As embarrassing as it may seem, I am a 15 year old who watches Fanboy and Chum Chum. However, I enjoy things with a darker twist, not to mention yoai. And come on 'Excuse Me' screamed Fankyle.

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Therefore, I now give you...


"This ain't the garden of eden
There ain't no angels above
And things ain't like what they used to be
And this ain't the summer of love" ~ Blue Oyster Cult 'This ain't the Summer of Love'

"Those ninnies! I can actually feel my I.Q. dropping by just being around them! Oh, how I detest them." the young wizard stormed out of the front doors of the school, his nails dug into the cover of the book at his side. He could taste blood on his tongue as he rubbed his lower lip against the rough metal of his braces.

"Take it easy! You're bending my spine!" the book shouted out from the preteen's side.

"Sorry, Necrocomicon. At least I can be thankful that the school year is over. Now I might actually be able to focus on real learning. Although I doubt that would stop Fanboy and Chum Chum from ruining my vacation from them." The rolled his eyes at the thought, turning the corner. He could just as easily transport, that is, if he ever had the chance to study.

"Ah, yes real learning, a summer of changes is coming. Maybe you'll finally decide what you really want or you'll finally come to your senses." the book muttered, jolted from the boy's sudden stop.

"What do you mean by that?" he took the book in both hands, looking down at it with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing, other than if you put as much passion into your studying as you do hating those two, you might actually be somewhere or with someone." the last part was almost whispered. A look of boredom on the books face.

"Why do wizards even have talking books to begin with?" Kyle muttered as he started to walk again. The sun was slowly beginning to be blocked out by clouds.

"You still don't get it." The book sighed, trying to decide if it should just give up.

"What's there to get?"

"When was the last time you enjoyed yourself? Besides turning your professor into raspberry flan." Kyle scowled.

"I'm perfectly fine with being alone. Studying is where I find my enjoyment." The book grimaced, 'Why bother if whatever I say goes over his head?'

"Never mind. A summer of passion and everything changes, even if slowly at first. Nothing will be the same."

"I highly doubt that. Since when was a book of the dead able to predict the future?" the wizard scoffed.

"The future is easy...everyone dies and everything crumbles. Why do you think there are so few Necromancers?"

I hate doing introductions. They are so boring, but they slowly bring everything together. The necromancer question will come up again. It makes the whole story, btw it somewhat ironic when he asks since when did a book of the dead predict the future, since that was the purpose of a necromancer. To raise the spirits of the dead so they could tell of the future.

~Crystal Volcheck