Stories and such

[Noble_Wolf_Heart]

This story is fictional. I got the inspiration for it when a good friend moved away and changed schools. We were the original Dynamic Duo and I dedicate this story to him.

The Dynamic Duo
((Part 1 the rest to be added as a second post))

I am so bored. I’m sitting here at the computer and I have nothing to do. The computer I normally use because of the net is broke right now and I just want to type now. I usually talk to my friends when I surf the net, but this will have to do for now.
When I talk to my friends we don’t just talk, we role play RP for short. We make up fantastic stories. One of the ones I started is about vampires. My character name is Miyu. I guess I should tell you my real name too. Just call me Andi, Andi Birchcrest. I’m 17.
I have a friend who is like this too. Everyone calls him Juny, Juny Ackerman. He’s a great kid really. He likes the same stuff I do. He never has been in real trouble except for last year. Before I go into that though, I just thought it would be good to know more about him and me. When he was 7 his mom died. Car wreck. He was devastated. We have known each other since second grade. It was hard for him. Less than a year later his dad remarries and now he had a step mom. She was ok, but she wasn’t like a mom you would want. Three years ago his dad died. All anyone would say was it was a car wreck. We don’t believe that. His step mom remarried soon after and now he has a step dad too.
I guess I am luckier. I never knew my dad. I have vague memories though. Something about a boat and a picnic. But that’s about it. My mom raised my big bro and me. He is okay but sometimes he can be a jerk. Let’s face it though, not everyone can have a picture perfect family huh?
Anyway I was trying to tell you what happened last year. I had called Juny up around noon that day and invited him to a movie. He would have goon to but his other friends had invited him to go somewhere else. He went along with them instead. It didn’t bother me much but I still wanted him to cancel with them. Anyway, When the boys got to where they were going it was some old guy’s house. The old guy worked at a local gas station as a window washer. The other boys had planned to rob him. They had planned it so they thought he would be at work. They all went inside without telling Juny what was going on. All they told him was the house belonged to one of their dads. They said they were there just to pick up a few items. Juny was to help hold some bags.
Not even half way through with what they were doing the old man woke up. He had stayed home from work cause he was sick. When he saw the boys he knew he was being robbed. He walks with a cane and by the time he reached the phone in the hall, the other boys had pushed him down. Juny saw this and heard a sickening crack. When he finally realized what was going on he blew up at the other boys and when he tried to call the cops the other boys beat the crap out of him. When thy left Juny crawled over to the old man to make sure he was okay.
The P.O. that talked to Juny and the old man was able to get Juny a slap on the wrist. The other boys all denied being there and had alibi’s. Even then though with the statements I gave them and Juny's and the old mans, they went to juvy.
Poor Juny though. His family is so mad they are going to either send him away or just kick him out. My ma agreed to let him stay here in the guestroom if he wants, but Juny is going to wait and see what happens. Once my mom wanted to know why Juny and I don’t date and I told her that dating a friend would be like dating my bro, just something you don’t do ya know? When I told Juny about this, he just smiled and didn’t say anything. Sometimes I don’t get that kid.
Growing up with him though was a lot of fun. We met in the second grade. It was so funny too. He had just moved into town and some of the big kids a grade up were trying to make him a new “friend” Someone they could use as a scape goat. I knew them well enough to know about them because I had been at that school since kindergarten. The older boys had seen something’s the younger kids like me had during show and tell. They had seen it through a big window that connects our rooms. There were three things they liked, Susan’s war medal she borrowed from her dad, Jimmy’s brand new action figure (it had just came into the stores. It was one of those really cool ones that shoots little fake bombs.) and they had wanted my baseball collection.
They had told Juny that the items were really theirs and that they had only let us borrow them. They wanted Juny to get them back and if he did that then he could join them as a friend. Well you know little kids right? They will believe anything. So when Juny heard this, he believed it. During naptime he took the war medal, during snack he took the action figure and during playtime, he tried to take my cards. When I knew what he was up to I marched right up to him and demanded my cards back. He claimed they weren’t mine, but the older kids. I said oh yeah and what else is theirs? He showed me and when I tried to get them back he pushed me down and tried to take my cards again. I got up and socked him real hard on the right cheek. He was so near tears I felt sorry for him. He hollered at me he was telling and when he got back with the teacher both of us got in trouble. Me for hitting him and he got in trouble for stealing. I don’t know what happened to the older boys but I knew it was bad because they were sent to the office.
The next day he apologized for pushing me and I said I was sorry for hitting him. He just smiled and said I hit like a guy. Not many girls are that strong. I had to feel kinda sorry for him though because he had a big black and blue bruise that covered half his cheek. After that we were inseparable. We caused a lot of trouble at that school. Once we let mice loose in the lunchroom. It was pure mayhem. I think that was in the second grade as well, maybe half way through the year. It was really funny. The mice ran up and down the food trays. Some of them were in the food and others were crawling up the lunch ladies skirts. The school had to have special food catered in that day because all of it got ruined. Our parents were called in and we both got grounded. But it was worth it. The whole next week we were like hero’s. Not only had we gotten one of the mean lunch ladies to quit, but also we got really good food, not that old gross dried out stuff the school was going to serve.
Looking back on our school years together, I have to laugh. If only it would have stayed that simple. It was then that we decided to do something big every year! I still think it was the best promise I have ever made. We did 10 more pranks like that. We also did smaller stuff to like near the end of the second grade we pulled a prank on the teacher. But this time we didn’t get caught.
Mostly the reason we didn’t get caught was because we planned it out real carefully. But we had to wait for a substitute. It was real funny too, even our classmates didn’t tell on us. I think that was because they had fun just watching the mayhem we caused. The thing we planned went great too; we just had to time it right. One by one everyone in class would ask to go to the bathroom. When they left they would head past the lunch boxes and grab theirs. The sub didn’t notice this and then in the bathroom we put all the lunch boxes through a window onto the front lawn. Then at lunchtime all our meals simply had disappeared from the classroom.
The sub had no idea what to do. Unfortunately a groundskeeper had seen the pile of lunch boxes. He gathered them up and was smart enough to know they belonged to our class. I guess you didn’t have to be smart enough to know that though, mainly because of the prank earlier in the year. Or maybe it was because some of the boxes had names, either way we still had our lunches.
Three months ago I went into the room he went ahead and took. It’s empty now though, most of the house is empty, we are moving. Anyway I can still see the tack holes were he had placed a poster we had made together. We had just finished watching a movie about the Trojans it was really neat and the part we both liked the best was the horses. I drew a black horse that had a white streak on his nose. Juny drew a brown one with spots of white black and dark brown. I liked his horse better for some reason and I don’t really know why. Then we took different pictures from old magazines and made an awesome landscape. It didn’t look bad, the things we cut out and pasted made it look really neat and not a sloppy thing a kindergartner would make.
The scene had a sun to the right and high mountains in the back. Grass grew in sparse parts on the picture and a small dusty trail seemed to loop in the back and come up front underneath the horse’s hoofs.
Thinking of the poster make me think of the third grade. Ha Ha. Life seemed to get so much better as we got older for some reason. We decided to wait for the first two weeks to go by before we pulled the big prank. This way we could find out who we could trust later in the school year and which would rat us out. The teachers pet normally likes to get others like us in trouble. We were lucky though. There seemed to be only one teacher’s pet and many of the other students were ones from last year and we knew we could trust them. There were about three though who would rather tell and be safe than to get in trouble but they weren’t teacher’s pets, you could tell. I don’t know how to explain that though, it’s just sometimes you know when a person is a teachers pet.
After the first two weeks passed, we put our plan into action. We waited until it was a bathroom break and we pulled out a cell phone we borrowed from a good friend. We called up the local pizza joint and ordered 20 pizzas. Of course the joint called us back to make sure it wasn’t a prank because 20 is a lot. After reassuring them, we turned the phone off and went back to class like normal. A lot of the other students kept looking over to see what we had planned, because no one knew we had already pulled half of it off. Then right around lunchtime, which was like thirty minutes later a call is made on the P.A. to our room. The pizza had come and they were waiting up front for the money. The teacher put a student named Kathy in charge and left the room. As soon as we knew she was more than half way down the hall we burst out laughing.
When the others realized this was what we had planned they laughed to. Kathy didn’t find it funny, she lectured us on how it wasn’t nice to do that to hard working people. Everyone just laughed harder and she was so near tears when the teacher got back that she told on us. Even though she had no proof, the teacher believed her and once again Juny and I got into major trouble. We had to get a weekend bike route to pay off the pizza debt. After that we decided not to pull pranks like that, but that we were still going to pull them off.
I was about to leave the bedroom I had walked into, but noticed an old fuzzy dog on the side of the bed. It had almost fallen off and was squashed into the corner. I picked him up. He was still almost as soft as he was when he was new. His fur had a dingy look to it and some of his fur had been rubbed off. I remember when I gave him to Juny. It was right after his mom died. He had been crying all day and I felt sorry for him. I knew when I was sad that after I held my teddy for a while I felt better. I walked to the store and bought him by myself I was so proud. I walked over to his house and knocked on the door and when he answered I told him that the doggy would help him feel better. He took the dog and invited me inside. He started to smile again. We had some chocolate milk and talked about school but it was getting late and I knew he needed some time alone so I said goodbye and left. He kept that dog just like I kept my teddy, close.
The next year in school, fourth grade, we knew we had to plan a good prank. But we also knew that it couldn’t be like the one from last year because it had cost us money in the end. We though almost all year on what to do and at the end of the year we had it! We were going to take all the toilet paper out of the teacher’s toilets and put a laxative into his coffee. The laxative worked a lot faster than we thought and around noon like right before lunch he runs out of the room and heads into the teacher’s toilets. Both of us snuck out of the room and listened at the door to the point when he started yelling about no paper being in the stall. We got caught running back to our class and tried to say we only had left to make sure he was okay. They didn’t believe us though and we got detention for two days.
I pick up the dog again and place it in one of the boxes we had packed. I started to think back on our old school days. It was fifth grade and most of the old people we knew had different teachers. We lucked out though because there was a lot of talk about putt on us in separate classes but some of the other teachers wouldn’t even take one of us. Finally we ended up in Mr. Kraft’s class. He was new and didn’t know our shenanigans or us. It was perfect. On the first day we put our plan into action. Since Juny was good at lying and I was good at voices, we pretended I was a foreign exchange student. Juny was the one who was supposed to help me around school. Everytime the teacher asked me to do my work I looked at him quizzically and Juny would speak to me in a mock language and then I would understand. This went on all day and it drove the teacher nuts. The next day though he had talked to another one of the teachers I guess, because he separated our desks. For the whole year we only got to talk during study hall and lunch. We didn’t care it was a lot of fun.

 

[Noble_Wolf_Heart]

((Part 2))

Mom comes in and tells me we are leaving. I climb in the car and we head off to our new home. The one we lived in before was too big and now we are moving to a smaller house. I don’t mind, the neighborhood was getting pretty lame anyway. The drive is going to be a long one so I start to stare out the window. We pass the old 7-11 and it’s funny how that it reminds me of the sixth Grade.
By the time we got into sixth grade, we were in a different school. Our elementary days were over and the teachers here knew nothing of us, this year would be fun. It was half way through the school year when we finally convinced a few of our fellow students to help us out. The catch was though that if we got in trouble we would take all the blame. It was a risk Juny and I were willing to take. We waited till lunch was halfway over, this way all the food would be served and everyone would have ammo. I stood up and threw some potatoes at Juny and he stood up and threw some back at me. Then at the same time we yelled food fight and the people that were helping us stood up and threw food too. After a few seconds the lunchroom erupted in chaos. Food was everywhere. It was so messy and fun! But in like 5 minutes a teacher came in and got pelted by some cranberry cake and the fight stopped like right then and there.
Of course someone told, we don’t know who. Might have been the people who were supposed to help us. The punishment wasn’t too bad though, all we had to do was clean the lunchroom and serve two detentions. To this day I hate cranberry cake, mainly because it was my cake that hit the teacher.
Then I looked back out the window and saw the Wal-Mart Juny and I terrorized. We had fun there too. Two months ago we went in and acted like a normal person, but then we had some fun. We took a list and cut it in half, this way Juny had some things to do and I had some things to do. First Juny went to a changing room and waited a few minutes before yelling out that there was no toilet paper. A few minutes later he came back out and I went over to the adult isle and grabbed a handful of condoms and when people weren’t looking I placed them in their shopping carts. After that Juny tried to put M&M’s on layaway. That was funny too. Then soon after that whenever the speaker came on I curled up into a ball and hollered no no not the voices again! Then Juny stood infront of one of the cameras and just swayed back and forth for ten minutes. The security had been watching us though and kicked us out. We were asked not to come back unless our parents were with us. I think that it was the worst trouble I had ever been in.
I kept looking out the window and after a few miles I saw a new pet shop. It must have been new because they were hanging up a sign that said Grand Opening. Man that brought back memories too. It was the Seventh grade. Word had gotten around about us from the food fight last year and people kinda liked us because of that. Anyway we waited for the middle of the year, that always seemed to be the best time to do things. I don’t know why though. Anyway, Juny brought in a box that had a lid full of little holes. We waited until science started and he brought it out and said he wanted to show off his tarantula. Of course the box was empty but no one else knew that, they thought a real spider was in there. So when Juny opened the box he was shocked to see the spider was gone. The whole class was in an uproar. For the better part of the day we spent it looking for the spider. Finally one student said it might have crawled out the window because it was open. Class resumed but many people still looked around to see if the spider was truly gone.
By the end of the school year many people knew us, but they choose not to become involved with us because we always got in trouble. But they were always willing to help plan and execute a new prank. That is why we went ahead and agreed to let a whole class pull off the next prank in eighth grade. We all told the teacher Mrs. Higg that a new student was joining us next week. His name would be Sam. The day he was to arrive the whole class knew that the new Sam was fake. The next day he came. He was sitting in a chair between Juny and me. When the teacher called roll we pretended that Sam said here. The whole class was like yeah. Mrs. Higg kept asking were he was and since everyone was in on it, we all pointed and said, “right there.” This went on for 15 minutes before she left the room and brought in another teacher. It was all really funny except the whole class got silent lunch. Big Deal. At least there was no detention that time. No one seemed to be to mad either, everyone had fun with it. I really do miss those days.
We stopped at the burger joint and I knew we were more than halfway to the new home, it was only like thirty minutes distance from the old house to the new one. I bet I could bike it if I wanted. I didn’t realize it at first, but this was the same burger joint that Juny and I had been to last month. Someone had been smoking in the bathroom and it was a minor. We knew this much because whoever did it put the still smoldering cigarette in a trashcan. The place caught fire pretty fast and Juny and I stayed inside for a few minutes to make sure the lady with three kids got out. It was really scary and we both had bad smoke inhalation. I don’t think they ever caught the twerp who set fire to the bathroom though.
Speaking of twerps, Juny and I got called twerps in ninth grade for the last prank at that school. It was so stupid it was funny that’s why we did it. The school was having a fair and all the students were required to come up with a booth. But you had to have 5 people in a group. Naturally Juny and I paired up and looked for some one to help us. We picked Judd and Mark. Luckily every other group had five and the four of us were left to work together. Mark and Judd helped paint the outside and Juny and I worked on the inside of our tent. By the end of the week all the work was done except for the banner which we all worked in secret. The day of the fair, Judd sold the tickets for a dollar and Mark let people in who had tickets. The banner we had made said PEEP SHOW ONE DOLLAR. A lot of the guys bought a ticket but was annoyed when they got in the tent. It was a peep show al right, but not like what they though. I was sitting on one stool and Juny on the other and we kept saying, “Peep” over and over. It was a peep show but not what most people would think. Our tent lasted long enough to get thirty dollars. Which turned out to be the second highest number pulled by a single tent. We would have made more but some goody two shoes student told on us. Since it was the last day of school we had to leave the fair and write 100 times I’m sorry for putting out a bad tent.
We finally got back on the road and I knew we would reach our new hose in ten minutes yet I couldn’t help but think this ride is lasting forever. I had to chuckle though, that word, forever. There was a time just last week actually that Juny and I used that word. We had to take a public bus to get to a movie we wanted to see. The ride would take around 15 minutes and we had started to get bored. I looked at him and he looked at me and at the same time we broke out into song. We sang a song that went like this. This is the song that never ends; yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it not knowing what is was. And they continued singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends…. The song just continues that way until you are ready to stop. But we didn’t stop. We kept the song going until we got to the theatre and we continued to sing it until we bought our tickets. After the movie we had to catch another bus home and which one did we get? The one we annoyed! The driver took one look at us and said no singing. We laughed our heads off and boarded but we couldn’t keep quiet the whole time so we just hummed the tune to the song. The bus driver just shook his head and rolled his eyes.
I really had a lot of fun in school. During tenth grade we had been sent to a high school finally, leaving our old senior high behind. This also meant we left a lot of friends behind to though. We didn’t know what to plan as our next prank and we still didn’t know till halfway through the year. It finally hit us when our lesson was interrupted by the school news. It is a prerecorded show they record the previous day and show it the next day as announcements. I looked over to Juny and he was already mouthing yes. That day we went home and recorded an episode of a television series from south park or something like that. We snuck into school early the next day and switched out the tapes. It was math class when announcements ran. It was funny. South Park was blaring across the screen and after about two minutes it was pulled off air. Luckily we were not caught but a lot of teachers were watching us very carefully that whole year. I was funny! The announcements were never given that day either.
The car lurches to a stop. We are at our new house. It’s small but cute. It is trimmed with blue and it is a brick house. Blue ha, That was funny too; Juny and I had found some old washable blue paint and painted a neighbor’s car. It had been a silvery pink, but now it was an electric blue. We got into so much trouble for that. We had to pay for a special car wash, although it could have been just rinsed off. We got grounded for a week and were not allowed to see each other the whole week. When that was over we ran up to each other and hugged. Then went to a movie we had seen before and told everyone what was going to happen. Halfway through we got kicked out. We didn’t care much, we were just happy to be together.
Being together was hard in Eleventh Grade; we had been put into separate classes. That was tough. We saw each other before school, lunch, study hall, and of course after school. That didn’t stop us from pulling another prank though. We knew a lot of friends who had trouble with a teacher Mr. Gripes. He was the toughest teacher in the whole school. We planned what we were going to do and during the second semester right before school we broke into a computer classroom and hacked into his grading system. We gave everyone in his class straight A’s. It was only a week later did he find out that someone had tampered with his grades. Unfortunately, we got in trouble. We were suspended for a week and grounded again. Still to this day even I don’t know how we got caught.
Getting caught seemed to be a hard thing to avoid. Especialy in the twelfth grade. Mr. Gipes turned out to be one of the teachers we shared. He knew it was us that had tampered with his grades and he was being extra hard on us. One day he assigned a big project that included an essay. We got paired off and he made sure to put Juny with someone else. Each of the two people in each group had to write their own essay for some weird reason. The project was to choose a state or country and make a trifold board with facts, graphs and their flag. We also had to bring in a dish from that place and the essay was supposed to be on stuff we learned. I spent hours and hours on the paper. I worked really hard on it. When the grades came back for it he flunked me because spelling and grammar counted. He flunked Juny too and for the same reasons!
Juny and I were so mad we knew our next prank had to be on him. This would also mean it would be our last one. After all, this was our last year in school. We waited until two days later and both of us faked sick to stay home from school. After our parents left for work, we snuck to school and borrowed some muscle that knew Mr. Gripes from their high school days. We took his car and placed it on some bricks really high up. Then we snuck back home. The next day we were feeling much better and went to school. Of course we got called to the office. The principle asked if we were at school yesterday and both of us said no. He tried to get us to confess, but one of the people who had helped us out had came by at that precise moment and asked me if the chicken noodle soup helped. I instantly said yes.
This dude was helping me out and I think it was because he either liked me or because he hated Mr. Gripes just as much as I did. The principle looked at him and asked if I was at home all day and he said yeah that he came by with soup and tutored me so I wouldn’t fall behind. I agreed with all of what he said too. Juny had an alibi too, his was he had come over during the tutoring and stayed until school would have let out.
The principle let us go he had nothing to go on anyway, he just suspected us. He even apologized! I almost felt guilty. The guy that stuck up for me was gone like the next second I turned around so I never got to say thanks. But I saw him again four days ago. He stopped by during our packing. He wanted to know if I was okay. I smiled. It had been a while since I really smiled. We talked for a while and he said goodbye. He said he would see me on the hill in four days. When he left I broke out in tears and wouldn’t leave my room the rest of the day.
That was five days ago. Yesterday they buried Juny. Some much time had passed since the day he pushed me and I punched him. I don’t think I will ever find another true friend like him again. I saw Chris there. It was good to see someone I knew. But then again after a second look, I saw a lot of old friends. Even all the teachers we had terrorized were there. Even Mr. Gripes. Everyone was crying it was really hard. Mr. Gripes came up around that time and pulled out both of our exams. Through his tears he told me he regraded them. I knew he was trying to make me feel better so I told him that it was us who put his car on the bricks. I know it seems stupid to tell someone that after denying it for a while, but you should have seen his face. It lit up. The funeral went by pretty fast. Everyone was still crying when it was over too.
When we got home I unpacked my last box. Right on top was the old fuzzy dog. He sits on my bed now with my old teddy. They both help me feel better when I am lonely. They are good to have, but it helps that Chris is here too. I found out that Chris had a crush on me for a while and we have really hit it off. Although we don’t pull pranks on anyone, we still have lots of fun. We go to the old Wal-Mart every now and then just to say hey to Mike. He was the security that knew me when I was younger. And I still like to pick on David, the guy that drove the bus. Chris and I are getting married in May. I smile. Although the dynamic duo has come to an end, marriage opens up so many more possibilities.

 

[puttytat190]

This story is great I can 't believe I have never been to this section of cf before !