You know that one kid who plays all them weird instruments? You know, the one kid that dreams about being married to someone that's already married and dead? Yeah, that one. Well that kids name is Hugo.He has dirty blond hair, he wears band shirts, wears bandanas sometimes, has mostly ripped pants, has blue eyes, and has a big old space right between his teeth. He's that friend that has all the issues like adhd, anger issues, and even issues that don't really exist. Anyway, this kid is weird. Really weird. And your about to hear his story.
It was a cold winter morning in Bakersfield and Hugo was covered in all kinds of blankets.He was having a very nice dream about riding a unicorn across a rainbow, until his mom yelled at him. "GET YOUR FILTHY BUTT OUTTA YO ROOM AND CLEAN UP THIS MESS!" His mom yelled. Hugo turned around in his bed. "DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE YOUNG BOY!" Mother yelled again. He sighed and threw the blankets on the ground, along with a lot of stuffed dragons. He liked to think that the dragons were flying over him as he tried to sleep.
"I'm coming momma..." Hugo yelled, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. He got up to see what "mess" he had in the living room. There were papers everywhere. Music notes, homework, and... posters? There were soda cans, food containers, candy rappers, all next to the trash can, but not in it. He had a dulcimer on the couch, a keyboard on the ground, an ocarina on the computer desk, and a lap harp on the side table.
"Not mine..." Hugo sighed.
"THEN WHOS IS IT?!?!?!?"His mom yelled right in is ear.
"I have no idea..."He said giggling a little.
"YOU THINK ITS FUNNY BOY?"
"Kinda... "Hugo said laughing. His mom smiled and pet his hair. He laughed again and pet his moms hair. His mother giggled a little and walked to the kitchen. She got out a bowl and some cereal from the cupboard. She poured the cereal and asked Hugo if he wanted any milk. He nodded as she closed the cereal box. "What time is it?" Hugo asked as he watched his mom open the refrigerator. "Six-thirty... why you got a date this early in the morning?" His mom said with a grin. "No mommy..." He sighed.
After a big and not so healthy breakfast, it was time to leave for school. Hugo was in Sixth grade, Mr. Bowie's class. The name Bowie reminded him of David Bowie. What a great artist. Hugo also liked other 80s and 70s bands like Tears for Fears, Michael Jackson, and the great guitarist Mick Ronson. Hugo loved the guitar, but found it annoying to hold. Hugo finished washing his bowl, dried it off, and put it in the cupboard.
He started to head to the door when he realised that he needed his backpack. So he turned around and raced to his bedroom. He grabbed his backpack, phone, and earbuds. He then ran towards the door and slammed it behind him. Finally outside, he jumped on his 80s looking bike, plugged his earbuds in, and put on the song Soul Love by David Bowie.
He rode his bike, thinking about each little memory with almost everybody on the block. His favorite memory was when he dressed the neighbors dog up to look like the famous music artist Prince. He even put a fake little guitar on the dogs back. Then he arrived at a crosswalk. Without looking both ways, Hugo crossed.
Out of nowhere there was a slick, hot, funky looking truck going way faster than 60mph. Then BAM!!! Hugo was out. There was now just an 11 year old boy on the ground, not one breath coming out of his body. His white Queen shirt was stained red with blood. His eyes were closed, mouth open, fingers twitching.
He wolk up. It was all black. Not white with clouds like heaven, not red with fire like. you know, just a big black room. There were other people there... Were they people??? They looked like big furry creatures. They had tails with spikes that wagged back and forth, wings like bats or birds flapping and flying, one eyed, three eyed, goat ears, no ears, spikes, slime, people with four arms, people smaller than mice or taller than skyscrapers, and people with pouches. Creepy...
Hugo looked at his own hands and feet. Yellow, fuzzy, sharp nails... And, HE HAD PAWS?!?!?!?!
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Superhuman
AdventureA kid dies from not following one simple rule. He the awakes from his death and is in a place called the void. He then presses "the button" and has to find his meaning of life with his friends.
