my new-ish story!!!!

Somebodies, Nobodies, and Anybodies
A novel of twisted fates which is, in fact, written by a person who’s name just happens to begin with an O, followed by an L, which is obviously just before the very first I, then the very important middle letter which is conveniently located in the middle of the name the one and only… V, and along comes the second I, but of course all of this is leading up to the final letter which is, by no question, an……… A!!!!!

“Tic?” said one
“Tac?” said the other
“Tic, tic?” said the first
“Tac, tac?” said the second
Suddenly the girl broke into a wide grin, that was just a tad bit scary, and sang, rather loudly; “Tic, tic, tic?”
The boy’s face burst into a smile and then he chimed in with a “Tac, tac, tac”
Then they both began to sing; “Tic”
“Tacs”
“Tic”
“Tacs”
“Yummy tummy”
“Tic”
“Tacs”
“If your breath smells like rabbit doo”
“Or squirrel poo”
“Go out and buy”
“Some refreshing…”
“Tic”
“Tacs”
“They’ll help you get”
“That non-poo-like smell back!”
The two the held up their thumbs, grinned their widest grins, and opened their eyes WAY too wide. The girls left looked like it was beginning to twitch, but one couldn’t be sure………..
It didn’t make sense, why those 2? What was so special about them? Why should they be put on television, to be adored by millions, why were they so important? It didn’t make any sense to me. But wither or not the lives of 2 kids made sense to me was not important, not now anyway. So, as the thoughts of the boy and girl fluttered out of my mind, a new thought inserted itself in my brain; getting to school on time. I had been late all week long and if I was late today I’d not only get yelled at by my parents, I’d get detention, and as much as I’d love to sit at a desk with my head down for an hour I have many more important things to do…. Well, maybe not more important, but more fun, definitely more fun.
Many other people, though, had nothing more important to do than what they were supposed to be doing. Take Ace for example, he was in the process of filming his next commercial with his cute, but of course no where near as cute as him, twin sister; Aria.
Ever since his first words Ace has known he was destined to be a star, and he made sure everyone else knew too. He was so concerned with himself he would often put himself above all others. For example at the boy’s 4th birthday (which would be his twin sister, Aria’s too) and when it came time for cake he and his sister were sitting at the end of the table while all the lovey little guests in their lovely little party outfits sang happy birthday. Unfortunatley Ace had a very short attention span, was very greedy, and very selfish. So, being the selfish 4 year old boy that he was he decided that he did not deserve to wait for what he wanted so before the guests could get to the second verse of ‘happy birthday’ Ace jumped onto the cake, fell to his knees, and pigged out. All the party guests sat in shock at the savage young boy scarfed down handful-after-handful of cake. But more than that, these snoob-ish guests, sat in agony over their $1,000 suits and dresses that were now covered in an equally expensive cake that was not only on everyone’s clothes, but also in the stomach of one delighted young boy. After 5 minutes of nothing but the sound of cake being devoured, and the occasional whisper of the appauled house guests, it stopped. Ace rose from his death stance on the sugary pastry, and stood up. His mother quitley asked “Why?”
Ace replied “because you aren’t as important as me and I was afraid I wouldn’t get as much cake as I wanted if I shared with suck-ish people like you.”
Now most parents would be deeply disappointed to hear their son voice these words at such a young age, most parents would hurriedly take their son to a center full of other Strange minded children destined to grow up to become strange minded adults. And, of course, as the meetings progress the parents will be delighted as they continue to deceive themselves into thinking that the meeting are working and that soon their strange minded child will be transferred into a heavenly angel sent from god. But, of course, this will not be the case, the young boy will only continue to grow, and as he does so will his vast array of how many ways he is so much better than everyone else in the world, and he will continue to make sure everyone knows each and every one of them. He will have a good life, but soon he will fall into a deep depression of longing for the accepting parents he never had. Then he will withdraw all together from everyone. For years he will live in his room, alone, playing with his imaginary parents, Doug and Sally. Doug is a professional nose blower with green feet, and Sally who works as a secretary to a very nice lady named Mrs. Bubble who killed her husband, but oddly enough they still have sex, Mrs. Bubble has said it’s very dry though. But then after exactly 1 year, 8 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, 13 hours, 53 minutes, and 47 seconds the young man cracks, he jumps out his bedroom window and screams “Aunt Periwinkle is going to eat a potato in a sea of shoelaces!!” And to reward his leap of faith this young man is given a one-way ticket to the Happy Hippo insane asylum so he can scream about waffles covered in kool-aid without disturbing the oh-so scheduled lives of the normal. But that, my friends, is not how the story goes. Ace’s parents did not send him to a how-not-to-be-a-strange-minded-child meeting instead they drove him to an acting specialist, where the teachers were delighted at Ace’s natural interest in the world of Celebrity. But Ace was not the only one sent to this specialist, Aria was sent along too. Why? Well, the answer is simple. She had to. Both parents were off to work, they couldn’t leave Aria at home, no matter how bad of parents they were they would never leave a 4 year old child alone, The children were also notoriously bad behaved so it was next to impossible to get a baby sitter, and this specialist was a get-out-of-jail-free card. For the parents it was, but for Aria it was a get-in-jail-free card. Aria hated that class. But when has what she thought ever mattered?
The hall at the entrance to the school was long and unforgiving. It was littered with lost and miserable freshmen, sophomores trying to make the freshmen as miserable as they were their first year at high school, juniors trying to make the sophomores as miserable as they were their second year at high school, And seniors terrorizing anybody with two feet for the fun of it. It was a difficult path but I had traveled it before and besides the occasional name calling nothing horrible had happened yet. I took a deep breath in and began the journey to math. I swerved through the crowd and aside from the few random calls of ‘faggot’ or ‘fairy’ had a very easy time of it.
i don't rlly no wat happens next but i rlly like this story and i dont want to ruin, u no?