. Omega swung his sword in midair. He had come up with an idea.
"Alpha, you will continue to pretend to be Zetch's servent. I will go warn BDN and his friends. When he comes to destroy the first friend, follow him, and we will both be able to help BDN and his friends out," Omega explained. 'Does that sound like a plan?"
"Yes, brother. We mustn't fail. Good luck to you, brother!"
Alpha then put his hood over his head, and then disappeared up the stairs. Omega also dissapeared to find BDN.
BDN and his friends had a big surprise waiting for them the next day.
Chapter Nine- "Lava Lamps and Jones Soda Extract"
It had been many weeks since the trip to Mississippi and the counter attack of the ladies. All of us injured guys were now our of our wheelchairs. We were alive and kicking! My left foot, however, was still in pain.
It was a great day to visit my friends in the city of Las Vegas. There was one problem, though. Everyone of them was out of town, except the Seastrand family and my brother Tyler Post. But that was okay; I liked the whole lot of them, so I made my older brother Matt drive me from Henderson to Las Vegas just to see the whole lot of them. As we drove down Spanish, I wondered if Post was at Bryson's house. Sure enough, when I looked, I saw Post's car parked on the sidewalk in front of Bry's house, meaning he had to be there. We parked in front of Bryson's house, and then I got out. I said good bye to Matt, and then I walked to the front door. I knocked.
"Who is it?" Baby Tyler asked.
"It's your best friend," I replied.
Tyler then opened the door and let me in.
"Oh, hi, Bunji! Mom, Mom. Bunji's here, Bunji's here!"
I then followed Tyler into the kitchen, where we found Sister Seastrand.
"Hi, Bunji!" Sister Seastrand said, pretending to be surprised. I knew she wasn't really surprised, though, because I had been showing up at their house quite often.
"Hullo!"
"How you doin'?"
"Pretty good."
"Good, good."
"Are Bryson and Post around?"
"Yeah, they are building a lava lamp out of junk in Bryson's room, if you want to go check it out."
"Don't mind if I do."
I left the kitchen and began to walk down the hallway that led to Bryson's room. On the way there, I ran into Angela.
"Hi, Benji."
"Hey. How ya doin'?"
"I am fine."
"I am glad. I am pretty good myself."
I smiled; she didn't notice me. I continued walking to Bryson's room, and Angela went to the kitchen to help with Tyler. I walked into Bryson's room, and I found Bryson and Post working on the lava lamp.
"Hey, Bryson," I said. "Can I help with the lava lamp?"
"Sure," Bryson replied."You can go to Mobile with Post to get some Jones Soda extract. It is the final thing we need for the lava lamp."
"Alright," I said, accepting the task.
"Ben, WHAT IS UP!?" Post asked.
"I am fine, Post. Let's go get that extract. I could use a little fresh air. We can even jump the jump on the way there."
"Deal."
We left the house, and then hopped into the car. We left the cove and then got onto Spanish. We began talking.
"Ben, I have got to admit, I definately have the hotts for your sister," he said giving me his daily speech.
"Haha. I am glad. It is always exciting when my sister falls in love with my best friends. I love seeing both my sister and my best friends happy."
"Definately," Post said as he sped up. We went over the dip and flew a good 17 feet into the air. We landed and then we kept on going. We were at mobile in about .75 milliseconds.
We were about to walk in when Post stopped in front of the entrance, where we found a bike parked.
"Brummett?" He said pointing at the bike.
We laughed jokingly, and then we entered the mobile. We went over to the soda section, and we grabbed four Jones Sodas. Three for us and one for the lava lamp. We bought them, and then we left.
We were suddenly back into the room of our good friend, Bryson Seastrand. We spanked ourselves, and then we all "chugged" our Jones Sodas. They were good. Bryson then took the remaining one, and poured it into the lava lamp. He then put the lid on the lamp, and then he plugged it in. He began to glow a green applish color, and it lit up the whole room. (It glowed that way, because the flavor we put in there was Green Apple.) Our lava lamp was a sucess!
"Yes!" Bryson said.
It was a great day to visit my friends in the city of Las Vegas. There was one problem, though. Everyone of them was out of town, except the Seastrand family and my brother Tyler Post. But that was okay; I liked the whole lot of them, so I made my older brother Matt drive me from Henderson to Las Vegas just to see the whole lot of them. As we drove down Spanish, I wondered if Post was at Bryson's house. Sure enough, when I looked, I saw Post's car parked on the sidewalk in front of Bry's house, meaning he had to be there. We parked in front of Bryson's house, and then I got out. I said good bye to Matt, and then I walked to the front door. I knocked.
"Who is it?" Baby Tyler asked.
"It's your best friend," I replied.
Tyler then opened the door and let me in.
"Oh, hi, Bunji! Mom, Mom. Bunji's here, Bunji's here!"
I then followed Tyler into the kitchen, where we found Sister Seastrand.
"Hi, Bunji!" Sister Seastrand said, pretending to be surprised. I knew she wasn't really surprised, though, because I had been showing up at their house quite often.
"Hullo!"
"How you doin'?"
"Pretty good."
"Good, good."
"Are Bryson and Post around?"
"Yeah, they are building a lava lamp out of junk in Bryson's room, if you want to go check it out."
"Don't mind if I do."
I left the kitchen and began to walk down the hallway that led to Bryson's room. On the way there, I ran into Angela.
"Hi, Benji."
"Hey. How ya doin'?"
"I am fine."
"I am glad. I am pretty good myself."
I smiled; she didn't notice me. I continued walking to Bryson's room, and Angela went to the kitchen to help with Tyler. I walked into Bryson's room, and I found Bryson and Post working on the lava lamp.
"Hey, Bryson," I said. "Can I help with the lava lamp?"
"Sure," Bryson replied."You can go to Mobile with Post to get some Jones Soda extract. It is the final thing we need for the lava lamp."
"Alright," I said, accepting the task.
"Ben, WHAT IS UP!?" Post asked.
"I am fine, Post. Let's go get that extract. I could use a little fresh air. We can even jump the jump on the way there."
"Deal."
We left the house, and then hopped into the car. We left the cove and then got onto Spanish. We began talking.
"Ben, I have got to admit, I definately have the hotts for your sister," he said giving me his daily speech.
"Haha. I am glad. It is always exciting when my sister falls in love with my best friends. I love seeing both my sister and my best friends happy."
"Definately," Post said as he sped up. We went over the dip and flew a good 17 feet into the air. We landed and then we kept on going. We were at mobile in about .75 milliseconds.
We were about to walk in when Post stopped in front of the entrance, where we found a bike parked.
"Brummett?" He said pointing at the bike.
We laughed jokingly, and then we entered the mobile. We went over to the soda section, and we grabbed four Jones Sodas. Three for us and one for the lava lamp. We bought them, and then we left.
We were suddenly back into the room of our good friend, Bryson Seastrand. We spanked ourselves, and then we all "chugged" our Jones Sodas. They were good. Bryson then took the remaining one, and poured it into the lava lamp. He then put the lid on the lamp, and then he plugged it in. He began to glow a green applish color, and it lit up the whole room. (It glowed that way, because the flavor we put in there was Green Apple.) Our lava lamp was a sucess!
"Yes!" Bryson said.
Chapter Eight- "The Trip"
was in a deep sensational pain. My left foot!! It was pretty much a goner. Because of the destruction of my foot, I had to borrow one of Bryson's sweet wheelchairs. Not only did I have to borrow one of his wheelchairs, but everyone who was attacked had to borrow one of his wheelchairs. We were hurt that bad! But that is okay.
I sat with three of my many best friends (Dallin Busby, Brian Walker, and Todd Brunner) at Todd's house. We were pretty bored. We would hang out with the ladies, but it seemed they wanted some time away from us because of the destruction we tried to cause to their party. So to steal some time away, we decided to go on a trip. We decided to plan a place to go and what not.
"So guys, where shall we go?" I asked the three of them.
"Well, what are our choices?" Todd asked.
"Hmmmmmm,"Brian pretty much said.
"Guys, we could pretty much go anywhere, since we have Bryson's wheelchairs!" Dallin said. "We can fly!!"
"Yeah, well, Bryson has never flown cross country on the wheelchairs before. How do we know we are gonna make it to wherever we go?" Todd asked.
"Well, we must try it and take our chances," I said as I drove out of Todd's house.
The three of them followed me.
We got outside and went to the middle of the cove. We hit the flying button and we began to hover a few feet off the ground.
"Well, we aren't high enough!" Brian complained. "How are we gonna fly anywhere?"
I knew Brian was right, so I began looking for some kind of switch that would increase our elevation. I felt around the side of the joystick panel and found a up switch and a down switch. I hit the up switch to maximum, and the next thing I knew, I was in the clouds! I guess my friends caught on pretty quick, because the next thing I knew they were there with me.
"Alright guys, put on your seatbelts!" Todd told us all.
We did as we were told, not even knowing that their were seatbelts in the first place. But there were so that is okay.
I then felt around the other side of the joystick panel, and I found two other switches. I hit them both, and a radar and map came up. The map showed our location, Las Vegas, Nevada. I looked over at the map and saw my good home of Southaven, Mississippi. I knew that was where we should go.
"GUYS! FOLLOW ME! WE ARE GOING TO MISSISSIPPI!" I said loudly because a airplane was flying below us, causing much noise.
I then flew off and my good friends followed me. We would be there in now time; the wheelchairs were going a good 546 mph!
We flew for three hours and then we were finally in Mississippi. It was alot greener than our city of Las Vegas! We were gonna have a hard time getting used to the humid air and what not. It was some nasty stuff! We landed by my Mississippi house, which hadn't been sold yet. It was raining, and we were worried about the wheelchairs, but then we figured out that they were also waterproof. The goods!
"Alright, we are gonna visit all my friends, guys," I said. "Starting with CJ, my next door neighbor."
We drove over to CJ's house on the wheelchairs. I knocked on the door and Miiko, CJ's Mom, answered the door.
"Benji?" she asked puzzled. "How are you here!?"
"I drove with my friends, of course," I told her. "Our friend Bryson let us borrow his wheelchairs because we were attacked by girls, which hurt us quite badly."
"I see," Miiko said laughing. "Well, come on in, come on in."
We all went inside and went into the living room, where they owned the biggest TV ever. It was the greatest. CJ came out of his room with my best friend Kyle.
"BENJI!" They said. "You are here!"
"Yes, I am," I said. "With my some of my best friends. Guys, introduce yourselves."
"I am Brian."
"I am Todd."
"I am Dallin G. Busby."
The three of them shook the two's hands.
"Glad to meet ya," CJ said. "So y'all are the heroes of Benji. He talks about you guys quite alot."
"Haha," Todd laughed. "Yeah, he talks about you guys, too. Just not alot."
We all laughed and then it was silent.
"Good times, good times!" Dallin said out of nowhere. Good times. Definately.
So we sat there for five hours and told Kyle and CJ the tale of the lady attack and of how I was sent to court and what not. Todd, Brian, and Dallin shared Vegas stories, and Kyle and CJ shared Mississippi stories. But then the hour got late, and we had to leave Mississippi. We said our goodbyes to the McCoy family, and then spanked ourselves. We never told anyone we were going in the first place, so we drove outside and flew home.
I sat with three of my many best friends (Dallin Busby, Brian Walker, and Todd Brunner) at Todd's house. We were pretty bored. We would hang out with the ladies, but it seemed they wanted some time away from us because of the destruction we tried to cause to their party. So to steal some time away, we decided to go on a trip. We decided to plan a place to go and what not.
"So guys, where shall we go?" I asked the three of them.
"Well, what are our choices?" Todd asked.
"Hmmmmmm,"Brian pretty much said.
"Guys, we could pretty much go anywhere, since we have Bryson's wheelchairs!" Dallin said. "We can fly!!"
"Yeah, well, Bryson has never flown cross country on the wheelchairs before. How do we know we are gonna make it to wherever we go?" Todd asked.
"Well, we must try it and take our chances," I said as I drove out of Todd's house.
The three of them followed me.
We got outside and went to the middle of the cove. We hit the flying button and we began to hover a few feet off the ground.
"Well, we aren't high enough!" Brian complained. "How are we gonna fly anywhere?"
I knew Brian was right, so I began looking for some kind of switch that would increase our elevation. I felt around the side of the joystick panel and found a up switch and a down switch. I hit the up switch to maximum, and the next thing I knew, I was in the clouds! I guess my friends caught on pretty quick, because the next thing I knew they were there with me.
"Alright guys, put on your seatbelts!" Todd told us all.
We did as we were told, not even knowing that their were seatbelts in the first place. But there were so that is okay.
I then felt around the other side of the joystick panel, and I found two other switches. I hit them both, and a radar and map came up. The map showed our location, Las Vegas, Nevada. I looked over at the map and saw my good home of Southaven, Mississippi. I knew that was where we should go.
"GUYS! FOLLOW ME! WE ARE GOING TO MISSISSIPPI!" I said loudly because a airplane was flying below us, causing much noise.
I then flew off and my good friends followed me. We would be there in now time; the wheelchairs were going a good 546 mph!
We flew for three hours and then we were finally in Mississippi. It was alot greener than our city of Las Vegas! We were gonna have a hard time getting used to the humid air and what not. It was some nasty stuff! We landed by my Mississippi house, which hadn't been sold yet. It was raining, and we were worried about the wheelchairs, but then we figured out that they were also waterproof. The goods!
"Alright, we are gonna visit all my friends, guys," I said. "Starting with CJ, my next door neighbor."
We drove over to CJ's house on the wheelchairs. I knocked on the door and Miiko, CJ's Mom, answered the door.
"Benji?" she asked puzzled. "How are you here!?"
"I drove with my friends, of course," I told her. "Our friend Bryson let us borrow his wheelchairs because we were attacked by girls, which hurt us quite badly."
"I see," Miiko said laughing. "Well, come on in, come on in."
We all went inside and went into the living room, where they owned the biggest TV ever. It was the greatest. CJ came out of his room with my best friend Kyle.
"BENJI!" They said. "You are here!"
"Yes, I am," I said. "With my some of my best friends. Guys, introduce yourselves."
"I am Brian."
"I am Todd."
"I am Dallin G. Busby."
The three of them shook the two's hands.
"Glad to meet ya," CJ said. "So y'all are the heroes of Benji. He talks about you guys quite alot."
"Haha," Todd laughed. "Yeah, he talks about you guys, too. Just not alot."
We all laughed and then it was silent.
"Good times, good times!" Dallin said out of nowhere. Good times. Definately.
So we sat there for five hours and told Kyle and CJ the tale of the lady attack and of how I was sent to court and what not. Todd, Brian, and Dallin shared Vegas stories, and Kyle and CJ shared Mississippi stories. But then the hour got late, and we had to leave Mississippi. We said our goodbyes to the McCoy family, and then spanked ourselves. We never told anyone we were going in the first place, so we drove outside and flew home.
Chapter Seven- "An Attempt"
It was a great night for all of the ladies to have a sweet party. However, it was a horrible night to leave all the guys behind. We guys, being very selfish when it comes to having our ladies, decided to make a plan to stop the ladies from having fun without us. My friends and I gathered in the middle of Spanish Garden CT to discuss the greatest plan to stop the ladies. These best friends included Post, Bryson, BrianWalker, Dallin, Todd, and myself. (Yes, I am one of my own best friends.) "So guys, what are we gonna do to crash this party?" Dallin Busby, my good man, asked. "Ahem, well, when I last checked, Karrae and the whole lot of them were in Karrae's room," Todd began. "So that is some info to start with." "Well, we must find a sneaky way up to Karrae's room, then," Brian said next. "Yes, my good man," I said. "We must. Tyler, Bryson,
any ideas?" "Hmmm. Well, if we were all to hop onto Bryson's sweet wheelchair, we could easily fly onto the balcony, which would put us upstairs," Tyler Post began. "We could then all climb the next set of stairs and then sneak into Karrae's room and stop the party. Bryson, does that sound good to you?" "Yes, my son," Bryson said. "We must get up there, no matter what it takes." And so the six of us prepared for the flight to the balcony.
We made our way from the middle of the street to the Brunner's front yard. We all hopped onto Bryson's lap, and he hit the sweet switch that would give him the power to fly the wheelchair. We flew up to the balcony, but we went very slow, because of all the weight that we put on the wheelchair. It took a couple of minutes, but we finally made it up there. When we made it to the balcony, we unlocked the locked door, and then we entered. We went down a set of stairs, and
then went up the next, Bryson hovering behind us at all times. We stopped in the middle of the hallway to make more plans.
"Alright guys, what are we to do next?" Todd asked. "Well, my good man," I said spanking myself. "I think that you and I should break right in and distract them. We would do best, since we pretty much live here. Brian and Dallin shall go in after us, and they shall start toliet papering the whole place. Bryson and Tyler Post will be our defense; they shall protect us. Sound like a plan?" Everybody agreed to the plan, and then we all headed to the door of Karrae's room. A big surprise was waiting for us in there.
Todd and I broke into the room. The ladies were doing their make-up and having some good times without guys; we didn't like that. "Alright, ladies, put your hands up!" I said. "You can't have fun without us." The ladies were pretty much surprised because of our sudden appearence.
"Spank yourselves and get over it then!" They all screamed back at us. We, being young, but very large in stature, spanked ourselves as told to by the ladies. It was a great experience. We then gave Brian and Dallin the sign to come in and do their job. The two ran in with large bags of toliet paper, but they didn't get very far. The ladies, out of nowhere, pulled out some airsoft
guns from KK's bed. They were our (our as in Bryson's, Todd's, and Tyler Post's) airsoft guns! The seven of them began shooting at us rapidly. We were losing! I then called in my two brothers, Tyler Post and Bryson Seastrand, our last hope. The two ran in, but they were instantly shot down. This made Todd quite angry, so he threw a handful of toliet paper at the ladies. They all shot it out of the way, and then Shelby shot Todd 5,678 times in the
stomach, knocking him down. It was now only me, Brian, and Dallin. I was doing an excellent job at dodging the thousands of bullets. Brian, on the other nostril, lost his guard and was shot thrice in the eye, leaving me and Dallin. Dallin wasn't up for long, however; he was then gained up on by the ladies. He was shot 258 times in the back and bottom. Seeing all my friends down for the count scared me, so I tried to escape. I tripped and fell to the floor, avoiding 40 of the
shots. I crawled close to Tyler and Bryson. "Ben, you must escape," they said. "We will have to
let the ladies have their fun for tonight. Now run!" I got up to my feet and I began to run. I was about to make it out of the door when Angela Seastrand shot me 76 times in my left foot. I was down with my comrades, and my left foot was in the deepest pain. We had lost!
But this is the true moral of the story: Girls just wanna have fun; never disturb them!
any ideas?" "Hmmm. Well, if we were all to hop onto Bryson's sweet wheelchair, we could easily fly onto the balcony, which would put us upstairs," Tyler Post began. "We could then all climb the next set of stairs and then sneak into Karrae's room and stop the party. Bryson, does that sound good to you?" "Yes, my son," Bryson said. "We must get up there, no matter what it takes." And so the six of us prepared for the flight to the balcony.
We made our way from the middle of the street to the Brunner's front yard. We all hopped onto Bryson's lap, and he hit the sweet switch that would give him the power to fly the wheelchair. We flew up to the balcony, but we went very slow, because of all the weight that we put on the wheelchair. It took a couple of minutes, but we finally made it up there. When we made it to the balcony, we unlocked the locked door, and then we entered. We went down a set of stairs, and
then went up the next, Bryson hovering behind us at all times. We stopped in the middle of the hallway to make more plans.
"Alright guys, what are we to do next?" Todd asked. "Well, my good man," I said spanking myself. "I think that you and I should break right in and distract them. We would do best, since we pretty much live here. Brian and Dallin shall go in after us, and they shall start toliet papering the whole place. Bryson and Tyler Post will be our defense; they shall protect us. Sound like a plan?" Everybody agreed to the plan, and then we all headed to the door of Karrae's room. A big surprise was waiting for us in there.
Todd and I broke into the room. The ladies were doing their make-up and having some good times without guys; we didn't like that. "Alright, ladies, put your hands up!" I said. "You can't have fun without us." The ladies were pretty much surprised because of our sudden appearence.
"Spank yourselves and get over it then!" They all screamed back at us. We, being young, but very large in stature, spanked ourselves as told to by the ladies. It was a great experience. We then gave Brian and Dallin the sign to come in and do their job. The two ran in with large bags of toliet paper, but they didn't get very far. The ladies, out of nowhere, pulled out some airsoft
guns from KK's bed. They were our (our as in Bryson's, Todd's, and Tyler Post's) airsoft guns! The seven of them began shooting at us rapidly. We were losing! I then called in my two brothers, Tyler Post and Bryson Seastrand, our last hope. The two ran in, but they were instantly shot down. This made Todd quite angry, so he threw a handful of toliet paper at the ladies. They all shot it out of the way, and then Shelby shot Todd 5,678 times in the
stomach, knocking him down. It was now only me, Brian, and Dallin. I was doing an excellent job at dodging the thousands of bullets. Brian, on the other nostril, lost his guard and was shot thrice in the eye, leaving me and Dallin. Dallin wasn't up for long, however; he was then gained up on by the ladies. He was shot 258 times in the back and bottom. Seeing all my friends down for the count scared me, so I tried to escape. I tripped and fell to the floor, avoiding 40 of the
shots. I crawled close to Tyler and Bryson. "Ben, you must escape," they said. "We will have to
let the ladies have their fun for tonight. Now run!" I got up to my feet and I began to run. I was about to make it out of the door when Angela Seastrand shot me 76 times in my left foot. I was down with my comrades, and my left foot was in the deepest pain. We had lost!
But this is the true moral of the story: Girls just wanna have fun; never disturb them!
Chapter 6- "The Ladies"
Bryson, Tyler, and I had a great time on our joyride. Such a good time that the ladies thought they should have a good time, too. Cynthia Nelson, my lovely sister, gathered around all the finest ladies and had a girls night out.A
"Cynthia, what should I pack?" KK asked CC the night of the 5th.
Cynthia was planning on doing some great things that night. Movies, lady talk, candy, and pretty much 'the works'.
"Hmmmmm. You should pack everything you own, like all the other ladies in da world. Big suitcases and what not. Yesols," Cynthia replied.
"Alright," KK said. "Sounds good."
So CC and KK were pretty much the greatest girls in the world. They were sixteen and they could date, making them the coolest ever. CC was pretty sad though, because she wanted Post to come to her ladies night out, but he wasn't a lady. But that is beside the point. Cynthia and Karrae hopped into Cynthia's sweet car and drove to pick everyone up. They planned to have the ladies night at KK's house. It was gonna be some good times. They decided to pick up the lady who lived the furthest away first; that lady being Caitlin Elmer AKA Kiki. They were there in about two minutes, because Cynthia drove her finest, meaning she drove fast.
"Hey guys, I am ready!" Kiki said. She was sitting on her front porch with all of her stuff. A big suitcase and what not. I wasn't there, but if I were there, I would have thought to myself: "Why must all the ladies bring all this stuff if they are only gonna be at someone's house for a few hours."
"Do you have the goods?" Cynthia asked.
"Yes, I have them," Kiki said opening the large suitcase. "I have all the candy!"
Now, if I were there, I would feel rather stupid, because I thought Kiki had packed a whole bunch of make-up and clothes; but it only turned out to be some sweet candy, which I wish I could get my hands on.
"Sweet job!" KK said as she helped Kiki put the 'stuff' into the trunk of CC's sweet car. "This candy shall come in handy."
The three of them then drove off into the night at about 456 mph, heading to their next destination: Chelsea and Shelby's house.
Chelsea and Shelby didn't have anything with them. It seems they were not assigned to bring any candy or anything else. I think they were assigned to bring their beauty, though, because they were looking excellent that evening! So Chelsea and Shelby, with their beauty, got into the sweet car of CC's and drove to the next destination.
The next and last two girls were pretty much Katie Pitts and Angela Seastrand. Apparently, they were asked to bring their beauty, too, because they didn't have any big suitcases filled with candy and what not. But who knows; maybe Chelsea, Shelby, Angela, and Katie were asked to bring something else that could easily fit into their pocket. So CC and gang got the last two ladies into the car and drove back to the Brunners', which was two houses down from the Seastrand's. Let the ladies' night out begin!
"Cynthia, what should I pack?" KK asked CC the night of the 5th.
Cynthia was planning on doing some great things that night. Movies, lady talk, candy, and pretty much 'the works'.
"Hmmmmm. You should pack everything you own, like all the other ladies in da world. Big suitcases and what not. Yesols," Cynthia replied.
"Alright," KK said. "Sounds good."
So CC and KK were pretty much the greatest girls in the world. They were sixteen and they could date, making them the coolest ever. CC was pretty sad though, because she wanted Post to come to her ladies night out, but he wasn't a lady. But that is beside the point. Cynthia and Karrae hopped into Cynthia's sweet car and drove to pick everyone up. They planned to have the ladies night at KK's house. It was gonna be some good times. They decided to pick up the lady who lived the furthest away first; that lady being Caitlin Elmer AKA Kiki. They were there in about two minutes, because Cynthia drove her finest, meaning she drove fast.
"Hey guys, I am ready!" Kiki said. She was sitting on her front porch with all of her stuff. A big suitcase and what not. I wasn't there, but if I were there, I would have thought to myself: "Why must all the ladies bring all this stuff if they are only gonna be at someone's house for a few hours."
"Do you have the goods?" Cynthia asked.
"Yes, I have them," Kiki said opening the large suitcase. "I have all the candy!"
Now, if I were there, I would feel rather stupid, because I thought Kiki had packed a whole bunch of make-up and clothes; but it only turned out to be some sweet candy, which I wish I could get my hands on.
"Sweet job!" KK said as she helped Kiki put the 'stuff' into the trunk of CC's sweet car. "This candy shall come in handy."
The three of them then drove off into the night at about 456 mph, heading to their next destination: Chelsea and Shelby's house.
Chelsea and Shelby didn't have anything with them. It seems they were not assigned to bring any candy or anything else. I think they were assigned to bring their beauty, though, because they were looking excellent that evening! So Chelsea and Shelby, with their beauty, got into the sweet car of CC's and drove to the next destination.
The next and last two girls were pretty much Katie Pitts and Angela Seastrand. Apparently, they were asked to bring their beauty, too, because they didn't have any big suitcases filled with candy and what not. But who knows; maybe Chelsea, Shelby, Angela, and Katie were asked to bring something else that could easily fit into their pocket. So CC and gang got the last two ladies into the car and drove back to the Brunners', which was two houses down from the Seastrand's. Let the ladies' night out begin!
Chapter Five- "The Joyride"
Bryson, TP, and I were gonna have a great time on our joyride. The first place we decided to go to was the strip, which was a scary place at night, but we thought it would be fun. So Bryson, TP, and I sped down the street at 73 mph, dodging and racing every vehicle getting in our way. I can't really recall which street we took to get down to the strip, but we got there. On the way there, we avoided about 23 police officers. We, being honest men, would have pulled over and happily claimed our tickets for speeding, etc., but we didn't feel very honest that night. We were on the strip at 3 o'clock in the morning; we were one of them (them being homeless bums who can't afford to live anywhere else other than the strip, where they could easily mug and pickpocket people for free).
So we sped around for a while, and then we decided to go grab a bite to eat. Tyler and Bryson parked in front of the intercom at the drive-thru of the local McDonalds; I, on the other hand, crashed in the parking lot of McDonalds. I wasn't very good at controlling Bryson's wheelchairs. I always seemed to crash into things. Heck, one time I ran over my foot. But that is beside the point. Because I crashed, Bryson and TP made me drive my bottom over to the drive-thru and order.
Tyler ordered his finest apple pies, I ordered a large Bic Mac meal, and Bryson ordered a Hot'n'Spicy with no mayo. I went to the window in my high-tech wheelchair and paid in half cash, half debit, and half credit. The old hag at the window looked at me with a disgusted look. I knew she was thinking: "Why is this boy going through a drive-thru on his friend's wheelchair? He must be brought to justice." I then gave the old hag my own look of disgust. It was the best look of disgust ever. It was so powerful she was instantly struck blind twice.
I then made it to the second window, where I would obtain my food. There, I came upon a kind man. He gently handed me my food and said: "Here you go, sir." This made me shiver. It was rare to find kind people on the strip. But anyways. I grabbed the food, and we parked in the parking lot of the McDonalds to eat. I pulled out all the food, and the first thing I did was take a big bite out of Bryson's Hot'n'Spicy. On accident, of course! I accidently took it as my Big Mac meal. Bryson said he didn't care though. I let him take a fat bite out of my toe in return. Tyler sat there as this all happened, and he ate his five apple pies; he sure does love dem apple pies!
When we were done eating, we decided to make our way to the Wal-Mart on Nellis. Wal-Mart is the most crowded place on the planet, and so we decided to go there and run people over in our wheelchairs. It would be the greatest. We entered and we all spread out. Bryson sped down the mens' isle and knocked down anyone that got in his way. (We tried to avoid the ladies' section, because we couldn't harm the ladies.) I, on the other foot, caused the most damage. I destroyed the electronic section and the toy section. I even knocked over a few employees! I was a horrible destroyer! I felt bad for knocking down the toy section afterwards, because of all the children who went there to buy their toys. Sad times, sad times.
After about 41 minutes of knocking people down at Wal-Mart, we had to escape, due to the police follwoing us.
"Hey guys, find the secret button under the joysticks on the wheelchairs," Bryson said. "Hit it, and it will make you invisible!"
TP and I did was we were told. We suddenly dissapeared, and we were able to escape back to Bryson's house without being caught. It truly is a magical world when it comes to Bryson's wheelchairs!
So we sped around for a while, and then we decided to go grab a bite to eat. Tyler and Bryson parked in front of the intercom at the drive-thru of the local McDonalds; I, on the other hand, crashed in the parking lot of McDonalds. I wasn't very good at controlling Bryson's wheelchairs. I always seemed to crash into things. Heck, one time I ran over my foot. But that is beside the point. Because I crashed, Bryson and TP made me drive my bottom over to the drive-thru and order.
Tyler ordered his finest apple pies, I ordered a large Bic Mac meal, and Bryson ordered a Hot'n'Spicy with no mayo. I went to the window in my high-tech wheelchair and paid in half cash, half debit, and half credit. The old hag at the window looked at me with a disgusted look. I knew she was thinking: "Why is this boy going through a drive-thru on his friend's wheelchair? He must be brought to justice." I then gave the old hag my own look of disgust. It was the best look of disgust ever. It was so powerful she was instantly struck blind twice.
I then made it to the second window, where I would obtain my food. There, I came upon a kind man. He gently handed me my food and said: "Here you go, sir." This made me shiver. It was rare to find kind people on the strip. But anyways. I grabbed the food, and we parked in the parking lot of the McDonalds to eat. I pulled out all the food, and the first thing I did was take a big bite out of Bryson's Hot'n'Spicy. On accident, of course! I accidently took it as my Big Mac meal. Bryson said he didn't care though. I let him take a fat bite out of my toe in return. Tyler sat there as this all happened, and he ate his five apple pies; he sure does love dem apple pies!
When we were done eating, we decided to make our way to the Wal-Mart on Nellis. Wal-Mart is the most crowded place on the planet, and so we decided to go there and run people over in our wheelchairs. It would be the greatest. We entered and we all spread out. Bryson sped down the mens' isle and knocked down anyone that got in his way. (We tried to avoid the ladies' section, because we couldn't harm the ladies.) I, on the other foot, caused the most damage. I destroyed the electronic section and the toy section. I even knocked over a few employees! I was a horrible destroyer! I felt bad for knocking down the toy section afterwards, because of all the children who went there to buy their toys. Sad times, sad times.
After about 41 minutes of knocking people down at Wal-Mart, we had to escape, due to the police follwoing us.
"Hey guys, find the secret button under the joysticks on the wheelchairs," Bryson said. "Hit it, and it will make you invisible!"
TP and I did was we were told. We suddenly dissapeared, and we were able to escape back to Bryson's house without being caught. It truly is a magical world when it comes to Bryson's wheelchairs!
Chapter Four- "The Party"
Brian, Todd, and I made it over to Brian's house on our sweet scooters. On our way there, Todd fell from his scooter and hurt himself. We stopped and helped him up, being the good friends that we are, of course. Right before we set off again, Bryson Seastrand appeared behind us. He owned a sweet electric wheelchair that could pretty much do anything; he could even do some sweet jumps on it.
"Hey guys," Bryson said, giving the three of us hugs. "On your way to the sweet party, eh? It sounds like good times!"
"Yeah dudes. It will be the greatest!" Todd said with excitement. Todd was very excited to get his hands on the many treats and sweets. He then thought of the candy store at the mall, where he could easily spend $100. He then spanked himself thrice.
The four of them continued to Brian's house. When they got to the side door, Brian and Todd walked in. I stayed behind to help push Bryson into the house. When we were all in, we headed to the kitchen, where we would easily find our pizza hot pockets. There, we found Dallin Busby. "Hey, Dallin, what's up?" I asked.
Dallin was a true friend. He was a young eleven-year-old boy, although he acted older, and he liked to give all us guys advice on girls; even if it wasn't the best advice.
"Not alot, Benji. I am just trying to work this microwave out. I am afraid I might hit the self-destruct button!" Dallin replied.
Brian then moved toward the microwave and hit the "start" button. All of Dallin's troubles were solved.
"So where is the rest of the party?" Todd asked Dallin.
"Hmmm. Good question," Dallin said as he took out his pizza hot pocket. "I think they are all upstairs playing games."
As he said this, Angela and Katie, the best of friends, walked into the kitchen. They looked excellent, and they wore their finest dresses and what not.
"Hello boys, what is up?" Angela asked us.
"Not much," we replied.
"We are just about to go play some games upstairs," I told them. "It seems the party has already begun."
"Sounds good," Katie said. "Let's go!"
The whole lot of us headed to the stairs, which led to the Walkers' upstairs, which we will call "The Lab". In the lab, there was a small kitchen, a couple of sweet TVs, comfortable couches, and many other things that make it the perfect room for a party. We could not wait to begin climbing the stairs.
"Alright, some of us need to help Bryson get up the stairs," Todd said.
Bryson's wheelchair was a heavy item, and all of us were pretty weak that day, so none of us wanted to help Bryson up. We all felt bad, but then something new happened.
"No worries, guys," Bryson said. "I have THIS."
Bryson then hit a secret button on his sweet wheelchair. He and his wheelchair began to float into the air. With his remote, Bryson guided himself up the stairs by flying, without any of our help. He then pressed the secret button again, and he landed. We all stood in shock.
"Um, did any of you know about Bryson's wheelchair flying?" Angela asked. "Because I sure didn't."
We all laughed as we caught up with Bryson.
Everyone was at the party when the seven of us got up there. CC, TP, KK, Kiki, Chelsea, Shelby, Brummett, Becca, and the rest of the whole lot. We (the group I came up with) all seperated. I decided to go visit all my friends; beginning with Chelsea and Shelby, who were the best of friends. I found them sitting on the couches drinking tropical root beer floats. I sat in between them and grabbed their floats. I then drank from both of them, because I was very thirsty.
"Hey guys," I said. "I am glad you came to my party."
"Benji! We heard that you were in jail. We were so worried," Shelby said. "We heard you were having a party, though, so we just knew you had to be alright."
"Yes, I am that kind of guy. I love parties," I said laughing. "So Chelsea, what's up?"
"I am not talking to you. You drank my tropical root beer float," she replied with a disgusted tone of voice.
"Sorry, pal," I said apologizing. "I think I will get y'all another."
I got up to my feet and made it to the root beer float table. There, there were many root beer float flavors. It was the greatest. I also ran into Brummett while I was there. He had 34 root beer floats in each hand. I was very curious, so I had to ask.
"Brummett, why do you have 68 root beer floats? Surely you couldn't be that hungry!" I said, surprised.
"Well, I just wanted to try all 68 flavors, so I took them all!" he replied.
I patted the good man on the shoulder.
"Good luck, my boy. I will be goin' now," I said as I picked up the two tropical flavored rootbeet floats.
I took the floats back to the Chelsea and Shelby, and they thanked me kindly. Good good times!
After an hour of playing games, talking, and eating, my brothers Bryson and Post asked me to give a speech. I accepted with a full heart. I stood up on the empty snack table, which was empty because the whole lot of us ate all the goods, and I began my speech.
"Welcome to my party, friends. You guys are the greatest. I want to let you know that y'all are the luckiest persons on the Earth, because you know me, Benjamin David Nelson, personally. I love you guys. Have a good night," I said ending my speech.
After my speech, the party pretty much came to an end. It was late at night, and most of the party had to go home, due to curfews and what not. It was some sad times. After a while, it was just Bryson, Angela, Todd, KK, TP, CC, and me left at the party. Brian and his family (Dallin also included because he was spending the night) had gone to sleep, so I was gonna walk the whole lot of them home, since they all lived on the same street as Brian (excluding TP. I wasn't gonna walk that child home). Post, or TP as I call him, did not have the curfew of 11 that night, because I casted a magical spell on his rules. He was glad of my power.
We all began walking home. We had some good times as we told eachother what we did at the party and what not. We talked for about 10 hours and then it was time for me to take the whole lot home. First we dropped off CC and KK and Todd. TP gave CC her midnight kiss, and then the three of them walked into the house and went to sleep.
Bryson, TP, and I then dropped off Bryson's sister, Angela. We all said our goodbyes and then she was gone. It was just TP, Bryson, and me now.
"So guys, how about we joyride all around the city tonight on some of my sweet wheelchairs?" Bryson asked.
TP and I both agreed to the excellent idea. It sounded like some good times! We went into Bryson's house and grabbed Bryson's secondary wheelchairs. And then we were off to joyride all around the big city of Las Vegas.
"Hey guys," Bryson said, giving the three of us hugs. "On your way to the sweet party, eh? It sounds like good times!"
"Yeah dudes. It will be the greatest!" Todd said with excitement. Todd was very excited to get his hands on the many treats and sweets. He then thought of the candy store at the mall, where he could easily spend $100. He then spanked himself thrice.
The four of them continued to Brian's house. When they got to the side door, Brian and Todd walked in. I stayed behind to help push Bryson into the house. When we were all in, we headed to the kitchen, where we would easily find our pizza hot pockets. There, we found Dallin Busby. "Hey, Dallin, what's up?" I asked.
Dallin was a true friend. He was a young eleven-year-old boy, although he acted older, and he liked to give all us guys advice on girls; even if it wasn't the best advice.
"Not alot, Benji. I am just trying to work this microwave out. I am afraid I might hit the self-destruct button!" Dallin replied.
Brian then moved toward the microwave and hit the "start" button. All of Dallin's troubles were solved.
"So where is the rest of the party?" Todd asked Dallin.
"Hmmm. Good question," Dallin said as he took out his pizza hot pocket. "I think they are all upstairs playing games."
As he said this, Angela and Katie, the best of friends, walked into the kitchen. They looked excellent, and they wore their finest dresses and what not.
"Hello boys, what is up?" Angela asked us.
"Not much," we replied.
"We are just about to go play some games upstairs," I told them. "It seems the party has already begun."
"Sounds good," Katie said. "Let's go!"
The whole lot of us headed to the stairs, which led to the Walkers' upstairs, which we will call "The Lab". In the lab, there was a small kitchen, a couple of sweet TVs, comfortable couches, and many other things that make it the perfect room for a party. We could not wait to begin climbing the stairs.
"Alright, some of us need to help Bryson get up the stairs," Todd said.
Bryson's wheelchair was a heavy item, and all of us were pretty weak that day, so none of us wanted to help Bryson up. We all felt bad, but then something new happened.
"No worries, guys," Bryson said. "I have THIS."
Bryson then hit a secret button on his sweet wheelchair. He and his wheelchair began to float into the air. With his remote, Bryson guided himself up the stairs by flying, without any of our help. He then pressed the secret button again, and he landed. We all stood in shock.
"Um, did any of you know about Bryson's wheelchair flying?" Angela asked. "Because I sure didn't."
We all laughed as we caught up with Bryson.
Everyone was at the party when the seven of us got up there. CC, TP, KK, Kiki, Chelsea, Shelby, Brummett, Becca, and the rest of the whole lot. We (the group I came up with) all seperated. I decided to go visit all my friends; beginning with Chelsea and Shelby, who were the best of friends. I found them sitting on the couches drinking tropical root beer floats. I sat in between them and grabbed their floats. I then drank from both of them, because I was very thirsty.
"Hey guys," I said. "I am glad you came to my party."
"Benji! We heard that you were in jail. We were so worried," Shelby said. "We heard you were having a party, though, so we just knew you had to be alright."
"Yes, I am that kind of guy. I love parties," I said laughing. "So Chelsea, what's up?"
"I am not talking to you. You drank my tropical root beer float," she replied with a disgusted tone of voice.
"Sorry, pal," I said apologizing. "I think I will get y'all another."
I got up to my feet and made it to the root beer float table. There, there were many root beer float flavors. It was the greatest. I also ran into Brummett while I was there. He had 34 root beer floats in each hand. I was very curious, so I had to ask.
"Brummett, why do you have 68 root beer floats? Surely you couldn't be that hungry!" I said, surprised.
"Well, I just wanted to try all 68 flavors, so I took them all!" he replied.
I patted the good man on the shoulder.
"Good luck, my boy. I will be goin' now," I said as I picked up the two tropical flavored rootbeet floats.
I took the floats back to the Chelsea and Shelby, and they thanked me kindly. Good good times!
After an hour of playing games, talking, and eating, my brothers Bryson and Post asked me to give a speech. I accepted with a full heart. I stood up on the empty snack table, which was empty because the whole lot of us ate all the goods, and I began my speech.
"Welcome to my party, friends. You guys are the greatest. I want to let you know that y'all are the luckiest persons on the Earth, because you know me, Benjamin David Nelson, personally. I love you guys. Have a good night," I said ending my speech.
After my speech, the party pretty much came to an end. It was late at night, and most of the party had to go home, due to curfews and what not. It was some sad times. After a while, it was just Bryson, Angela, Todd, KK, TP, CC, and me left at the party. Brian and his family (Dallin also included because he was spending the night) had gone to sleep, so I was gonna walk the whole lot of them home, since they all lived on the same street as Brian (excluding TP. I wasn't gonna walk that child home). Post, or TP as I call him, did not have the curfew of 11 that night, because I casted a magical spell on his rules. He was glad of my power.
We all began walking home. We had some good times as we told eachother what we did at the party and what not. We talked for about 10 hours and then it was time for me to take the whole lot home. First we dropped off CC and KK and Todd. TP gave CC her midnight kiss, and then the three of them walked into the house and went to sleep.
Bryson, TP, and I then dropped off Bryson's sister, Angela. We all said our goodbyes and then she was gone. It was just TP, Bryson, and me now.
"So guys, how about we joyride all around the city tonight on some of my sweet wheelchairs?" Bryson asked.
TP and I both agreed to the excellent idea. It sounded like some good times! We went into Bryson's house and grabbed Bryson's secondary wheelchairs. And then we were off to joyride all around the big city of Las Vegas.
Chapter Three- "A Little Prank"
"So Brian, where did you get the sweet armor and swords from?" I asked Brian. "You truly look like a knight!"
"Well, I was shopping at the local Deseret Industries and I saw these on a shelf," Brian smirked. "However, the price was unbelieveable, so I just took the dang things and ran off. I was never caught of course!"
Brian and I laughed and talked of good times. I then thought to myself: "Heck, he comes to save me and all we do is sit here and talk. I had better tell him it is time to go!"
"Brian, I have to tell you something," I said.
"What is it, my good man?" Brian asked curiously.
"I believe we had better leave this place before we are spotted," I said.
"Yes," Brian began. "Good plan. I came here to save you. I still cannot believe my family turned against you, my best friend."
They cried and left the cells, which were located in the basement of the cell. Brian left his armor because it made him way too hot. I broguht my hobo pack, and Brian even equipped me with one of his swords.
Brian and I made a great escape out of the jail. We hid behind all the lava lamps until we made it to the front door. When we got to the front door, we left the joint and made it to Brian's sweet car. It was a Viper, the greatest car ever, according to my good friend Kyle. We hopped in and put on our seat belts. The swords were a bothersome, so we decided to toss those out of the car, too. CLANK! The swords hit the ground hard at a speed of 120 mph. Brian and I sped around the city of Las Vegas for about 52 hours that day. It was some good times! Finally, however, I got tired.
"I miss my sword. Oh well. So Brian, where shall we go now?" I asked.
"Ah, we shall go to my house and try and talk to my family and tell them that you are innocent." Brian said as they sped down Charleston.
"Alright. Sounds like a plan! Then after that, we can visit all of our good friends," I said.
Brian and I walked into Brian's house. In the kitchen, we came upon the whole Walker family. When they saw me, they all laughed, including Brian.
"He fell for it!" Aaron said.
I was very puzzled. It seemed that the the whole family was laughing at me and were on my side now. I didn't get it, so I asked.
"Wait. I thought I was y'alls new enemy?" I said.
"No, no. We just wanted to prank you," Brother Walker began. "So we set it all up. I called the police, Aaron created the androids--"
"Androids??" I questioned. "What androids?"
"Oh yeah. Migeroach, the judge, all the people in the abandoned jail, and all the others were all androids," Steven explained.
"Great! So I didn't kill anyone? The greatest! I didn't break any commandments," I said as I did a jig.
The whole family laughed.
Brian and I stayed at Brian's house for dinner. After we were done eating and carving the name of the girl we liked onto our styrophome plate, we headed over to Todd Brunner's house. I rang the doorbell and Todd answered.
"Hello, Todd!" Brian and I said together. "Would you like to go visit our friends with us? We are having a party at Brian's."
"Uh," Todd began. "Who all is coming?"
"Ah, only a few people," Brian said.
"Yeah, like: Dallin, Chelsea, Shelby, Brian Davis, Katie Pitts, Becca Pitts, Bryson, Angela, Post, CC, KK, and many more! And you can't forget the DINNER! That is why I am going," I explained to Todd.
"Alright, I will go. As long as if there is some caramel there," Todd said as he spanked himself and went to go put on his finest clothing.
"Well, I was shopping at the local Deseret Industries and I saw these on a shelf," Brian smirked. "However, the price was unbelieveable, so I just took the dang things and ran off. I was never caught of course!"
Brian and I laughed and talked of good times. I then thought to myself: "Heck, he comes to save me and all we do is sit here and talk. I had better tell him it is time to go!"
"Brian, I have to tell you something," I said.
"What is it, my good man?" Brian asked curiously.
"I believe we had better leave this place before we are spotted," I said.
"Yes," Brian began. "Good plan. I came here to save you. I still cannot believe my family turned against you, my best friend."
They cried and left the cells, which were located in the basement of the cell. Brian left his armor because it made him way too hot. I broguht my hobo pack, and Brian even equipped me with one of his swords.
Brian and I made a great escape out of the jail. We hid behind all the lava lamps until we made it to the front door. When we got to the front door, we left the joint and made it to Brian's sweet car. It was a Viper, the greatest car ever, according to my good friend Kyle. We hopped in and put on our seat belts. The swords were a bothersome, so we decided to toss those out of the car, too. CLANK! The swords hit the ground hard at a speed of 120 mph. Brian and I sped around the city of Las Vegas for about 52 hours that day. It was some good times! Finally, however, I got tired.
"I miss my sword. Oh well. So Brian, where shall we go now?" I asked.
"Ah, we shall go to my house and try and talk to my family and tell them that you are innocent." Brian said as they sped down Charleston.
"Alright. Sounds like a plan! Then after that, we can visit all of our good friends," I said.
Brian and I walked into Brian's house. In the kitchen, we came upon the whole Walker family. When they saw me, they all laughed, including Brian.
"He fell for it!" Aaron said.
I was very puzzled. It seemed that the the whole family was laughing at me and were on my side now. I didn't get it, so I asked.
"Wait. I thought I was y'alls new enemy?" I said.
"No, no. We just wanted to prank you," Brother Walker began. "So we set it all up. I called the police, Aaron created the androids--"
"Androids??" I questioned. "What androids?"
"Oh yeah. Migeroach, the judge, all the people in the abandoned jail, and all the others were all androids," Steven explained.
"Great! So I didn't kill anyone? The greatest! I didn't break any commandments," I said as I did a jig.
The whole family laughed.
Brian and I stayed at Brian's house for dinner. After we were done eating and carving the name of the girl we liked onto our styrophome plate, we headed over to Todd Brunner's house. I rang the doorbell and Todd answered.
"Hello, Todd!" Brian and I said together. "Would you like to go visit our friends with us? We are having a party at Brian's."
"Uh," Todd began. "Who all is coming?"
"Ah, only a few people," Brian said.
"Yeah, like: Dallin, Chelsea, Shelby, Brian Davis, Katie Pitts, Becca Pitts, Bryson, Angela, Post, CC, KK, and many more! And you can't forget the DINNER! That is why I am going," I explained to Todd.
"Alright, I will go. As long as if there is some caramel there," Todd said as he spanked himself and went to go put on his finest clothing.
Chapter Two- "The Mysterious Knight"
The cell was dark and wet. I sat on the bed that the jail provided. The bed was an old matress, and it sat on the floor; a few springs poking out of it. It wasn't very comfortable, so I stood up and began to circle around the small cellroom.
"There must be some kind of way out of here," I told myself. "I don't deserve to be locked up in here. I am innocent!"
I began looking for a way out. I checked for cracks in the wall, loose bars on the windows, and all the other things that you would expect a criminal to look for when trying to escape. I, however, was making too much noise while looking. It was an early morning, too, so I was waking up the other criminals.
"Shut up in there!" The nearest security guard yelled at me. "You are waking up the other criminals...my hommies!"
"You shut up and get me out of this cell! I am innocent," I fought back with words.
The security guard then got out of his chair and came over to my cell. He opened it up, walked in, and popped me a punch right in the nose. I was knocked out.
"Don't you ever get smart with me, you poo killer!"
When I came to, I was lying on the cold, wet stone floor. Blood was dripping from my nose, and I was in deep pain. I got to my knees and wiped the blood from my face. It was now the middle of the night; I had been out cold all day. All of the sudden, I had a great desire for a shower and some new clothes. I had been wearing the same clothes for three days straight, and they were starting to smell like a sewage tank. I stood all the way to my feet, got on my ghetto bed, and went to sleep.
I woke up to the the shaking of my celldoor.
"Wake up, BDN! It is time for all of the criminals to be executed. Everybody is already up there. We are waiting for you," the security guard said as he continued to shake the bars.
I was shocked. An execution? I was confused. I was innocent! Why must I be executed? I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak. I was about to be killed! Then, the magic happened.
"BDN will not lose his life today!" a voice shouted. "I am here to save him."
A tall black haired boy, whose skin was a tint of brown, appeared behind the security guard. He wore a cape and armor, along with a belt, which held two swords. He was a knight! He drew his two swords and took the security guard's life.
"Who are you? You are here to save me?" I said puzzled. "You just killed that security guard! Who are you!?"
"I am sorry. I cannot tell you that right now. Let's just say that I am the knight that saved you. Let's get you out of here," the knight said as he cut the celldoor open with his two swords.
I stepped out of the cell, and looked at the mysterious knight. It was easier to see him now because the jail hallway had more light than my cell. I took close look at him and gasped.
"Brian?" I whispered. "Is that you??"
The mysterious boy smiled.
"There must be some kind of way out of here," I told myself. "I don't deserve to be locked up in here. I am innocent!"
I began looking for a way out. I checked for cracks in the wall, loose bars on the windows, and all the other things that you would expect a criminal to look for when trying to escape. I, however, was making too much noise while looking. It was an early morning, too, so I was waking up the other criminals.
"Shut up in there!" The nearest security guard yelled at me. "You are waking up the other criminals...my hommies!"
"You shut up and get me out of this cell! I am innocent," I fought back with words.
The security guard then got out of his chair and came over to my cell. He opened it up, walked in, and popped me a punch right in the nose. I was knocked out.
"Don't you ever get smart with me, you poo killer!"
When I came to, I was lying on the cold, wet stone floor. Blood was dripping from my nose, and I was in deep pain. I got to my knees and wiped the blood from my face. It was now the middle of the night; I had been out cold all day. All of the sudden, I had a great desire for a shower and some new clothes. I had been wearing the same clothes for three days straight, and they were starting to smell like a sewage tank. I stood all the way to my feet, got on my ghetto bed, and went to sleep.
I woke up to the the shaking of my celldoor.
"Wake up, BDN! It is time for all of the criminals to be executed. Everybody is already up there. We are waiting for you," the security guard said as he continued to shake the bars.
I was shocked. An execution? I was confused. I was innocent! Why must I be executed? I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak. I was about to be killed! Then, the magic happened.
"BDN will not lose his life today!" a voice shouted. "I am here to save him."
A tall black haired boy, whose skin was a tint of brown, appeared behind the security guard. He wore a cape and armor, along with a belt, which held two swords. He was a knight! He drew his two swords and took the security guard's life.
"Who are you? You are here to save me?" I said puzzled. "You just killed that security guard! Who are you!?"
"I am sorry. I cannot tell you that right now. Let's just say that I am the knight that saved you. Let's get you out of here," the knight said as he cut the celldoor open with his two swords.
I stepped out of the cell, and looked at the mysterious knight. It was easier to see him now because the jail hallway had more light than my cell. I took close look at him and gasped.
"Brian?" I whispered. "Is that you??"
The mysterious boy smiled.
Chapter One- "The Poo Gas Is Released"
One day, as I was giving myself my daily spanking, I thought to myself: "Benji, you should go on an adventure!" I thought about it for a moment, and then I replied to my conscience. "Sure, man. Sounds like some great times!" I grabbed my hobo equipment and then I headed over to my friend's house. (My friend, by the way, is Brian David Walker, the most famous of them all.)
As I was walking over there, Brian's little brother, Aaron Walker, was being beaten with the Ugly Stick by a mysterious black man, who we will call "Migeroach." Now Migeroach wasn't exactly beating the kid too hard, but I decided to help Aaron out anyways. I opened up my "hobo pack" and pulled out my pair of undies that turned out to be ten years old (and at the same time, they seemed to be a shade of brown). These undies, truly disgusting me, left me with no choice but to throw them at Migeroach. So while holding my nose with one hand, I took the old, brown undies in the other hand and threw them at Migeroach. The poo-hashed undies flew ten feet into the air and landed right on Migeroach's head. Migeroach tried to fight them off his head, but before he could do anything, the undies released their poo-gas, and he instantly died. Five minutes later, the police were contacted by an unknown force, and I was taken away to prison for killing a black man with my never-cleaned undies of truth.
"It wasn't my fault!" I tried to tell the judge the next morning at court. "I was just trying to save my friend's brother from the black man, who was beating him with the ugly stick! You have got to believe me!"
The judge picked up his "wooden hammer" and banged it upon his desk thingamajig. "That is enough! Allow us to hear Aaron's part of the story. Aaron, you may begin."
"Ahem. Thank you sir. Before I begin, i would like to thank everyone for coming out to court to see me. I would like to send a shout out to--" Aaron began.
"Oh, shut up, you TURDle!" I said, interupting Aaron's 'speech.'
"Atención! Atención! Benjamin David Nelson, I believe it is Aaron's turn to be speaking. You may now shut the heck up," the judge said as he let one loose.
Aaron smiled and flaughed. He then moved his glasses up and down. "Ah, yes, as I was saying. It was the morning of yesterday. I was with my good friend, Migeroach. I loved him. He was like a brother...until HE killed him!"
"What!? Aaron, you traitor! You are my brother's friend. I was just trying to save you! Your friend, Figeroach or Migeroach, whatever you call him, was beating you with the ugly stick!" I fought back.
"What? Lies! Who here was at the scene of the crime? Who saw Benjamin David Nelson kill my best friend, Migeroach?"
After a half milisecond, Aaron's mother stood up. "I was cooking country fried fish when I looked out the window. I saw Benjamin David Nelson beating Aaron with the ugly stick! And then Migeroach tried to save Aaron, but before he could do anything to stop him, BDN had already taken his undies and soffocated Migeroach with them! BDN is a liar and a murderer. He deserves to be sent to prision...for LIFE!"
"LIES! It is all lies! I saved the kid. I am innocent, I tell ya, INNOCENT!"
BDN then stood up and was about to knock Aaron a big one right in the mouth, but then he realized his hands were roped together. He kicked at everything in his way and he tried to get to Aaron to inflict at least a little damage on him. However, the judge stopped all the chaos.
"ORDER IN THE COURT! Security, take this man to the cells! He is a mad man, and he deserves to be locked up!"
And that was it. BDN, a innocent man who was just trying to save his friend's brother, ended up guilty and in prision.
As I was walking over there, Brian's little brother, Aaron Walker, was being beaten with the Ugly Stick by a mysterious black man, who we will call "Migeroach." Now Migeroach wasn't exactly beating the kid too hard, but I decided to help Aaron out anyways. I opened up my "hobo pack" and pulled out my pair of undies that turned out to be ten years old (and at the same time, they seemed to be a shade of brown). These undies, truly disgusting me, left me with no choice but to throw them at Migeroach. So while holding my nose with one hand, I took the old, brown undies in the other hand and threw them at Migeroach. The poo-hashed undies flew ten feet into the air and landed right on Migeroach's head. Migeroach tried to fight them off his head, but before he could do anything, the undies released their poo-gas, and he instantly died. Five minutes later, the police were contacted by an unknown force, and I was taken away to prison for killing a black man with my never-cleaned undies of truth.
"It wasn't my fault!" I tried to tell the judge the next morning at court. "I was just trying to save my friend's brother from the black man, who was beating him with the ugly stick! You have got to believe me!"
The judge picked up his "wooden hammer" and banged it upon his desk thingamajig. "That is enough! Allow us to hear Aaron's part of the story. Aaron, you may begin."
"Ahem. Thank you sir. Before I begin, i would like to thank everyone for coming out to court to see me. I would like to send a shout out to--" Aaron began.
"Oh, shut up, you TURDle!" I said, interupting Aaron's 'speech.'
"Atención! Atención! Benjamin David Nelson, I believe it is Aaron's turn to be speaking. You may now shut the heck up," the judge said as he let one loose.
Aaron smiled and flaughed. He then moved his glasses up and down. "Ah, yes, as I was saying. It was the morning of yesterday. I was with my good friend, Migeroach. I loved him. He was like a brother...until HE killed him!"
"What!? Aaron, you traitor! You are my brother's friend. I was just trying to save you! Your friend, Figeroach or Migeroach, whatever you call him, was beating you with the ugly stick!" I fought back.
"What? Lies! Who here was at the scene of the crime? Who saw Benjamin David Nelson kill my best friend, Migeroach?"
After a half milisecond, Aaron's mother stood up. "I was cooking country fried fish when I looked out the window. I saw Benjamin David Nelson beating Aaron with the ugly stick! And then Migeroach tried to save Aaron, but before he could do anything to stop him, BDN had already taken his undies and soffocated Migeroach with them! BDN is a liar and a murderer. He deserves to be sent to prision...for LIFE!"
"LIES! It is all lies! I saved the kid. I am innocent, I tell ya, INNOCENT!"
BDN then stood up and was about to knock Aaron a big one right in the mouth, but then he realized his hands were roped together. He kicked at everything in his way and he tried to get to Aaron to inflict at least a little damage on him. However, the judge stopped all the chaos.
"ORDER IN THE COURT! Security, take this man to the cells! He is a mad man, and he deserves to be locked up!"
And that was it. BDN, a innocent man who was just trying to save his friend's brother, ended up guilty and in prision.
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