This from my story Wybie's POV, I have decided to re-write it and delete the other one. Hopefully this one won't suck as much as the last and I can actually stress the points I wanted to do in the first one without looking like an idiot
The sky seemed pretty dark today. The sun wasn't out, the air was covered with grey clouds and there were snails crawling in the mud. I guess this means it's going to rain later. I looked at my desk where my clock was ticking away. It was eight O'clock in the morning.
I was always up at that time, even though I had no real reason to be. I didn't go to School, or anywhere for that matter. I do have someone who comes to home School me a few days a week but, well it's not really that exciting that you jump out of bed for it. No, the only reason I get out of bed at this time is because it was the best time to see the different kinds of bugs and animals that are about in the woods. I admit, some people think it's a strange hobby, but I love it. Its fascinating seeing what kind of animal's are living right next door to you, and what kind of insects are crawling up your window. Sides, it's not like there's anyone here to judge me for it, everyone who lives around here is old.
That's another thing. People think I'm weird because I actually like living in a place full of old people. But its great, like I just said, the old people don't judge you, not like the people did when I lived with me dad... before he had his break down. Plus the old people are nice, they give me money just for saying hello to them in the garden, well Spink and Forcible do, Mr. B I'll admit, doesn't really like me that much. But that's only when beats are involved. At other times he's okay, he sometimes lets me play with his mice while he goes on about this 'amazing circus' he has planned. The guys a nut, but his mice are cute. I just have to make sure cats not around.
That's another good thing about being the only kid here. There's no one else to steal cat from me. True he isn't really my cat, but I tend to treat him like he is. The cat is my best friend.
I smiled before walking out of my room and running down stairs. I found my grandmother in the kitchen filling out some paper forms for her Pink Palace. She doesn't actually own a palace though; it's just the name of the old building she brought years ago. She always tells me never to go near it; apparently it's dangerous because her twin sister went missing when they were kids. Now I know it's usual for someone to want to blame something when bad things happed, but blaming a house seemed a bit extreme to me. Oh well.
I sat down at the table opposite her and smiled widely. She looked at me with her eyebrow raised. "What do you want Wybourn?" she asked me.
"Well firstly a new name. But I was kinda hoping that we could go into town today. I really need some new clothes, the only thing that fits me is my white T-shit and blue filthy jeans, and even their too small for me" I complained. I had gone through my wardrobe yesterday when I realized that my favorite clothes didn't fit me anymore. In fact none of my clothes did. And the few that did were too dirty to wear so I had to throw them out. I literally had nothing to wear but this!
My gramma shook her head. "Sorry honey, but I'm not going anywhere till the week end. You'll have to wait until then" she said. I pouted disappointed, "But I have nothing else to wear, even my shoes don't fit" I added. Gramma looked around. "Then wear you're grandpa's shoes" she suggested. "But their too big!" I complained. Gramma ignored me and went back to her papers. "What you got there?" I asked her, curious as I read the word 'Jones' from it. "A new family is moving into the palace" she replied, not looking away from the paper. I shrugged happily, "Cool, more old people- Wait, did you say family?" I asked, suddenly realizing what she had just said.
Gramma looked up at me, "Yes Wybourn, a new 'family' is moving into the palace. A man, a woman, and a little girl your age" she said, trying to spell it out for me like I didn't know what family meant.
"W-what... why?" I whined desperately. I didn't want another kid living here; I loved being the only one. I can literally do what I wanted and get away with it simply because I was just a little child. But if there are two of us here, that will ruin everything. If this girl was a goody toe shoe then everyone will say I'm a bad influence and that I should be more like the Jones child. But if she's bad herself then I'm going to get beaten up! I don't know how to defend myself!
"W-wait! What about your rule on no kids in the Pink Palace?" I asked with a shine of hope. My gramma stood up and placed her hand on my slouched shoulder. "What happened to my sister was over sixty years ago. If I can't move on then it will haunt me till the day I die. Having a child living in the Pink Palace is the only way I can get peace of mind. And I think it would be best for you to have someone you're age to interact with" she said.
I simply groaned. "Yes gramma, thank you. Send me down a guilt trip so I'll shut up and stop complaining" I said moodily while crossing my arms. My gramma only laughed and ruffled my hair. "Oh stop acting like your gonna die" she said. I slumped my arms sadly, "But why a girl?" I whined. Gramma only smiled wider and placed her hands on her hips. "I want some great-grand kids" she teased before walking out the room.
I stood there glaring after she left while a blush came to my face, great, haven't even seen the girl and already we're engaged!
Wanting to clear my head, I stomped angrily into the living room. My too-big-a-trench coat was resting on the back of the sofa where my grandpa sat watching horse racing on TV. I picked up my coat and put it on while standing next to him. "I want to go outside, can I borrow you're old shoes, mine don't fit me anymore" I said. My grandpa simply huffed, too absorbed in the TV to even hear what I was saying, just like he did every single day. I waited for a reply that I knew I wasn't going to get. "Thank you" I said before leaning forward and kissing his cheek before leaving the room. I didn't care what anyone thought; I loved my grandpa, even if he didn't acknowledge me being there.
I walked to the door where grandpa's old shoes rested under the coat rack. I put them on my feet and walked outside. Waiting for me, like usual was my best friend the cat. He sat on the porch railing and meowed as I walked up to him. "Hey buddy" I said while stroking his fur. "Did you hear the bad news? A new girl is moving into the Pink Palace" I mocked while sticking out my tongue. The cat simply blinked at me.
"Say, I figured today I would go over and see what kinda person this girl is. And then I'd get her to move away before any damage could be done. Do you wanna help me?" I asked, grinning as an evil plan formed in my head. The cat jumped from the railing and ran down the path that leads to the Pink Palace. I could see from the distance that moving vans had just pulled up and were getting this families furniture out. I just gave them all a dirty look. I walked to the garage where I kept my most treasured item. If this object alone were to be destroyed by the evil forces from Mars that will one day invade the earth, then I would no longer have any reason to live.
I opened the garage door. My precious bike was resting against my grandpa's, though mine when I turn eighteen, work bench. Just the way I left her last night. I loved this bike more then anything in the world. No, more then that. I loved my mother but my feelings for this bike were so much more. Okay that does sound weird, but it was true. I had gotten the frame of the bike from an old scrap heap when I was six. I was with my dad at the time. We took it home and as the years went on I built this bike up and turned it into a real motor bike! Well nearly. But the next upgrade will mean I don't have to use pedals anymore... but I'm going to have to save up for a very long time before I can do that.
It will so be worth it though. I grabbed the handle bars on my bike and wheel it out the garage. On the way I pick up my working gloves which had skeleton hands on, mostly because my hands were freezing due to the stupid bad circulation that I got genetically from my mom. And my old welding mask which I had turned into a skeleton faced, multi lens... welding mask. I put it over my head and readied myself before I rode down the dirt path that was on the hill above the old well.
But then something caught my attention... something blue.
There, first chapter done :)
Please tell me if you like this version better then the other one before I delete the other story.