Cory in the House: Trials of the Earth (Season 1)

Life's a Chore

It was a relatively normal day in Washington DC, the grass was green on the white house lawn, people were talking, birds were singing. Everything was calm and peaceful. Cory, a black male, was walking down the street toward the white house, without a care in the world. He was thinking about a girl he saw earlier, a mysterious girl with strange hair. She had helped him get out of a garbage can he had been thrown into by "the boys." 'Her blue tinted skin was the best thing about her,' thought Cory as he walked along.

Not paying attention, Cory walked right into the road. For the most part, he avoided traffic, but then, out of nowhere, a bus swerved into his lane. He jumped away, narrowly missing getting hit by the bus and rolled on the pavement, doing a cool (to him) ninja move.

"Sorry," Cory yelled at the bus driver, who was honking over and over again. Cory Baxter walked away, the driver still honking, and entered the white house garden. The garden was only filled with a few trees, as the president passed a law banning all plants other than trees.

"Ayo, look out, it's da core man!" Chad, Cory's "street" friend shouted as he entered the garden, "He finna bring out da dawgs."

Cory tipped his hat at Chad, not knowing what he just said, and entered the house, walking over to his friend, Newt. Newt was a simple man, he acted cool but had never had a girlfriend and was actually afraid of talking to girls. He spent most of his days within the boundaries of his room (room is generous, it's more of a coat closet) thinking about where it went wrong.

"Did you hear, man?" Newt said as Cory walked up.

"No, what do you mean?" Cory replied.

"They replaced your dad with some Italian guy, man!"

"What? What happened to my dad?"

"He's now the head of the garbage crew, they couldn't fire him because he had a contract, man"

Cory sighed and angrily walked away, leaving Newt in his dust, crying for mercy for his horrible life. Cory walked right into the kitchen, pushing through the many people dressed as chefs and walked up the manager, Luigi Mussolini.

"Ah... Itsa you, look everybody, it is the old chief's son, Cerry!" Luigi smiled upon him, holding his fingers in an 'ok' sign.

"I don't want to hear it, pasta boy, get my dad back."

"Ayy, but it is not so simple yes?, I tell you, many times I tell president, 'this job is not for my taking,' but he tell me to go back to work, so I work, I work hard and all I can say is I am sorry, no?"

"I didn't understand a word you just said," Cory said, starting to cry, "I-I'm going!"

Luigi turned to his intern, wife, partner, and former boss at the olive oil rig, "I tell you, these kids in America are all raiseda in terrebull homes, no self respect. We shoulda stayed in Italia!"

Cory ran out the door and into the night blindly running through the streets while sobbing. The streets were empty, a curfew had been made for the town of Washington DC, he was breaking the law. Cory sat on a bench, contemplating his terrible existence. He heard a loud noise from an alleyway nearby. Out of the darkness came his street friends, "the boys," among them was Chad. They came up to Cory and taunted him, calling him a stupid crybaby.

"You a cry baby, loosa"

"You neva'll hold a job"

"You be running out of school, Core!"

"S-stop you c-cyber bullies!" Cory cried.

They stopped as a blue blur slashed their pinky fingers, cutting all of them in two. Simultaneously, "the boys" cried out as their pinkies fell off, or half of them, for that matter. Quickly they ran away, only to be replaced by a familiar blue faced girl with weird hair.

"Wow, thanks," Cory said as he stared at her.

"Hehe, no problem, chosen one," the girl smiled at him, not in a romantic way because no one likes Cory in that way, but in a nice way.

"W-what do you mean by that??"

"You have been chosen to liberate this world, Cory."

"By who?" Cory scratched his head.

"The stars have spoken, they say: Upon the moon the fire burns, but fear not don't empty urns, the hero Cory reigns in DC, go to him, he'll set man free."

"Wow, that's nice poetry, you're really good at that"

"Hehe, don't flirt with me you creep."

"Sorry," Cory blushed.

"I am here to help you with your quest, but- oh nevermind..."

"Alright, I'll meet you here tomorrow to go over things, bye- uh, what's your name?"

"Oh yes, that would be Xerath"

"Ok, bye Xerath!" Cory picked up the bits of pinky left over on the ground and ran off back to the white house, occasionally skipping.

Xerath opened a hologram and began speaking in hushed tones with her commander, Xerath.

"Xerath, report!" Xerath yelled at Xerath.

"I have made contact with the boy, he knows that he is the chosen one."

"Good, does he know the sacrifice he must make?"

"No, I- I hesitated to tell him that..."

"He must know, don't put it off, Xerath"

"Yes sir, Xerath, I'm sorry," Xerath said, saluting.

"At ease, report next week, I have Russian soap operas to catch up with."

"Yes sir," she closed her hologram, looking toward the moon, her green hair flowing through the wind, "the sacrifice... I'm sorry Cory, but I can't tell you..."