The Alternate Life

Mikey and Olive

Shanette walked down the street. Her brain was filled with hate, pure hate. She was one of the only homophobics left, fortunately. She had a cold heart, her brain filled with hate, she did not know what to do. Ducile Trumpet was still president , lucky for her. She walked down the road, filled with rainbows. Her eyes spotted Tammy, a boy who seemed to look her age. Somehow she just knew: he was like her. 

Tammy was homophobic. He was frustrated. He did not understand that every single person on Earth was different. He saw 2 boys walking down the street. He was disgusted. He ripped the gay flag in front of him. He stormed towards them, and whacked their head. They turned around, with no anger-but with confusion.

"Man, what's wrong with you?!". They walked past, going on with their life. For why did they care about some  stupid homophobic boy? Tammy fell onto his knees, crying. He was so alone, he didn't belong.  Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, recognizing her immediately. A homophobic. Shanette smiled, her eyes giving off the cold red stare; for every homophobic had it. Tammy grinned. He found one of his people.

Before he knew it, Tammy and Shanette were walking down the street, trying to figure out where Docile Trumpet's headquarters were. Maybe- just maybe, they could take over the world. They decided to go to Rainbow Coffee Shop. 

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Olive glanced at Mikey. He was so lucky to have him. He had done so much for him, and he was happier than ever. Olive was not taken away like all the other Muslims were when Ducile Trumpet was elected president. He did not wear the Muslim badge, and with Mikey's help, Olive had gotten an illegal passport. "It's all worth it," Mikey had said.  If someone, anyone, knew: it would be over. Mikey was crazily driving the golf cart on the land Rainbow Coffee Shop owned. They loved traveling the world together, but right now they were in their own hometown, Mali.. MALI was the ship name given to them when they were in their school days, given to them by some crazy girls. They decided to live there shortly after getting married.

Olive looked around. He was smiling so hard that it hurt his face. He glanced over at the Coffee Shop and saw a terrible sight: his childhood bully. Tammy. How did he get here?! He was with some girl, but he knew, he knew it was a homophobic. He could see it in her eyes, those cold, red eyes. His hands started shaking, he could not stand him. He remembered the torture he went there when Mikey wasn't there. Oh, those dark times when Mikey wasn't there. He needed to tell Mikey, but not now! He looked over at Mikey, he had the goofiest grin. "At least I have his smile," Olive thought to himself. Olive didn't need to fake a smile around Mikey, he would tell Mikey about Tammy later tonight. 

It was midnight, Mikey and Olive were walking to their apartment in MALI TownHouses. Man, I love my life, thought Mikey. He looked at Olive, passionately slurping his strawberry-banana ice cream cone. However, Olive could feel his stomach drop. He could not get Tammy out of his head. How did he get here? He had to tell Mikey, and now was the perfect time.

"Mikey.... I need to tell you something." Olive said with tears in his eyes. He could not lose Mikey.             Mikey smiled and put his arm around him. "Don't worry about it. Just tell me!". Olive swallowed his breath, and he couldn't help it. He started crying into his hands. "I--I.... I saw Tammy today." He looked up and saw Mikey's face turn cold. He stopped in his tracks, trying to control his tears. He knew it. He knew Tammy was going to report Olive for being an illegal Muslim. He knew it. 

"Aye.. it's alright. I'm here and there's no need to worry. Come on, let's go home and sleep." Mikey smiled his famous smile, and Olive relaxed. He could always trust him. Arm in arm, they walked home.

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"MIKEY! MIKEY! HELP ME! I DON'T WANT TO GO! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!" Mikey woke up with a start and saw Olive being dragged away by many men in police uniform.