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posted by tayandkris4evr
 Tye
Tye
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.
posted by EmilyMJFan910
The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

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She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding perrito, cachorro looked straight ahead of him to see...
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posted by Faith-Rulz
Life may be a hard path to walk
but as the years pass tu learn
on how to adapt and face it head on.

Fear of leaving something o someone familiar
to tread somewhere new and foriegn,
but thats the beauty of life
how we see things grow from the earth, the birth of a human life,
animals of the wild struggling for survival
through the ages since the beginning of time.

Where despair fills your soul
you cry for renewal within
it will take deep forgiveness in your heart
to wash away the hurt of betrayal
as it happens forevermore
as long as we continue to fight and hurt each other.

Love bleeds deeply when you...
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posted by IloveMyLord
In this articulo I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of escritura are más enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find escritura is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced o particularly planned manner. If tu find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all tu need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.




I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few segundos of keeping...
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posted by para-scence
"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask tu something?" I sat up on my bed.

"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.

"What's that stuff tu take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do tu mean, Sage?"

"You know, that stuff tu take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My corazón fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Sage. How do tu know about that," I said...
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posted by InvadaMiz
Eleven año old twins Miyu and Nakku have been begging their mother for weeks about checking out the attic, their mother finally dicho yes during week four.The twins raced up the spiral staircase to the attic.They found old toys and books, then Miyu found a small crawl el espacio door.
"Nakku!Nakku!Come here!"Miyu called out to her brother.Nakku ran over and saw the door she pointed at.
"Let's see what's inside Miyu."Nakku suggested, Miyu nodded rapidly and reached for the door.Nakku grabbed her hand, then looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miyu, let me open it first."Nakku said.He yanked the door open,...
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posted by PeterPansgirl12
Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen año old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I amor everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I amor her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minuto of everyday, as a ghost....
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posted by werewolflover
Caitlin Tresp moved to my small town in Tennessee when we were in fourth grade,which was two years ago.This is her story so far.
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posted by tiny_princess
hiiiiiii 3
this is my very first time to write an articulo here in fanpop
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I`m in amor with escritura poems . In fact , i believe that words can do más . > that`s why my poems are my life !!!
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this is a poem which was written with my hamble keyboard =) hope tu all like it =)

~~ a letter to my dear prince ~~

Dear prince,
I`m tired of living in this unusual life
My diary
Took me to an old distain memory
when I become your wife
I don`t know why ?!!
Every good memory has became whiter then white
Except the día I saw tu
You`re right
Special memories always colored with special liquids
But which kind...
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posted by kateeuy
Alise opened her eyes on a beautiful Thursday morning. As she sat up, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and brushed through her long black hair with the tips of her fingernails. She looked at the time on her IPod dock. “Its 7:30, I’m late” yelled Alise as she jumped out of cama and ran to her wardrobe. She pulled out a white button-up blusa and a green tartan skirt. She opened the drawers underneath and pulled out a pair of black stockings. Alise quickly go dressed and packed her country road bag. She lived at inicial with her aunty, uncle and her cousin Eliza. Eliza rushed downstairs and...
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