[[Alright my previous story is down the drain-it's nto gone, it's just clogging it.
I have here a better story-it's only a preview though so enjoy~ -btw this story is based on my life-not done with it so there will be misspelled words.]]
What is a name?
A thing to call another?
A word that shows affection?
Why must it be complex?
"Move Fart-naz!" Farnaz Arabghani. That's my name. Fart-naz is just a nickname. How affectionate.
I turned around and a big burly girl pushes past me. Harris. At least, that's her last name. I never knew her though I know her name starts with a K. Katherine, Kaytlin? No, those were sweet names, and this girl was anything but sweet. She looked like she could play against all hte best quarterbacks, and win.
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Well, back to me.
I fall silent and merely watch her push by (that would be a bruise tomorrow), before turning back around and continuing my course to class. Farnaz. So many awful nicknames from such a little word. Fart-nose, Fartknocker(whatever that is) Fernos-, need I go on? See my name is persian(Iran), and it means graceful. Well, to tell you the truth I'm not very graceful. But still, it suits me in my own way.
As for the nicknames, they don't. I have my father's nose, which I admit is rather big. I have a small face and since my name sounds like it they call me fartnose and fernose, just beacuse I'm not like them.
Affectionate nicknames?
NOT.
Why does she hate me? I don't even know her.
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I was hated here, I was even hated in Elementary. I went to Emmott Elementary, and was picked on for being a weird little girl, a witch, a freak, a monster. One time I was playing in the dirt and a small sand tornado swept past me and to the playground. That was when I was titled a witch.
I did'nt do it, nature did, but hey, it was first grade. What went in one kid's mind stuck instantly. I found myself alone from kindergarden to eigth grade. Though I had two friends, Tiffany, whom later on hurt me terribly, and my one true friend, Brooke Garret. But before them, the only thing that kept me from losing my mind and killing myself were two things I still have: Imagination and Magic.
"You really should ignore people when they say mean things." A boy right behind me said, although I was'nt the least bit shocked. He was at least twelve and had white hair and red eyes. Yup; Talos was imaginary. No one could see him but I. I did'nt have to talk to him with my lips; whatever I thought; he could hear.
Now to you this may seem comman; oh a lonely kid with imaginary friends. How dull.
No, it was never dull. There was something about my friends; something that...well, made them seem....
Magical.
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"Is magic real?" I once asked my teacher after school, during third grade. My 'friends' were now a surplus number, some with wings, some with tails, and other just there, floating around, never touching a person besides me.
"It's as real as you wnat it to be." She only answered before leaving. That night I pondered on this while talking to Rontu, another boy 'imaginary' friend. He has red bangs with black hair, and the most beautiful green eyes that could be mistaked as emeralds. He was what most of my characters were that I was'nt; Beautiful.
All of them had something extrodinary and lovely about them; something I did'nt have. Yet thehy still loved me and only me, never insulting unless I wanted them to. Which never was.
To me, they were the only friends I had, and I treasured that.
Why could'nt normal, Beautiful people be as kind as them? To me, Rontu and the others were real, a gift that heaven decided to bless me with.
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"Who are you talking to, you freak?" This boy, Colby Bryant, called me. Boys and girls always picked on me, I never knew why but they would say I had 'Fernaz' Germs and that I could kill with a touch.
It so happens that I was talking to Rontu aloud accidently instead of thinking my words, and Colby decided to pick on me.
I did'nt answer though Rontu; whom I always pictured with a bit of a temper, yells for Colby to buzz off. I smile mysteriously and just turn back to Rontu and began to talk aloud to him again. Yes, sometimes I do act weird, just to get people away.
"Don't mind him Rontu, he's just a stupid boy." I say, and he snickers. Now Colby is shorter then me but still strong; and he glares and says in that weird squeaky voice of his,"Oh yea?!" And pushed me off the swing I was sitting on. It actually hurt beacuse I fell backwards and my legs scraped the seat. Now that got to Rontu and something amazing happened.
I looked up as Rontu moved and pushed Colby. And he FELL down.I was shocked when the group of boys turned and ran, yelling about me being a witch, Colby was scared and ran off with them as well, infact, faster then them.(maybe beacuse he was a little shorter then the rest?).
They could'nt see Rontu; and....He was real?
No, he was'nt, he was my imagination...
But I believed in him so much, he seemed real, truly real, like flesh and blood, only invisible...
It explained why they kept their distance from others besides me; prehaps they could sense this.. arua around me, that friendly feeling to me must be something else to them.
I realized then; these beautiful and kind imaginations, no, my friends; were magic, Sacroscant and precious to me. As long as I believed, they would be real, and they would protect me from the harsh reality I lived in.
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"Rontu, what's it like to fly?" I ask one day, around the age of ten and in fifth grade. I was in my room sitting on the bed and holding Planet Pup, an orange stuffed dalmation dog that I loved since I was five. My room was really odd yet organized and plain. Stuffed animals of different sorts in a pile in a corner, a dresser with many stickers on it, and a bed with different blankets.
Now most of my characters float around me, once in a while walk on the ground, but that's what made them so special, the fact they could do anything.
Rontu merely shrugged at this question."It's different then walking. It's like all your dreams lift you away on err-gossamer wings, and it seems like..you have nothing to worry about, those wings will take you to a place where you'll be loved." He was floating above me, laying down and staring at me with kind eyes, and I smile up at him.
"One day, when I'm loved, I'll fly with you on gossamer wings."
"Your already loved. By me, and the others. Your wings just haven't shown their potential."
"I mean loved by humans; though I love you all a teensy bit more."
"Alright then- how about a deal? Once you find out who loves you, I'll take you away on those wings."
We both smile and I extend my hand to him; my pinky jutting out slightly. He did the same and for a moment, I felt his finger actually brush mine in a pinky promise that would last for later years.
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[[I know it's cheesy and all, but it is'nt done yet..]]
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