Mercury. I have 21 reads last I checked. I don't know if that is how many people have read my book or how many times they have read it. Please inform this uneducated person (I was going to say something other than 'person' but this is my first book) in the comments. Also, what does voting on my story do?
I was a little worried about where I was going to sleep tonight. But that didn't matter. What does matter is that I find a way to get off this planet and kill my father. You may think that that is a little overdramatic. But he has taken everything away from me. Earth, my title, my teddy bear (Still very very salty about that), and even that annoying little girl. So he must die.
Over the night I traveled all the way to London. I went on a boat and then a train. Why am I here? To sleep and then see the queen. I don't have any other secret talent you need to know. Moving on.
I stood at the base of Big Ben looking up at it. This is a very big clock. Almost as big as Jupiter's ego. He's an idiot. But I miss him so much. I miss them all. They'll thank me when he's dead. Will they? Did they ever love you? Shut up. When I kill him maybe I'll get to be a planet again. I feel very uncomfortable with all the people walking around me. I mean really people, it's two in the morning. A strange-looking man walks up to me. He is wearing a sketchy jacket and a dark hat. So a typical criminal.
"Hey, want to come back to my place?"He says with a heavy British accent.
"That is a little forward. Don't you think?" I say.
"Is that a no?" he asks. I nod my head in response.
"Come on baby. Just a little fun," He says as he grabs me. I try to pull away but he's got me in a tight grab.
"Let me go," I say as he starts to pull me in a direction I'm guessing is where he lives. When he doesn't let me go I start to panic. My dad took my gifts. What am I going to do? But then I decide to play along just to get a place to sleep.
"Okay, let's go," I say and grab his butt.
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When we get back to his apartment, he pushes me up against a wall and kisses me aggressively. I push him back. Give him a sweet look. Then punch him in the face.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" He screams as he tries to get up. But too late does he get it because I was already there. I kick him in the groin. He screams and falls back down.
"You'll regret this," He says, still laying on the ground.
"I don't think I will," I say back and kick him again... and again, and again. Over and over and over. Until I finally say enough. I kneel down next to his head. But get on his back instead. I grab hold of his head. Lift it up to eye level. He groans. I twist it fast to the left and then again to the right. Blood seeps out of his mouth.
I think I'll take the bed. Oh, My God.
"Jesus?" In front of me stood a tall man named Jesus.
"You shouldn't have done that Pluto," he says.
"I know," I reply.
"Why did you do it?"
"Because I needed somewhere to sleep," I answer.
"That is not why. You know it. And I know it," He said.
"Why are you here?" I deflect.
"Why are you here?" He deflects back.
"I was banished," I answer.
"No, you were not," he said.
"Then why am I here?"
"Because you were running from your responsibility and your grief," He said while maintaining a smug smile.
"Whatever,"
"Not 'Whatever' You just killed a man!" He says.
"He deserved it," I say as I lay down.
"No he did not," He said.
"Look I'm sorry. Okay. He didn't deserve it but neither did I!" I scream at him "What did I do to my father? What did I do that is so bad that he did this!"
His expression softens "Self-pity will get you nowhere. So I will get you somewhere instead."
"Why? You're not my god, "I say.
"Because I care," He said and blew dust toward me. I feel my gifts rush back to me.
"How did you-"
"The belief of the people is more powerful than the powers of a dictator god." He walks towards me and kisses my head. My head falls back to my pillow and I pass out.
I FIGURED IT OUT. But it's a little late now. So I will keep putting the pictures on the top of the chapters. Pluto in London everyone.
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Pluto
FantasyPluto. The dwarf planet was formerly thought to be a planet. But what if Pluto was reimagined? Would she be after revenge for being disowned as a planet? Or would she feel finally liberated from the huge responsibility? Pluto is a goddess of a plan...
