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Beep! Beep! Bee . . .
A hand like figure emerged from the side of the bed and slammed itself on the black alarm clock. As a head poked out from under the covers, it turned looked at the clock. 7:15 is what it read in bold red figures. "Huey! Huey!" Was heard from the kitchen. "Get up please or you are going to late for school!" A low moan came from underneath the covers which from a large lump. By the time the human underneath got up it was about 7:45. Flopping over on his belly, another low moan came out. Long legs came out first and then the rest of the boy's muscular body. He was about more then the average boy. His height was normal but the shoulders were a bit larger then a soccer player's but smaller then a stereotypical football player's. His nice smooth legs appeared to be shaven quite often but really not much hair had grown since his high school years. The boy slipped some slippers on to his feet and slowly walked down stairs. He couldn't care any less about the fact that he had nothing but boxers on.

The grand hallway seemed to stretch for miles as Huey subconsciously walked down the endless path to the kitchen. It was a good thing that school didn't started until 9:45 or being late would be a daily act. As if the walk from his room to the kitchen weren't long enough, the door leading to the kitchen was jammed, therefore he had to use the other entrance on the other side of large kitchen, making the trip longer and so much more exciting. Huey passed by a bird cage that held a colorful tropical parrot that seemed to squawk endlessly day and night. The only time it would shut-up is when you gave it your undivided attention. Once Huey came close enough the parrot screeched in his ear. His eyes flashed open. He fell onto the blank white wall. "Son of a . . ." He looked at the bird. "Hello." It said. Huey shook his head. "Oh my gosh." With a fast paced breathe, he got back up. "Don't you have anything else to do on your free time?" He inquired as he glared into the bird's large black eyes.

Huey slowly moved around the cage constantly looking at the bird in order for it to know that he was paying attention. Cleverly, he threw a tiny paper clip, in which he grabbed from a near by table and tossed it. The bird's attention shifted and Huey made his escape. "Dumb bird." He chuckled to himself. Stephine, who was Huey's 'loving' step-mother, was in her usual place, washing the dishes. She looked over her shoulder and then quickly snapped her focus to what she was doing. Huey slowly pulled out one of the four old wooden chairs out from the brand new marble table. It was an old match but the matching chairs were said that they aren't being delivered until two weeks after the table was delivered. Huey of course questioned it, but he was brushed off and ignored as usual. It seemed like the only time he got paid any attention to is when his Pre-Cal. grade sundenly dropped from a 99 to 93. "O-M-F-G my grade got dropped 6 god dammed points." Were the exact words that came out of his mouth once his parent confronted him. And with Huey's luck, that got him grounded from even longer.

Sighing deeply, he watched as Stephine set down a breakfast plate in front of him. Ham, sausage, scrabbled eggs, bacon. It all seemed like the prefect breakfast. Another sigh escaped Huey's mouth as he picked up a fork. He dug it into the eggs and placed them into his mouth. It didn't seem that tasty but that was the only thing he could eat. "Step, I am done." He announced as he stood up and waddled over to the refrigerator. "You didn't eat your meat." At this moment, Huey's shoulder raised and fell. "Step, I am a vegetarian." Every time Stephine cooked him something, those words were repeated. It has gotten to the point were he ate things that touched the meat products now. He became angry with that fact that some of the taste of the meat infused itself with the other foods. What also comes to mind,she was trying to get Huey to eat meat again; which only ticked Huey off more.

It wasn't like he didn't like her, in fact she was a very nice women but sometimes the things she does would make Huey go nuts. Huey took a large gulp of the milk without putting it in a glass. He ignored anything that Stephine was telling him as he packed his lunch for the day. It was a very hard thing for somebody like Huey to find something to eat for lunch. So he packed a PB&J sandwich, a bag of chips, fruit roll-up and a mango drink. It didn't really take much to fill him up but if it didn't then he always carried a dollar for something extra.

Stephine turned her back on him and he sprinted out of the kitchen with his packed lunch. He dodged the parrot's room and made a one-man-stampede for his room. The clock read 8:23 has he shut his heavy wooden door. He leap into the shower. Thanks to the water heater, there was a blast of cold water rushed at his face then the hot water stung his body. Quickly he turned it down to his linking and continued with his shower: shampoo, rinse, shampoo again, rinse, conditioner, axe smelly soap with use of a rag and then rinse of the body. Steam rose from the bathroom as he turned the fogged white knob to the 'off' position. He pulled a towel that was hanging on the bathroom wall off and wrapped it around his body. After he towel dried his chocolate brown hair, he plugged in his straightener. "All hot guys use straighteners." Is what he say when somebody told him he was a sissy for having one in the first place. The good thing was that the straightener was one of those 'from wet to dry' ones so Huey could get lazy and not do his hair like you are suppose to.

The towel was still wrapped around him as he exited his bathroom. His straightener took a while to heat up so he of course went to pick out his clothing at this time. He pulled out his plain white boxers along with an undershirt. Picking and choosing from all his cloths, he pulled out some khaki colored shorts that had an eagle on one of the back pockets and a lose fitting t-shirt that read 'Chess club' across the front. Some other things where said on the back but Huey didn't really pay attention to them because he couldn't see his back. He went back to his straightener, which wasn't quite ready. He reached into a cabinet on top of his toilet seat and grabbed a strange blue container. The container read 'ever-lasting gel.' Of course, the label wasn't really inaccurate but it did last a good 12 hours. Ten minutes passed by has Huey straightened and gelled his hair to his liking.

Out of all the events that happened, it was still only 9:01. For a about 15 minutes Huey gathered up the rest of his school supplies and headed out the door to his black corvette in which was giving to him as a sorry-mommy-left-and-now-we-replaced-her gift. Huey didn't care as long as he got the car and nobody else but him sat in the drivers seat. He raced off to school. No less then 5 minutes later he arrived in the student parking lot. He always drove cautiously in this parking lot. Backing up into his normal parking space, he watched every single person that drove or walked pass him. The new freshman were always surprised and the seniors always glared at him with jealousy.



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M A R I OOXOXOXOXOA M E LOXOXOXOXOM A R T I N E

Beep! Beep! Beee . . .
A boy, black hair, black eyes and a nice little lip ring, emerged from under the covers. "God dammit." He shouted as he looked at the clock. Slowly he moved off his jet blue bed. Stubbing as if he were drunk, he felt around for the bathroom. "Where the hell is that b*****d a** room." Finally with one last fall, he landed on his gigantic red rug that sat in the middle of the bathroom floor. He shot up and looked around the dark room. "Alright..." He brushed it off and took off his only piece of clothing which was his boxers. He turned the white shower knob so the cold water would come falling down. Knowing that the water would take a while to become the temperature he would like it be, he took out his tooth brush.

He didn't care how much childish it was, he loved playing with it. A ball sat on the end which was made to some how made the tooth bush more 'soothing.' The tooth bush also said Mario. That was another feature that made the boy smile. Yes, in fact, his name WAS Mario in case you haven't figured out. Yea, go ahead. "Mario, do you like the game MARIO?!?!?!" PUHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA, NO. Mario never enjoyed that joke, it pretty much got old since the time he stepped foot in America. To tell the truth, He was born in Italy and moved to America just recently.

Today would be the first day in American School. Of course, Mario was just OVERFILLED with joy about attending a new high school in which he barely practiced the language of. The boy jumped into the shower right after he bushed his fine white pearl teeth. Shower consisted of three things: hair, face and chest. He did wash the rest of his body but not was much as those three parts. He was very proud of his tight adds and large muscles. Once he stepped his foot in America, he felt like the only person comfortable in his own skin. After the shower was done, he took a sit on the floor not really wanting to attend the school he is being forced to be at. "This is dumb." He told himself.

A good ten minutes passed before his mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs for him to hurry up. "ALRIGHT MAMA, I AM COMING!" He shouted back. He hopped off the shower floor and wrapped a towel around his skinny body. "Alright let do this thang." He said in a thick Italian accent. Smiled his looked at his body. "What does that even mean?" He asked himself. "Oh well."

A messenger bag sat on the other side of the room. The gold peace sign that was glued to the front reflected in Mario's eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head and on. "Don't worry I wouldn't never forget you." He walked over to pick it up without any pants on. He placed the bag on the bed. "You'll do well." He said smiling to himself. Just then he heard another yell from down the stairs. Mario sighed heavily and put on some plaid boxers and so black and white checkered skinny jeans. He slipped on some black high tops and was out the door. "Ok mama lets go." He yelled as he stepped down the stairs and out the wooden door.

"You can drive yourself." His mother said has she handed him the keys. "Be safe now!" She snapped. Also she followed up with the whole 'have fun,' 'put you money in your shoe so it doesn't get stolen' and all those other help helpful tips. Mario was just glad to be out of his mother's grip and into his old-new' car. He walked to the nice black Grand Tortoni in which his parents got him for the whole sorry-we-are-taking-you-10192091381-miles-away-from-home present. Of course, Mario didn't have his driver's license until only two days ago but his parent got him the car anyways.


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B E P R E P A R E D - - - I'll turn your world upside down.

xxGustav woke up that morning with a swelling head ache from the annoying beeping alarm. "WHAT!" He yelled, violently throwing the black machine against the wall. "This is dumb." He moaned and flipped over his sheets attempting to go back to bed. That didn't last long because shortly after that his father came bursting in dramatically through the door. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE! WHY DO I HEAR BANGING NOISES! That little b*****d!" He yelled. His voice traveled through the house echoing loudly. He stomped over to the bed looking around to see anything weird but all he saw was the small alarm clock on the floor. "We buy him so many things and this is what that boy does to thank us." His father made motion to kick the box until he saw the movement under the jet black sheet that covered Gustav's body.

xx"Dad, chill." Gustav screamed over his father's voice. He threw off his sheets. "What were you doing at my door anyways." Gustav snapped. His father crossed his arms. "What was a banging sound." He demanded. "I threw my alarm clock dad." His father looked at the floor. The little black box laid on the floor. It wasn't broken, it just had a large dent in it. "You know if it wasn't for us, you wouldn't have all this nice stuff." His father snapped back. Gustav bit his lip. "OK dad." Gustav stood up. He walked over to the alarm clock and placed it back on his night stand. "I am going to go take a shower now." He announced as he walked over to his wooden drawer. "Don't worry, I'll try to treat the soap and shampoo with as much respect as I can." He murmured as his father walked out of his room. Gustav guess that he didn't hear Gustav's sarcasm or Gustav would have gone through what he liked to call 'father's pity.' During those moments, his father would yell about nothing more then how much he has been through and Gustav's mother to raise a child like Gustav.

xxHis head pounded with step he took. "Oh my gosh, why can't he just leave me alone." He moaned. Finally, he arrived at the end of the hall where the bathroom was. A little girl, about seven years old, opened up the door across the hall from the bathroom. "What was dad yelling for?" She asked rubbing her eyes. "Nothing, Edna, go back to sleep OK? Once you wake up you'll get pancakes." Gustav turned the girl around and gave her a little push back to her room. "OK." She yawned as Gustav slowly shut the door behind her. He turn to face the bathroom.

xxThe only reason he loved being in the bathroom was because his father could never barge in on him and start cursing and other things like that. Gustav only got about three hours in there. One hour in the morning, One at night and multiple little potty breaks now and then. Who spends that much time taking potty breaks? Again Gustav likes to take his dear sweet time and he drinks a little too much water sometimes. He turned the white shower knob and then adjusted the temperate to his liking. Then he did the normal thing: shampoo, rinse, shampoo again, rinse, condition, soap body, then rinse for the final time. It really didn't take any time at all. About twenty minutes would pass and Gustav would be out and looking at himself in the mirror. Sometimes he would take thirty minutes to comb his hair exactly one hundred times. Other times he might steal his sister's straightener and straighten his head but those were days without soccer practice. Today was a day without soccer practice so he started out straightening his hair.

xxTime passed and Gustav was done with his hair. He peeked out the bathroom door and then down the hall. The hall was clear of his father, then he made a one man stampede for his door. He made it without being seen and lucky he made it without making to much noise. "My father would just think it was one of the kids." He whispered to himself as he sat on his bed with just a pair of jeans on and no shirt. He looked over at his phone and saw that there was an event on the phone. "OH NO! THERE IS A TOURNAMENT TODAY!" He yelled. He fell off his bed and then over to his drawer again. He pulled out a shirt undershirt along with an over shirt. Quickly he put them on and raced out the door. He grabbed a pair of keys and his wallet. "I'll be back later!" He shouted. Then he ran back inside to grab his phone. He got to the game with one hour to spare. "Wait a second. My little sister was playing with my phone again." Gustav set the time back to where it was suppose to be. "Great now I have an hour to kill." He said staring at his phone.




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Alcée woke. He shot up and realized that he was sweating. Looking around, the dark room started to close in on him. "What the hell?" He shouted and then the door to his room swung open. His head turned to see what was going on. "My dear Alcée, are you alright?" Said a deep strong voice. This belong to his older brother Amadour. "I heard your yell, tell me what has happened." He demanded. "Nothing but a bad dream." Alcée replied. "Please, my brother, go back to get your rest." Amadour stood at the door and walked in. "Was it about mother?" He asked ignoring Alcée's request. Alcée stared at the foot of the bed. It seems that he dreamed about her every day since she passed away. "Yes, I haven't dreamed of anything else." Alcée said with a sigh. Amadour walked over to his side. "Do not worry my brother. I will protect you." Amadour's strong arm wrapped itself around Alcée muscular but skinny body. "Brother, you are ill. And you know of my powers. You must go rest.

Finally, Amadour followed his younger brother's direction and left Alcée's room. He lightly closed the heavy wooden door behind him. Alcée returned to his position on the bed where he was before Amadour came in. He sat, staring at the plain ceiling. Usually his mother would come in a genitally stroke his jet black hair telling him about how the sun would shine just for him. A tear ran down his thin pale face. 'I love you." He whispered. His mind flashed back to the day that his mother passed away. "I wish I knew." He whispered again. His mother had been ill for a long time but he didn't know until three days before her dieing. She never told him. She was scared that both him and Amadour would be to worried about her. He felt his heart sing and his stomach growl. He hadn't eaten a suitable meal since his mother's burial.

After a while Alcée arose from his bed and other to his dresser. "It was all his fault." He said. With an angry fist, he pounded the dresser. "She long for him everyday. And he never wrote." Alcée shouted as hot tears raced down his cheeks. He felt onto the ground. "I hate my father." His voice cracked because of his sniffs. He stood up from the hard floor and then opened his dresser. He pulled out a set of cloths. He went for a bathe in the river and came out. He put the set of cloths on and walked back to the house. Amadour had already left to work. "Time to get to work." He said.

He work cleaning the house. He polished everything and anything, just as his mother did. Along with that he also cook a meal. The meal was small. He filled a pitcher with water and pulled two glasses. He chopped up some home grown carrot which he had picked the day before. As he chopped he heard some commotion going on outside. He stopped his work and step out the front door. A women by the name of Edna was running in her dress down the dirt road. "Alcée! Alcée! Alcée!" She yelled. "I am here madame!" He answered. "What do you want?" The women soon made it to the small wooden house. "Young boy, where is your older brother." Edna said through her heavy breath. "Madame, my brother is at work. It has been like that since the passing of our mother." He answer with a soft kind voice. "Young boy how old are you?" She said with widen eyes. 'Seventeen years my good lady." Alcée smiled. "Please do not worry. I am safe." He let out a small sigh. 'What has happened for you to be here?"

'The good king has died." Silence fell. Alcée looked at the ground. "How long ago?" Alcée said with a shaky voice. "Not to long. The funeral shall be held next week." Alcéee nodded. "My brother and I shall attend. Do you mind if we were to be with you?" Alcée asked with a smile. The women said yes and then was on her way to tell the neighbors. Alcée went back to his work in the kitchen and thought of two people. His mother and the good king. The king had been go to them. Never did the king do anything to anger the people of his kingdom. Even if he did do something that was negative toward the people there was always a good reason. The soup he had was a little bitter that night. Once Amadour got home, Alcée informed him. "Yes, the mill is taking the day off as well. I don't not see a reason we shouldn't go." The week was slow but finally it was time to attend the funeral.

They got there as soon as they arrived, the speeches started. None of them interested Alcée until the crowned prince stood on the deck. Alcée's mouth hung open. He smiles at him. "Wow." Alcée blushed and then looked away. Then he caught the eye of a strange man standing on the side dressed in black. Soon his eyes widened. The man pulled out an arrow and shot the prince. The prince fell. The man rushed onto the desk to grab the prince but Alcée had something different planed. He jumped onto the deck and tackled the man. The man then turned into a fierce dragon. This didn't scare Alcée because he did the same. People stare with mouths open as Alcée charged the man into the ground turning him back into a human. Human guards passed him to capture the man and bring him to the dungeon or to tree to be hanged. Other then that, Alcée made his escape with Amadour riding on his back. The fly was quick and silent. Alcée landed in front of the house.

It was ok, since nobody was at their home, but they already saw the secert that they hind for so long. "We must pack and leave." Amadour said in a hurry. "Now that they know now exist they will come and hunt us." Amadour's tone wasn't angry which made Alcée happy. They quickly packed the few belongings that they needed and loaded a wagon. Alcée won the agreement about who was going to drive in and soon they were off. Their trip was cut short when they were about to leave the kingdom. Even though it was only a short time after Alcée was revealed the whole kingdom knew about him. Two guards brought both Amadour and Alcée in to the dungeon. They had placed a magic collar around Alcée's neck in so that he would not turn into a violent dragon. "HEY, you know I saved the royal family, shouldn't I get a break or at least some props!" He shouted as the two brother were locked away.

Alcée grunted and moved around. It was said to him that his wagon was confiscated. He sighed. "Knowing our neighbors they probably ratted us out anyway." Alcée snarled. Amadour sighed as well. "Relax my brother. Relax." He said in a soothing voice. "Your actions will be repaid. I promise." He looked around. "Listen bro, I know but dude, this is ridiculous." Alcée shouted. Alcée swung around violent hitting the cage door and then falling on the floor. At the moment the queen walked pass them. Alcée didn't bother to get off the floor. The lady ordered the door be opened. Amadour, who was chained free, tried to hell me off the floor but Alcée didn't want to look at the queen. Finally, he face the rich b***h.

The women was sweet to him. "Please, I ask you." To Alcée's surprise she came down to her knees. "No I beg you. Please, to protect my son." Alcée looked at the women. "Can you please let me out." His voice was monotone. The women nodded and Alcée was released shortly after that. "Yes, I shall do it." Alcée said. "Now what do I get in return other then me not being chained up again." They agreed to Alcée's wants. They were the following things: Amadour could stay in the castle treated with the best medicine and doctors. Also, Alcée stall be free for the rest on his life even though he was a dragon. There were several other small things that Alcée wanted and they were brought to him almost instantly.

Week later was the date he was suppose to meet his 'prince.' "This is going to be fun." He was escorted to a large room. Amadour followed behind closely, he also wanted to meet the prince even though Alcée didn't understand why but Alcée wasn't bothered by his brother. Until his brother started to clean him his face. Now Alcée started to get a little irrated. "You know this really isn't a special. You are going to see him a lot." Alcée moaned. "Yes, but at least look nice." Alcée didn't really dress up for the event, but Amadour did. "Whatever."