Part 2
I decided to make a part two since bạn guys were asking for another part :) Thanks so much for your support and ideas! bạn can also find me on Fanfiction.net with my tên người dùng 'iPsychic' just like my fanpop tên người dùng :) Also, I am aware that Zoey may not have a brother but I included her having one anyway.
‘Who are bạn young Missy?’ I asked Zoey. Zoey just kept giggling, her face blushing thêm and more. I started gasping again and was back to my normal self.
‘So, that was one of my personalities,’ I told Zoey. ‘That was Chester, a grumpy old man,’ I sigh after I remember one of my many incidents when I tried to become Những người bạn with people.
*Flashback*
Back in năm 6, I just arrived at Middle School, hoping to make some Những người bạn for once. I walked into my classroom seeing a bunch of kids, who I’ll hopefully try to become Những người bạn with. I sat down tiếp theo to a short, brown-haired girl who was laughing and smiling to a group of people. She turned around to face me.
‘Hi! What’s your name?’ she asked.
‘I’m Mike, nice to meet you,’ I replied.
‘Nice to meet bạn too! I’m...’ she stopped talking when I started gasping for air. ‘Oh my God! Are bạn alright?
‘Young Missy! Back in my day, people would never use the world “God”!’ I snapped at her.
‘What are bạn talking about?!’ she asked. I started gasping again, turning back to my normal self.
‘Come on girls! Let’s go sit somewhere else,’ the girl whispered to her friends. I watched them di chuyển to the other side of the room. My chance to make new Những người bạn and I blew it, again! Chester had taken over. A quite chubby, brown-haired boy with glasses overheard me and asked ‘By any chance, do bạn have multiple personality disorder?’
‘Yes... please don’t tell-,’ I told the boy until someone interrupted me.
‘Multiple personality disorder?! Hey, we already have a class freak over here!’ a spiky, black haired boy yelled out. Everyone started laughing and murmuring.
‘Weirdo!’ a kid said.
‘I’d hate to be his parents,’ another yelled.
‘Please stop!’ I asked until I gasped and turned into Chester again.
‘Rude Whippersnappers!’ I grumbled with my elderly voice. The class cracked up laughing, when I turned back to myself again.
‘What a loser!’ a tall blonde girl yelled. My tim, trái tim dropped lower and lower, my eyes swelling with tears.
*Flashback ended*
‘Mike... Mike?!’ Zoey yelled. I returned back to reality.
‘Sorry, just thinking about something,’ I replied.
‘That’s ok. bạn just seemed very motionless for a một phút there,’ she laughed.
‘So, how come bạn don’t have any friends?’ I asked. ‘You’re super nice!’
Zoey sighed aloud and đã đưa ý kiến ‘I sorta have a bad temper,’
She noticed my surprised face.
‘You’re probably wondering why. bạn see, my older brother was close to dying when I was 5,’ she told me.
‘I’m so sorry about that,’ I đã đưa ý kiến to her with sympathy.
‘Thanks. He got beaten up quite a lot, just because he was different. He would say things at the wrong time and one day, some bullies beat him up really badly. He was in a terrible condition and Mất tích most of his memory. My parents have tried to teach him what he should know. He’s 23 but he’s about as smart as a 13 năm old. Now whenever someone hurts me hoặc other people, I lose my temper as it reminds me of my brother,’ Zoey told me.
‘I’m really sorry about that!’ I told Zoey. She then stood still for a một giây when...
*Zoey’s flashback*
A young Zoey in năm 6 arrived for her first ngày of Middle School. She walked down the halls of her new school, looking around at people at their lockers. She came across a group of girls stuffing a short girl, wearing glasses into a locker.
‘Hey! What do bạn think you’re doing?!’ Zoey yelled. The 3 girls turned around from the locker to see a red head looking up at them.
‘Hey look! A chubby ranger!’ one of the girls laughed at Zoey. Zoey’s face scrunched up and turned to cà chua red.
‘Don’t call me ranger hoặc chubby! Leave that girl alone!’ Zoey yelled.
‘Kid’s got temper!’ one of the others said. Zoey Mất tích it. She kicked that girl down to the ground, making her yelp in pain. Zoey turned to face the girl who called her a chubby ranger and slapped the her face and kicked her legs. The third girl who never đã đưa ý kiến anything sprinted away, wondering if she was next. The small girl in the locker was watching the whole thing, her face scared.
‘You can come out now, I’m sorry those girls were mean to you,’ Zoey told the small girl. The small girl slowly came out of the locker, her lips trembling and her face being as pale as a ghost.
‘P-please, don’t h-hurt me!’ the small girl said, slowly stepping back. Then she ran down the corridor. The girls that Zoey had beaten up did the same, but much slower because of their pain. Zoey looked around to see everyone’s faces stunned and silence.
‘I blew it with my temper, again!’ Zoey whispered to herself. She knew no-one would be her friend after this display.
*End of Zoey’s flashback*
‘Zoey, are bạn alright? I asked the red-head.
‘Huh? Oh yeah. Just thinking,’ she replied. The chuông, bell then interrupted her thoughts.
‘I guess that’s the bell. I have gym,’ Zoey said.
‘Really? So do I! Let’s go!’ I cheerfully said, running off with Zoey bởi my side.
*End of Chapter 2*
I decided to make a part two since bạn guys were asking for another part :) Thanks so much for your support and ideas! bạn can also find me on Fanfiction.net with my tên người dùng 'iPsychic' just like my fanpop tên người dùng :) Also, I am aware that Zoey may not have a brother but I included her having one anyway.
‘Who are bạn young Missy?’ I asked Zoey. Zoey just kept giggling, her face blushing thêm and more. I started gasping again and was back to my normal self.
‘So, that was one of my personalities,’ I told Zoey. ‘That was Chester, a grumpy old man,’ I sigh after I remember one of my many incidents when I tried to become Những người bạn with people.
*Flashback*
Back in năm 6, I just arrived at Middle School, hoping to make some Những người bạn for once. I walked into my classroom seeing a bunch of kids, who I’ll hopefully try to become Những người bạn with. I sat down tiếp theo to a short, brown-haired girl who was laughing and smiling to a group of people. She turned around to face me.
‘Hi! What’s your name?’ she asked.
‘I’m Mike, nice to meet you,’ I replied.
‘Nice to meet bạn too! I’m...’ she stopped talking when I started gasping for air. ‘Oh my God! Are bạn alright?
‘Young Missy! Back in my day, people would never use the world “God”!’ I snapped at her.
‘What are bạn talking about?!’ she asked. I started gasping again, turning back to my normal self.
‘Come on girls! Let’s go sit somewhere else,’ the girl whispered to her friends. I watched them di chuyển to the other side of the room. My chance to make new Những người bạn and I blew it, again! Chester had taken over. A quite chubby, brown-haired boy with glasses overheard me and asked ‘By any chance, do bạn have multiple personality disorder?’
‘Yes... please don’t tell-,’ I told the boy until someone interrupted me.
‘Multiple personality disorder?! Hey, we already have a class freak over here!’ a spiky, black haired boy yelled out. Everyone started laughing and murmuring.
‘Weirdo!’ a kid said.
‘I’d hate to be his parents,’ another yelled.
‘Please stop!’ I asked until I gasped and turned into Chester again.
‘Rude Whippersnappers!’ I grumbled with my elderly voice. The class cracked up laughing, when I turned back to myself again.
‘What a loser!’ a tall blonde girl yelled. My tim, trái tim dropped lower and lower, my eyes swelling with tears.
*Flashback ended*
‘Mike... Mike?!’ Zoey yelled. I returned back to reality.
‘Sorry, just thinking about something,’ I replied.
‘That’s ok. bạn just seemed very motionless for a một phút there,’ she laughed.
‘So, how come bạn don’t have any friends?’ I asked. ‘You’re super nice!’
Zoey sighed aloud and đã đưa ý kiến ‘I sorta have a bad temper,’
She noticed my surprised face.
‘You’re probably wondering why. bạn see, my older brother was close to dying when I was 5,’ she told me.
‘I’m so sorry about that,’ I đã đưa ý kiến to her with sympathy.
‘Thanks. He got beaten up quite a lot, just because he was different. He would say things at the wrong time and one day, some bullies beat him up really badly. He was in a terrible condition and Mất tích most of his memory. My parents have tried to teach him what he should know. He’s 23 but he’s about as smart as a 13 năm old. Now whenever someone hurts me hoặc other people, I lose my temper as it reminds me of my brother,’ Zoey told me.
‘I’m really sorry about that!’ I told Zoey. She then stood still for a một giây when...
*Zoey’s flashback*
A young Zoey in năm 6 arrived for her first ngày of Middle School. She walked down the halls of her new school, looking around at people at their lockers. She came across a group of girls stuffing a short girl, wearing glasses into a locker.
‘Hey! What do bạn think you’re doing?!’ Zoey yelled. The 3 girls turned around from the locker to see a red head looking up at them.
‘Hey look! A chubby ranger!’ one of the girls laughed at Zoey. Zoey’s face scrunched up and turned to cà chua red.
‘Don’t call me ranger hoặc chubby! Leave that girl alone!’ Zoey yelled.
‘Kid’s got temper!’ one of the others said. Zoey Mất tích it. She kicked that girl down to the ground, making her yelp in pain. Zoey turned to face the girl who called her a chubby ranger and slapped the her face and kicked her legs. The third girl who never đã đưa ý kiến anything sprinted away, wondering if she was next. The small girl in the locker was watching the whole thing, her face scared.
‘You can come out now, I’m sorry those girls were mean to you,’ Zoey told the small girl. The small girl slowly came out of the locker, her lips trembling and her face being as pale as a ghost.
‘P-please, don’t h-hurt me!’ the small girl said, slowly stepping back. Then she ran down the corridor. The girls that Zoey had beaten up did the same, but much slower because of their pain. Zoey looked around to see everyone’s faces stunned and silence.
‘I blew it with my temper, again!’ Zoey whispered to herself. She knew no-one would be her friend after this display.
*End of Zoey’s flashback*
‘Zoey, are bạn alright? I asked the red-head.
‘Huh? Oh yeah. Just thinking,’ she replied. The chuông, bell then interrupted her thoughts.
‘I guess that’s the bell. I have gym,’ Zoey said.
‘Really? So do I! Let’s go!’ I cheerfully said, running off with Zoey bởi my side.
*End of Chapter 2*
