Me: :'( my grandpa's still dead
Bubbles: sshh she's very sensitive to it
Brick: to what?
Buttercup: her grandpa died
Boomer: OMFG Your grandpa died!
Me: *goes to cry in emo corner*
Me: TT^TT enjoy
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Wind and snow whipped into Buttercup's face. When it all cleared up you could see...the mayor? He giggled as he floated around. Buttercup gave him a look. "Mayor? What are you doing here?" She asked him. The mayor suddenly stop giggling and floated in one spot. The snow turned black as an angry and serious expression appeared on the mayor's normally laughing goofy face.
"Buttercup, you must change your ways." Said girl blinked at this "What?" "Your attitude is not suitable for such a jolly holiday." Buttercup frowned at this. "Oh you mean Christmas." She spat out the 'distasteful' word. "What if I don't wanna change my ways? ...And why the hell are you floating?" The mayor gave her a serious look. "Buttercup, if you do not change your ways" he said "you will die sad and alone"
Did he just say 'die'? I gave him a weird look. "Mayor, have you taken your meds yet?" I replied to the floating old man...WHY THE FUCK IS HE FLOATING? "To change your ways 3 ghosts will come to you!" His tone in voice deepened and became scary. I fell to the ground in shock of his voice and what he was saying "They are ghosts of past, present, and future! Heed my warning, Buttercup. You may not have much time left."
I shot up from the ground to ask him what he meant. (or why he was floating)I looked around. Everything was back to normal. Except it was dark out. I looked at my alarm clock and it said 11:48. Almost midnight. Sigh. I put on a green T-shirt and black sweat pants then crawled into bed.
I woke up by someone hitting me with something. I opened my eyes just in time to see that it was a red cap. WTF? It hit me in the face again and I yelled "Ok I'm up!" I looked up to see Brick. Well today's full of surprises. I quickly got into defensive mode when he put his hand out to me. "I am the ghost of Christmas past. Come with me so you will relive your time."
I gave him a weird look. "Ok if you're the 'Ghost of Christmas Past' why do you look like Brick?" He smirked. "We can not reveal our true selves to humans, so we transform ourselves to look and act like humans the subject knows." "And how do I know your not lying Brick?" I asked him. He gave an annoyed glare. "Take my hand and I will show you." We stood there in silence. Well if he is lying I get to pound his face into the ground. But if he's not... Letting my curiosity take over, I grabbed his hand. As soon as I did it a smirk crawled onto his face. Uh-oh. Suddenly we flew threw the ceiling but nothing broke. We flew-well HE flew, I was just being dragged along.
Everything around us was white with random colors splashed into it. He made quick turns left and right. "Where are we going!" I yelled to him. He turned to look at my that know-it-all smirk still on his face. "Here." He replied. A house started to materialize from the whiteness. The house looked familiar. Where have I seen it before? Suddenly I remembered as I heard a loud cry of frustration come from behind a bush.
I walked around it to see, well, me! A little me. Holy shit I have a mini me! :D Anyway Mini-me was glaring at the disgrace of a snowman. She looked around the age of 5. "Buttercup come inside the professor made cookies!" An excited high pitched voice yelled from the house. Mini-me's attitude changed completely. She gave the snowman a glare and shot it with her eye beams. "Stupid snowman!" She then ran into the house for cookies. "Well weren't you a violent child." 'Brick' said. "I know" I retorted with a smirk.
A flash of white covered us once again and I saw an older mini-me. She looked about 9. We were inside the house this time. Mini-me had a big frown on her face. "Where is he!?" she said angrily. "Dont worry Buttercup," I slightly tired 7 year old Blossom said "he promised he'd be home this year." I frowned. I remember this. Dad always came home late or not at all. And when he was here he was doing work.
On the couch was a past-out babysitter. The phone rang as hopeful looks lit up the girls faces. "Hello!?" an excited Bubbles said. Out of the receiving end a surprised professor said"Bubbles!? Aren't you supposed to be in bed? What happened to the babysitter?" "We knock da lady out, now where you at!?" Mini-me yelled. A sigh came out of the speaker. "Buttercup, grammar, please."
"Daddy, your coming home, right?" the worried Blossom asked. There was a long pause before a disappointed sigh came from the little Bubbles. "You're not coming, are you?" "...No dear." "We'll, go on! What's your excuse this year!?"
"Buttercup, please?" whispered a surprised Bubbles. Mini-me scoffed then stomped out upstairs. Halfway up the stairs she turned around and yelled "Thanks for another Christmas alone!" loud enough for the professor and all of Townsville to hear.
Then everything faded to white then another scene popped up. I saw a 14 year old me. She was sneaking down the hall towards a staircase. Wait, I remember this. "Brick take me somewhere else. I don't want to remember this." I pleaded. He looked at me with a serious expression. "Then let this memory be a quick one." He disappeared. I was alone with this awful memory. The other me was outside, running down the sidewalk. Even though I didn't want to, I floated next to her the whole time.
She was excited. Running with a small gift, a smile on her face. She stopped running when she got to HIS house. HIM, my first love. HIM, the one who broke me. I hated him. The pig. (not the villain HIM) Josh. The other me went around the back to where she usually could go in. He always left the bathroom window open for me when I wanted to come over.
She flew up to the window and climbed in. I quietly walked down the hall clutching the present in a loving manor. Poor girl doesn't know what she got into. She got closer to the slightly open door.( ok this is getting confusing! we'll call her PBC for Past BC) PBC reached out for the door but stopped when she heard a moan erupt from the room. She froze. "Ssh babe. You don't want the whole world to her you." "N-n-no" A female voice trembled. PBC's eyes started to water.
She crushed the box in her hands and let it drop to the ground. She left through the window and pasted by his car. She stopped and quickly turned around to look at his almost brand new corvette. She bent down and picked up a rock. She went over and carved 'Hope she was worth it' on the side and random scratches on the hood. She started to walk away but by the time she reached the end of the driveway, she broke down in tears.
You might be thinking 'So? All he did is cheat on you. Just go kick his ass!' But its not that simple. Just like he's probably doing to that girl. He-he took me. He changed me. Promising me that he'd be there forever. And I let him touch me. I never saw him again.
I wiped tears from my eyes and yelled "Brick! It's finished! Take me home!" White light surrounded me as I heard his voice "The next ghost will come at the stroke of midnight. Sleep well."
Bubbles: OMG Buttercup
Buttercup:...Hey where did BCbabe go?
Blossom: I don't know but she left this letter for the readers 'Dear Readers, I'm sorry that I took so long. I'm don't think I'm gonna finish this by Christmas but I will before the spirit goes away. Love BCbabe. (P.S. can I have some prayers for my grandpa :'( )
Brick: well then...
Boomer: READ AND REVIEW! :D
Everyone else:...*smacks Boomer*
Boomer: OW! what I do?