Rise of the Guardians 2

Chapter 27

This story begins with two best friends. One, a young boy named Once-ler, whose only want was his family's love. The other was a young girl named Breanna, called Breeze, who had not a friend in the world. Fate had them meet at a young age and from that moment onward they were inseparable.

The Once-ler tolerated Breanna's mischievousness and even joined her in the pranks she pulled.(Though he regretted it later) Breeze listened to all of the Once-ler's invention ideas, even the ones that were ludacris.

On his 12 birthday, Breanna bought Once-ler a guitar, second hand, and it was something she regretted at times. He had always loved music and was ecstatic at receiving it. He couldn't afford lessons so he taught himself.(It took him three years of playing, before he could play in front of Breeze without her putting earmuffs of.)

Once had the idea first. He wanted to make something that was something that everyone needed. I came up with the name: Thneed, from the words THings NEEDed. It was a project that both of us worked on, but it was and would always be The Once-ler's. It was finally completed at the end of senior year of high school and Once and I decided to leave our homes and sell the Thneed. We both were very poor and had no car, only Melvin, Once's mule, and a wagon. I waited in the wagon as Once said goodbye to his family.

"Well, here I go, Mom" He said "I'm off to change to world with my Thneed. I'm actually doing it!"

"Now, remember, Oncie " Isabella(Once-ler's mom) said "If somehow your invention turns out to be a failure instead of a success...Well that wouldn't surprise me at all" She broke into laughter that spread to the rest of his family. Did I mention I hated her. I hated all of them, but her most of all.

"Hey nice wheel's" Brett(or was it Chett? I could never tell them apart) said and punched Once in the arm. "Burn" Mevin then kicked him.

"Yeah" Once said rolling his eyes "Burn. Well I'm going to prove you all wrong. Come on, Melvin" He shook the reins and we left in search of the perfect material for the Thneed. We searched everywhere. I keep saying that we could just use regular material like cotton or wool, but he insisted that it needed to be made out of something special.

Four weeks later, we had still had absolutely no success. The wagon was rolling along, I was staring aimlessly in the distance and Once was playing his guitar.

"Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Op-bop-bop-da-bop-doh. Going off to make a thneed.

"I've got a cramp in my back, and another cramp in my right rump cheek... Melvin, you and I will have separate grandchildren and we will say to them-Breeze, look I'm playing my guitar upside down."

I sighed and glanced over at him. He had the guitar on the back of his head and was strumming it.

"Don't look at me like that, its something to do. Ahem, oh wait I forgot the words...na-na-na-naaaaaaa"

"You ever think REALLLLLLY hard about boredom?" I said. He stopped singing randomly, which was a relief, until he began to strum.

"Is that annoying?"He strummed again

"Is that annoying...?" and again

"Is this annoying?" and again. Thankfully something in the sky caught his attention and stopped and began to sing

"Look its some circling birds, I bet you that they're going to eat our corpses. And then the worms will crawl out of the ground. And then some other little critter is going to make furniture out of our bones...and sit on it...and have lovely dinners...ANNND THIS WHOLE THING WILL BE A DISASTER NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA-NA....HAAAAANANANANANANANANANAAAAA" This went on for a while before he trailed in silence and I was able to get some sleep.