The Boy Who Loved Pink Two: Requiem, Chapter Negative One

[Person_Random 4,991]

The Boy Who Loved Pink: Final Greetings

Chapter Negative One of Requiem

 

We used to race, Pyco and I. Normally, the two of us ran down PRMS to Heron Elementary, eager to be in the back rows, hoping not to be sequestered by everyone else by sitting in the front row with Teacher Leo. Because I had music classes, I needed to obtain my trombone and run faster to get there, giving me a disadvantage, but my speed made up for Pyco’s head start on the way to our old school.

 

One day, I knew I would win. I just knew. Dashing around Ms Chuckles, a surly yard duty, I sped past and grabbed my instrument in record time. Even though it weighed around twenty or thirty pounds, I took off at the fastest speed I could, intent on reaching the prize. As I brushed past several students, my lanyard floated in the air.

 

Racing through the streets, every sidewalk favoured me, and I advanced quickly, even relishing the moment when I saw Pyco’s exasperated, panic-stricken face as I flew by. But the last one betrayed me.

 

I stopped abruptly at the sight of crossing guards, fifth graders from Heron. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I heard sneakers squeal by and a kid’s quick breaths. “Hi, Jason!” A voice startled me from behind: Pyco.

 

Gasping, I whirled around and found myself next to the shorter boy. Once our eyes met, the determination in them showed the hatred and rivalry we had harboured since the first day we had met. As if on cue, the teacher in front of us blew her whistle, held out the stop signs for everyone to see, and signalled the crossing guards, stopping traffic momentarily.

 

The race was on.

 

Though I sprinted as fast as I could, the weight I carried with my right arm slowed me down significantly. While I rushed forward for the prize, my eyes bulged at the sight of Pyco flying forward freely.

 

Out of desperation, I thought quickly and pulled off the most convenient object: my lanyard. Hoping that Pyco would notice, I flung it forward, the metal and cloth blew by Pyco’s neck, nearly cutting him. Once it fell to the concrete with a clatter, my heart stopped.

 

He noticed. However, he didn’t even pick it up, and stole a look behind and smirked, as if mocking me. Running with the last of my energy, still searching deep down for a second wind, my shoe stepped on the lanyard as the other leg yanked it – hard. Both the lanyard and I flew into the air, but I landed with a loud THUNK! Before I saw it fly into Pyco’s hand. Pyco won. Handing me my lanyard, he nodded to the younger ones in the manner that a cocky athlete does as he entered the back rows. “Better luck next time, Jason!” he chirped. Little did he know that it would be the last time we raced.

 

 

 

Epilogue

 

 

 

A warm breeze signalled the start of summer, and I had just passed the black belt exam, along with four others. What a time to celebrate. As I paraded past the cheering crowds and tearful parents hugging their children, I took a quick glance at the lower belts staring at us in admiration, and I heard a familiar voice. One child, slightly taller than the rest, returned my grin. He was wearing a yellow belt, and something about that voice and hair made me think back to the past...

 

 

 

Pyco.

 

 

Heh… just decided to show you the last chapter of a series and how it leads in to the next novel. By the way, there’s a narrator change, so look out for that! That’s all of TBWLP 1: The Boy Who Loved Pink. Keep your eyes open for TBWLP 2: Requiem, coming soon.  Leave your comments below!

A special thanks to @JAGMAN2468 for helping me with some of the later chapters of Requiem.

Who do you think narrates this next one?

 

[Guest]

Approved!

 

Very well written! You have quite a way with words. As for suggestions on how to improve, I just managed to find one instance where you hadn't capitalized the first word in a new sentence, which is nothing major. 

[TankiNoob2000 231]

Nice to see you writing again. Good job my friend!;)

[Lose 881]

noice one m8

[Pythor 1,354]

Hehe nice job PR

[Person_Random 4,991]

Approved!

 

Very well written! You have quite a way with words. As for suggestions on how to improve, I just managed to find one instance where you hadn't capitalized the first word in a new sentence, which is nothing major. 

Did I really?  *Grabs a pole and starts whacking self*  Eh, should have gone with Grammarly but was late on that.  Hehe... published on Christmas.

Edited January 2, 2019 by Person_Random

[Person_Random 4,991]

Hehe nice job PR

I can't wait for TOWC ft. me!

 

noice one m8

Thanks, and you've been improving a lot too!

 

Nice to see you writing again. Good job my friend! ;)

Thanks very much.  Means a lot to me.  So should I try sentimental writing or history next?

[Lose 881]

I can't wait for TOWC ft. me!

 

Thanks, and you've been improving a lot too!

 

Thanks very much.  Means a lot to me.  So should I try sentimental writing or history next?

-blush intensifies-

 

whattttt

 

nooooo

[Person_Random 4,991]

-blush intensifies-

 

whattttt

 

nooooo

Dont deny it...

[Person_Random 4,991]

...or the Conq bot will haunt you.

[Lose 881]

...or the Conq bot will haunt you.

g a s p 

[Person_Random 4,991]

g a s p 

Eh don't worry too much... right now the average wait time for being captured by these bots are very low; perhaps by the time you have finished a really long series they will wake.

Edited January 3, 2019 by Person_Random