myOtaku.com: GhostHero

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Vitals

Birthday
• 1990-12-26
Gender
• Male
Location
• PA
Member Since
• 2004-06-21
Occupation
• school
Real Name
• David

Personal

Achievements
• I get straight A's...
Anime Fan Since
• Way back when
Favorite Anime
• Full Metal Alchemist, Wolf's Rain, DBZ/GT, Inuyasha, GGundam, and Saiyuki. Great shows.
Goals
• I plan on being the U.S.A.'s first black President, trust me, I could do it. Or to make the world's first VRMMORPG, or virtual reality massive multiplayer online roleplaying game. It'll be big.
Hobbies
• Writing, drawing anime, football, video games,power lifting, and hangin with the homeboyz.
Talents
• Resourceful, and strong. I also get into a lot of trouble trying to be brave.

myOtaku.com: GhostHero

Thursday, September 2, 2004

Here Is The Rest Of The Prologue
Out the window he went, down the gutter drain. Past the window, onto the front yard. Up the street, on his bike. Turn left, go straight. Turn right, and there it was. The biggest, nicest house in the Upper-Class section. A nice mowed lawn, four, maybe five bedrooms. Three stories, not including basement. Nice 04' Jag out front. This is the kind of house Dean dreamt about, the kind he would get when he was older. a nice house. "Ryan Portalla's house." Dean said, impressed as always. Despite there differences Ryan and Dean had been friends for quite a while, ever since Kindergarden. I mean, Dean's black, fat, and poor. Ryan was skinny, white, and pretty rich. It was just something about Ryan, he could get along with almost anybody, Dean thought. Anybody..
Tap...tap...tap. Dean was throwing small stones at the window he knew as Ryan's. tap..TAP! Alittle bit to much fire in that one, thought Dean, ain't trying to get arrested. "Who's out there?!" Ryan's voice. "It's me!" Dean whispered, struggling from the pain in his jaw. "Come out here for a minute." Dean knew he could count on Ryan. "Dean? It's three in the morning!" Ryan said. "C'mon, sissy!" Dean coaxed jokingly but serious. "Oh, alright, punk. Wait till' I get down there.." Ryan went on mumbling and talking fake smack. He met Dean around back, on the porch. "What is it?" He said, blonde hair messy, eyes have closed revealing a little blue. his eyes then snapped open when he saw Dean's face, the blood till coming, slowly, but constant. "What the Hell... Who did this to you!? C'mon, let's go get 'em!" Ryan said, being very serious. They never liked to see each other hurt. "It was..." Dean started, "It was Paul. But that doesn't matter, cuz I'm running away!" Tears were now flowing freely again down Dean's face. Subconciously he thought that the warm tears felt god against the cold Novemer wind. "Dean.." Ryan said, "Paul did this to you? You need to tell somebody, they can put him in jail. They can.." Dean interrupted him. "Sure, but then when he gets out he'll kill us, me and my mom. And if he finds out I told before anything happens.. I'm dead." The tears shifted to tears of anger and frustration. "Listen, I don't know about running away," Ryan said, he always seemed to choose his words very carefully, " But you can crash here for tonigh, or as long as you need." Dean looked at him. "Really? Thanks, but you have to swear to me," Dean looked him right in the eye. "Swear that you'll never tell a soul. Never." Ryan looked at Dean, his exact opposite in ways of appearance. "I'll never tell. I swear." Dean was surprised at his words, but then just smiled. "Thanks Ryan. Your a good friend." Ryan simply smiled and said, "Don't get all mushy on me." they began walking into the house, "besides, what are rich white kids for?" They both laughed themselves to sleep.

Ok, look. Thanks to all of you who sent my comments threw pm. I really wish I could visit your sites. Thanks for still coming to mine, and if there is anything you want to ask me just pm me and I'll be sure to get back to you guys. On other notes, I had my first football game yesterday, but it was more of a scrimmage. They won by the two point conversion, whish we didn't get. My boy Bo in Ohio told me they won both of there games so far, so he was trying to rub it in my face. He's cool though. Well, that's all for me, and I may be able to visit your sites if I get to my friends house today. Or the library, (haven't been thee in a while.) Well, untill then, Peace and Love.

"In the land of the sinner, a killer's mind is a sanctum."
-Eminem

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