Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181119131046/@comment-35775904-20181125174737

This is sooo much fun! Here is my next one.

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RITA

Once the first trial had been completed I was really dying to get out of there. But my sister was more interested in lingering in chat town for a little longer, so I relented and stayed.

I kinda felt completely out of place. I hated the feeling of nervousness. I just felt like such an odd-bird who couldn’t seem to fit anywhere. I watched some of the candidates go, and I noticed one girl in particular, who looked like a very sweet girl. A sweet little terrible terror and very loyal looking deadly madder followed her out of the arena. Then I noticed others who had amazing dragons from a Skrill to a terrible terror. I am always more of an observer. I look for people who I would see myself eventually Meeting when I felt comfortable enough. Watching also helped me make sure I knew which kids to stay away from. I saw quite a few of those, which just made me grasp my dragons neck tighter.

“When is Aud gonna shut her mouth so we can go home?” I wined to my dragon.

She just purred In reply to try and offer some comfort.

“You remind me of someone really special.” I whispered to her.

“I’m gonna name you after her-Nebula.” I breathed in delight and sadness.

“I always loved my aunt nebbie. She took care of me and my sister for two years after my mom died. However suddenly, five months ago, she passed away in her sleep. I never knew why. It really broke me.” I conveyed all this to my new nebbie. The closest living thing to me besides my twin. Within thirty minutes of knowing her, I was already connected so deeply.

After about ten more minutes of just resting and watching, I decided to Saunter over to my sister and lightly tap her on the shoulder.

She looked at me and nodded then called good-bye to everyone that was in the group, grabbed my hand an led me out of there.

“WASNT THAT ABSOLUTELY AWSOME RITS! Aww man! I had the bestest time EVAAA!”

“It’s best actually.” I corrected her in an annoyed tone. For some reason she still believed that bestest was part of the long and broad circle of vocabulary. Along with other random words such as, grapey, funner, fantabulous and...the worst being...extravagandalorious. Aye yai yai. She loves made up words.

“What did you name your dragon?” She asked?

“Nebula. Or nebbie.” I quietly answered.

“Oh” she replied. She obviously got the reason why, and decided not to pry anymore. Something I love about her.

“Mine is spark. If I’m feeling goofy then I can change it to sparkles!” She giggled.

“Sounds just like you!” I said forcing a fake smile. I was still lost in the depression of loosing my aunt.

When we came into the view of our house, we both habitually grabbed each other’s hands even tighter before entering the house.

“Sounds like dad’s asleep again.” I whispered.

“Good. Can you make a snack? I’ll go check on him.” She replied.

I went into the kitchen and started pulling out some fruits and other filling treats. I heard the creake of the stairs as Aud crept up to our dads room, and then I decided to fill the silence with a little music. So I turned on the radio, hoping a song would lift my spirits.

AUD

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and turned around to see Rita giving me the pleading look of “can we please leave now?”

I didn’t want to torture her anymore so I said goodbye to the new people I met, grabbed her hand and walked home.

On the way back I asked her,

“What did you name your dragon?”

“Nebula. Or Nebbie.” She replied.

“Oh.” The name just hit me, as I remeber our favorite aunt nebbie and how devastated and shocked Rita was when she found her dead one morning. Sometimes I had awful nightmares featuring the most broken and torn face in the world. Red highlights around her eyes with tears streaking her face and wetting the shirt of my dead aunt. She lay on her for nearly 20 minutes, and all I could do was sit there and stare. I still haven’t processed it too much, but I know it was a much worse experience for my sister. I hated the memory of that morning. It was the second worse day of my life, next to the death of our mama. I decided to change the subject to the name of my dragon and how I named him spark or when I’m in my goofy mode, sparkles. I could tell she was still upset and forcing a smile, so I just stopped talking and walked in silence home with her.

When we got home, the house was eerily quite, and so telling Rita to get a snack ready, I walked up the creaky old stairs to check on our presumably sleeping dad.

When I reached the top I heard the radio turned on in the kitchen. The sounds faded away as Rita turned the sound down, so I kept going to our dads room.

I walked in and found him out cold on the bed with a bottle In one arm and a picture of our mom in the other. I removed them both, covered him with a blanket and quietly stole away back down the stairs.

“Is he asleep?” Rita asked.

“Yep. Hopefully the rest will sober him. I don’t want to deal with another of his episodes.” I replied.

“Yea me neither.” She replied while placing a tray of fruit and protein bars on the table.

“Thanks rits.”

“Yep.” She replied.

Both of us didn’t feel like talking much. We both had a lot to process so we just snacked on the food and contentedly listened to the slow and comforting sound of the present song.