segundo part to my story 'Shift' about a young girl with a huge change in her abnormal life. She has más of a boy attitude then a girl's! Will her attitude change if she actually turned into a boy? Find out in this part of my story 'Shift'. Have fun reading, comment, and fan. Thanks!
Recap
I woke up feeling a bit dizzy. My head felt like someone kept spinning me in a circulo, círculo for hours. I close my eyes and lay my head on the grass.
“What the hell--?” I start to pregunta myself, but then I realize my voice is a lot deeper then before I jumped the fence. I hold my hand in front of my face, it’s longer and the finger nails aren’t long at all. It looks más rough and calloused. Like a guy’s hand…
I stand up, realizing that I was taller. I look down at my chest, it was completely flat, yet muscular. My torso’s longer too! So are my legs!
“Whaa--?” I say again.
“Am I a guy now?” I ask myself, afraid to know the answer.
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“You sure are, Mary!” Somebody says from behind the árbol I was by. My eyes grew wide and I half panicked.
“Who’s there?” I say softly, cautiously. I get into a boxing stance, putting my fists up and bending my knees.
Then I see a small boy come out from behind the tree, he looks to be about seven years old. He has blonde hair and brown eyes just like me. His hair is scraggly, with parts sticking up everywhere. He was covered in dirt and he was wearing a black long sleeve camisa, camiseta that hugged his little body. It went down to his knees like a dress. He wasn’t wearing any pants either… He had little brown cat ears on his head and a long brown tail with a white tip coming from behind him. He looked like an orphan kid that was really good at cosplaying…
I blink a couple of times and rub my eyes. Was this really happening? Who is this kid?
He smiled a really cute smile and held his hands up like a cat then said
“Nyaa!”
“Wha--?” I say. Then the kid sits down, so I do too. We both sit cruzar, cruz legged on the césped, hierba por the tree.
“So, let me ask you… who… o what are you?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.
“I’m your twin.” He says happily, smiling.
“What? My twin?” I pregunta looking the boy over again and again.
“Yep. I’ve lived inside of you, looking through your eyes until now. tu finally let me out!” The young boy said, again cheerfully.
I made a really confused expression then shook my head. Apparently, I have a twin, he’s a cat… and he looks like he’s se--
“You can’t be my twin! You’re like seven! Aren’t you?” I ponder the entire situation, making my head hurt.
“Hey! That’s not funny! I’m the same age as you, I’m just really small!” He yells in my face. My eyes get wide and so does his. Then sits back down and flattens his shirt.
“You’re fifteen too?” I question, using my hand to mover his head around. He has a really annoyed expression on his face but I continue to look at him.
“Yes! Let me explain some things!” He says agitatedly, slapping my hand away.
“Fine.” I sit back using my hands to keep me up.
“Alrighty. I’m your twin, not really a twin like a human would think of but más like your soul. I am tu and tu are me. Yet, we are separate people and we each have our own pain. Now we do, but all the other’s are still connected with their twins. Before, whenever tu got hurt so did I, but not anymore! Oh, right, now that I’m separated from you, I’m a real person, so… I kind of need tu to take care of me, please?” He explains. He throws his hands up when he’s done, still smiling.
I take everything in, the entire situation… store it in my brain and force the rational part of me to accept what’s in front of me. So this little kid is me…? But he’s a boy…
“But, you’re a boy, so how can tu be me?” I question.
“What are tu talking about? You’re a boy too!” He screams then shakes me like crazy.
“Oh, right… But, I was a girl before, why am I a boy now?” I yell at him, bonking him on the head between his cat ears.
“Not sure, but I’ve always been a boy, that’s why I didn’t understand why tu were born a girl.” He says rubbing his head where I hit him.
I sigh, then I get up on my feet, the boy does the same.
“Say what’s your name?” I ask, looking at the árbol behind him.
“Name? I don’t have one, tu haven’t dado me one yet.” He says putting his little hand to his chin.
“Oh, really? Well then let’s call you…” I think about it for a few minutes, then I finally come up with one.
“Tye! How about that? Do tu like that name?” I ask him enthusiastically.
“Sure.” He smiles, but then his mouth forms an o and his eyes widen. “Oh yeah, um will tu excuse me for a moment?” He says, actuación like he has to go pee o something.
“Uh, sure.” I say, then lean against the tree, and whistle. Tye jumps back over the fence with my ability and disappears behind the school building.
I wait for about 10 minutos occasionally looking at the new me. I actually looked pretty hot!
“…“
Huh? What am I saying?! Keep it cool… Keep it cool.
Tye comes back, smiling just like always. He hops over the fence then says
“Hello again. Oh por the way, I had to erase the memory of ‘Mary’ because she no longer exists so no one will know you, not even your parents. I’m really sorry.” His hangs his head low, his cat ears twitching.
At first… I’m angry, but then I realized, it’s not like my parents cared about me anyway. And I bet I could make some new friends at school.
All my parents did was drink, party, and not pay the bills. They didn’t even acknowledge me, what so ever. It’s like I was an outcast in my own family. I’ve learned to live with it though. I got a part time job at 7 eleven and I pay for my own clothes and food. I’ve never thought of my parents as parents. They were just people that lived in the same house I did. I’m surprised they even have a house to live in. They’re just pathetic.
I’m kind of glad I’m not forced to be their kid anymore. Ha!
“It’s okay.” I say then I mess up his hair even more.
“Where am I going to take care of tu then, Tye?” I ask, already worried for my new little brother. That’s how I thought of him anyway, a little brother! I’ve always wanted one.
“Not sure… Let’s pretend we’re orphans and walk around see if anyone has the corazón to take us in.” He snickers. He really is my brother! I laugh then knuckle bump with him.
“Hey, I get a new name now, right? I’ve always liked the name Dean, can I be Dean?” I asked excitedly. I need to start actuación like a guy, puh…
“Ha ha! That sounds cool!” He says then claps for me. I pick him up and set him on my shoulders, just like a big brother would… the scene almost made me cry.
Recap
I woke up feeling a bit dizzy. My head felt like someone kept spinning me in a circulo, círculo for hours. I close my eyes and lay my head on the grass.
“What the hell--?” I start to pregunta myself, but then I realize my voice is a lot deeper then before I jumped the fence. I hold my hand in front of my face, it’s longer and the finger nails aren’t long at all. It looks más rough and calloused. Like a guy’s hand…
I stand up, realizing that I was taller. I look down at my chest, it was completely flat, yet muscular. My torso’s longer too! So are my legs!
“Whaa--?” I say again.
“Am I a guy now?” I ask myself, afraid to know the answer.
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“You sure are, Mary!” Somebody says from behind the árbol I was by. My eyes grew wide and I half panicked.
“Who’s there?” I say softly, cautiously. I get into a boxing stance, putting my fists up and bending my knees.
Then I see a small boy come out from behind the tree, he looks to be about seven years old. He has blonde hair and brown eyes just like me. His hair is scraggly, with parts sticking up everywhere. He was covered in dirt and he was wearing a black long sleeve camisa, camiseta that hugged his little body. It went down to his knees like a dress. He wasn’t wearing any pants either… He had little brown cat ears on his head and a long brown tail with a white tip coming from behind him. He looked like an orphan kid that was really good at cosplaying…
I blink a couple of times and rub my eyes. Was this really happening? Who is this kid?
He smiled a really cute smile and held his hands up like a cat then said
“Nyaa!”
“Wha--?” I say. Then the kid sits down, so I do too. We both sit cruzar, cruz legged on the césped, hierba por the tree.
“So, let me ask you… who… o what are you?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.
“I’m your twin.” He says happily, smiling.
“What? My twin?” I pregunta looking the boy over again and again.
“Yep. I’ve lived inside of you, looking through your eyes until now. tu finally let me out!” The young boy said, again cheerfully.
I made a really confused expression then shook my head. Apparently, I have a twin, he’s a cat… and he looks like he’s se--
“You can’t be my twin! You’re like seven! Aren’t you?” I ponder the entire situation, making my head hurt.
“Hey! That’s not funny! I’m the same age as you, I’m just really small!” He yells in my face. My eyes get wide and so does his. Then sits back down and flattens his shirt.
“You’re fifteen too?” I question, using my hand to mover his head around. He has a really annoyed expression on his face but I continue to look at him.
“Yes! Let me explain some things!” He says agitatedly, slapping my hand away.
“Fine.” I sit back using my hands to keep me up.
“Alrighty. I’m your twin, not really a twin like a human would think of but más like your soul. I am tu and tu are me. Yet, we are separate people and we each have our own pain. Now we do, but all the other’s are still connected with their twins. Before, whenever tu got hurt so did I, but not anymore! Oh, right, now that I’m separated from you, I’m a real person, so… I kind of need tu to take care of me, please?” He explains. He throws his hands up when he’s done, still smiling.
I take everything in, the entire situation… store it in my brain and force the rational part of me to accept what’s in front of me. So this little kid is me…? But he’s a boy…
“But, you’re a boy, so how can tu be me?” I question.
“What are tu talking about? You’re a boy too!” He screams then shakes me like crazy.
“Oh, right… But, I was a girl before, why am I a boy now?” I yell at him, bonking him on the head between his cat ears.
“Not sure, but I’ve always been a boy, that’s why I didn’t understand why tu were born a girl.” He says rubbing his head where I hit him.
I sigh, then I get up on my feet, the boy does the same.
“Say what’s your name?” I ask, looking at the árbol behind him.
“Name? I don’t have one, tu haven’t dado me one yet.” He says putting his little hand to his chin.
“Oh, really? Well then let’s call you…” I think about it for a few minutes, then I finally come up with one.
“Tye! How about that? Do tu like that name?” I ask him enthusiastically.
“Sure.” He smiles, but then his mouth forms an o and his eyes widen. “Oh yeah, um will tu excuse me for a moment?” He says, actuación like he has to go pee o something.
“Uh, sure.” I say, then lean against the tree, and whistle. Tye jumps back over the fence with my ability and disappears behind the school building.
I wait for about 10 minutos occasionally looking at the new me. I actually looked pretty hot!
“…“
Huh? What am I saying?! Keep it cool… Keep it cool.
Tye comes back, smiling just like always. He hops over the fence then says
“Hello again. Oh por the way, I had to erase the memory of ‘Mary’ because she no longer exists so no one will know you, not even your parents. I’m really sorry.” His hangs his head low, his cat ears twitching.
At first… I’m angry, but then I realized, it’s not like my parents cared about me anyway. And I bet I could make some new friends at school.
All my parents did was drink, party, and not pay the bills. They didn’t even acknowledge me, what so ever. It’s like I was an outcast in my own family. I’ve learned to live with it though. I got a part time job at 7 eleven and I pay for my own clothes and food. I’ve never thought of my parents as parents. They were just people that lived in the same house I did. I’m surprised they even have a house to live in. They’re just pathetic.
I’m kind of glad I’m not forced to be their kid anymore. Ha!
“It’s okay.” I say then I mess up his hair even more.
“Where am I going to take care of tu then, Tye?” I ask, already worried for my new little brother. That’s how I thought of him anyway, a little brother! I’ve always wanted one.
“Not sure… Let’s pretend we’re orphans and walk around see if anyone has the corazón to take us in.” He snickers. He really is my brother! I laugh then knuckle bump with him.
“Hey, I get a new name now, right? I’ve always liked the name Dean, can I be Dean?” I asked excitedly. I need to start actuación like a guy, puh…
“Ha ha! That sounds cool!” He says then claps for me. I pick him up and set him on my shoulders, just like a big brother would… the scene almost made me cry.
I'm setting here looking at a paused televisión screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be o are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do tu think about this journal entry that i just wrote tu need to think about what i dicho and give me your best anwsers that tu can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be o are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do tu think about this journal entry that i just wrote tu need to think about what i dicho and give me your best anwsers that tu can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
por an old friend
por an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed por my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
por an old friend
por an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed por my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale o some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life o the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life o changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at tu for years. but, sometimes i can taste how amargo, amargos i've become...& its más then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what tu DO with the gift of life, that determends who tu are. the pain tu feel...its normal. let it go.
tu think?
yes. tu need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
tu can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what tu DO with the gift of life, that determends who tu are. the pain tu feel...its normal. let it go.
tu think?
yes. tu need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
tu can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...