The Lost Kingdom Of Tharusus

The Loosers

I look up to see my white ceiling covered in darkness. Then I look next to me to see my alarm clock. Huh, only 4 am, I rather wouldn't be sleeping noo. When I wake up though I can't go back to sleep, I get the feeling that today was going to be a new start. I don't know why I feel that way it's the same thing everyday. Speaking of everyday he might not be happy, but I have to wake Jesse up. ( Jesse, 13 years old, neighbor since 4 and my best friend ). I walked over to the "morning" machine we call it. How it works is we have tubes connect from my window, to Jessie's. When either of us would wake up we would use it to wake the other person up. I pushed the wooden ball into the tube, as it went to the other side. The ball then fell onto the middle of a tennis racket pulling the handle up while the ball falls into the net. When the end of the tennis racket goes up it pulls a string curing the car to knock down the dominoes, hitting a lever that turns the other persons alarm clock on. After that I would go slightly over to the right and pull the pulley string, causing a cardboard box to come strait at me. What we did was we would write notes to each other then fold them and put it in the box. After the alarm clock went off Jesse woke up to see me waving in the window to him and the brown box on his side. I watched as he slowly undid the covers to his bed sheets, turned his alarm clock off and read the note I sent over to him. He opened the box and started to read. The letter said:

Dear, Jesse
I'm sorry I woke you up so early but I couldn't go back to sleep and I wanted someone to talk to. Since my dad is at work there's no else but Juan my pet Caterpillar. So after your done getting ready want to come over before we walk to school together. I can make our favorite, peanut butter toast. Ps. I have bananas and strawberries to make faces on them.

I knew he was done reading when he looked up with a smile on his face. Jesse looks a lot like me, when we were in public once someone thought we were siblings. Jessie had brown eyes with fawn hair a little darker than mine and bright pink lips. The only difference between us was my hair has natural blonde highlights, I have bright blue eyes and freckles on my cheeks and nose. Although in my perspective we look nothing alike. Before I knew it I got the box back filled with a new piece of paper. The letter read:

Dear, Rebecca
I'm holding you to that offer on the toast and I will be at your house in a hour. Ps. We're running out of ideas for faces made just with strawberries and bananas.

I laughed at his comment, but it was true you can only make so many different faces with just two fruits.
After I took a shower and just thought, thought about life and what I wanted to do with it. I was turning 14 this fall and I will being going to high school this year. So far my only profesión i have thought about is art. I don't know why I find it so interesting but it just calms me and makes me feel whole. After the shower I got dressed and ended up throwing on a jean skirt and striped blue top. After that I braided my hair into two braids and threw my notes in my backpack. I didn't wear makeup like the other girls then again I didn't dress like them either. Me and my dad lived on the outskirts of a big town populated by 4,000 people. My dad works two jobs so I'm mostly home alone, my mom died when I was 5 from a sickness we moved here because there were better hospitals. Even the best hospitals couldn't save her. Other than the pictures around the house o wear a bracelet and necklace she gave me before she died. The necklace was hers however because we couldn't afford a grave we cremated her so now I wear both and when I miss her I put them together and try to remember her. Thanks to Jesse I don't think I would be the same person if he wasn't here for me everyday. After toast faces we headed out walking to school. We always left an hour early because school was over 2 miles away. We could take the bus but last time our homework got thrown out the window and when we rode our bikes they took a hammer and destroyed them. We don't know what we did, and why they hate us. My dad just says it's because there jealous but that only worked when I was 6. Me and Jesse were top students we had an A in every class and are test scores are almost always 100%. When we got to school it was the same as usual still stuck with my stereotypical classmates. But of course in every school including middle school you have ranks and groups. You have the jocks, the populars, the bad boys, the nerds and geeks, the drama society, the bookies, the Artie's, the class clowns and then me and Jesse. I opened my locker and noticed a note, I already knew though it wasn't the kind of note to wait for for your grandmother to send you with a kiss on top of it. It was the kind of note that reminded you that school is hell. When I went to open it to read it Jesse grabbed from my hand and said," No Bec you cant read this, you know it will just tear you apart". He looked at me with worried eyes, as I told him, " don't worry Jesse I will be fine". He slowly handed over the paper as my anxiousness got worse what did it say. I opened it wondering why he didn't want me to see it but as soon as I saw the paper I knew why. The paper said:
To looser number 1 with a capital L and her boyfriend. You make think your so special and smart but you really ain't your just a *fucking* whore who will never have any friends because no one will ever love you, that's why your mom died so she could get away from you.
As I read this I notice a tear come down my eye and a few laughs from behind me. Jesse hugged me as I stood on the Verge of crying. I don't care if people are watching us I don't care if there laughing at me or make jokes that me and Jesse are a thing. There right though we are a thing, we are best friends and I am so I happy I have him right now so I don't care what people are thinking right now. Now I just want time to stop so me and Jesse didn't have to stop hugging.