KillBoy

Silly Boy

Action - *gunshot*

Thoughts - what's going on?

Normal - I'm so sexy!!!

Narrator - This is it!!!

Mysteries Boy: *Looking at the dead body that was impaled by the katana* You know I was kinda expecting some end of the world villain dialogue or telling about their pathetic dreams that nobody cares about *showing a dumb face*, oh well *looking at the guy with a gunshot wound* Well hello there good sir *respectful bow*. Adam: GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!! Mysteries Boy: Jesus man I was being polite. Adam: *Tries to get up and begins running while limping.* Mysteries Boy: I don't know if you're trying to run or do the stanky leg? Adam: *Gasp* What the hell is going???? Joseph is dead and some boy freak is chasing me with Katanas??? f*****g katanas??? What is this Kung Fu Hustle bullshit!!??? Mysteries Boy: Dude come on just make it easy for yourself and stop running *said while walking towards the limping man.* Adam: How do I know you won't kill me!!!!?? *Shouting from behind a dumpster* Mysteries Boy: I promise I won't, so please come out already. What's your name? Adam: Adam and yours? Mysteries Boy: My name is KillBoy. Adam: Wha-what??? KillBoy: Forget it!! Adam: Why did you kill Joseph!!??? KillBoy: Is this man really asking me that??? Because he was a bad guy Adam!!!!! He tried to kill you!!! Adam: But you could have called the police!!!! KillBoy: You think I'm Batman b***h!!??? He would just come out again!!!!! Adam: It would be the right thing to do!!!! KillBoy: He must think I'm a hero or something

Look Adam I'm not-what are you doing with that gun? Adam: Drop the swords and get on your knees boy *said while pointing a gun at the boy* KillBoy: *Sighs* why does this have to happen everytime *muttered* that's not going to happen Adam!!! Adam: Then you'll die!!! KillBoy: Not unless you die first. Adam: Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! *Shooting with the gun* KillBoy: SPINJUTSU!!!!!! *Starts spinning with the two swords* Adam: The fu-spoof

Narrator: He didn't have the chance to comment as his head was cut off. KillBoy: Woooooooo that was intense!!!! *said while looking at Adams dead body* welp time to go home but first I have to get rid of this cloth-Oh hi!!!!! Yeah you I'm talking to the audience, how are you I hope you're doing well cause I am. Well I hope you enjoy my life and how I'm living in this f****d up world full of vampires and wolfs and witches and all type of s**t. Okay I got to go now bye!!!!!!!

4 years later!!!!!!

17 January 2005

??? Pov

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in

Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet

lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a

near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the

United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother

escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks.

I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. Thank God my Best friend came with me to keep me company, he's the only one who can make my boring life interesting *she said smiling while looking at a raging Boy talking to his phone next to her* ???: Why the hell his this b***h going to next island if we are supposed to stay on this island!!!!! Does he know how to play PUBG!!!!!! ??? mom: Ryan stop raging, it's just a game *she said while looking at a boy with a black blindfold over his eyes with brown white hair yelling at his phone* Ryan: Sorry ma'am*he said while smiling* ???: Bella," my mom said to me — the last of a thousand times — before I got on the plane. Bella's mom: "You don't have to do this."

My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…

"I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it

sounded almost convincing now.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll come right back as soon as you need me. And besides you have Ryan with you *as both of them see the boy shouting at his phone*

I smiled but I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then Ryan and I got on the plane, and she was gone.

It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about. But hopefully Ryan can irritate him or just keep him busy.