"Face it Tally-wa, you're special"

They’re eating his brain. Those damn pills are eating Zane’s brain! Those two pills were meant to be taken together. One of them had the nanos that ate up the lesions, while the other one killed the nanos before they could eat the rest of the brain. But no, Zane and I were stupid enough to take one each.

And it was all because I was too much of a coward to take them myself.

So Zane was cured, over cured maybe, but cured. That leaves me though. The pills didn’t cure me; Maddie says that I cured myself. We’re not sure how, but I did.

There’s really no reason for me to be worrying about his brain right now though, because we’re back in New Pretty Town. At least, I think that’s where we are. Special Circumstances found the Smoke again. They put a tracker in Zane’s tooth, and he didn’t even know. Somehow, I managed to lead Special Circumstances right to the Smoke once again.

Most of the others escaped, including David. I had to yell at him though. I told him to get his ugly face out of here, and I know that it cut him deep. I don’t he’ll ever forgive me. But I did it for him. I was trying to protect him.

And Shay, let us not forget Shay-la. She did it. She managed to get herself cured. She became a Special. She can think clearly now. She’s beyond bubbly.

Total tally on my friends: Peris a pretty- head forever, Andrew still awaiting my return, David hurt beyond repair, and Shay is my enemy. Friends, it’s a tacky and age old saying, but it stands true. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.

Zane is safe, I think. But now…

I am Special.

An Old Ghost

Have I changed? No, that’s a stupid question. I know that I’ve changed, but not that much have I? It must have been David then. David is the one that changed so much to make us so awkward around each other.

After Andrew helped me to escape, I came to the Rusty Ruins, where we were supposed to meet. But I wasn’t expecting it to be just me and David. We hover boarded together like we did so long ago, and our bodies swayed together perfectly.

But things had changed a lot. David didn’t hold the same place in my heart that he used to. Zane occupied that place now, and even more than that. I felt like I had betrayed him some how, and the silence was cloying.

But sadly, I was more worried about Zane. David and I had just a bit of a heart to heart, but it was more important that I get to Zane. Speaking of Zane and David, apparently they had talked. About me. I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with that, but I let it slide.

David and I weren’t friends anymore. I wanted to be friends, I really did, but I knew we couldn’t be. Nothing could ever be the same or even normal again.

There went another friend, gone.

Andrew Simpson Smith

It’s been difficult to update this little blog here. I’ve been roughing it in the wild with Andrew. I have a lot to tell you guys, and it’s a totally bubbly story. Though it certainly wasn’t a very pretty making experience. I was asleep in my little high tech camp, when suddenly, I was surrounded by fire. Fire and uglies, but not just uglies; they were barbarians, savages.

They were screaming at me and threatening me, and soon, I was running for my life. Well, I suppose there’s nothing really new there. But I suppose I should cut my story short here. I ran, but then I fell, and they saw me. They began freaking out and declaring that I was a God or a Goddess. They took me to their village, where I met Andrew Simpson Smith, who was there holy man.

You won’t believe what the pretties are doing here. They are pitting two pre-rusty-like clans against each other, and then observing them. It’s like some experiment. They’re doing it to make the operation better. The more they learn about hate and rage, the more they can counter act it.

But yet, Andrew is a good guy. I was trapped with in the experiment, and Andrew was there to help me. I promised that I would come back for him and his village, that I would help them and all that. Another friend to weigh in on my conscious. Another someone that I have to be there for.

Friends require a great deal of sacrifice don’t they…?

Natural Pretty Heads

I’m cold, and I’m wet, and I’m miserable, and I’m all alone. All alone, I shouldn’t be all alone. Peris and I aren’t best friends anymore I guess. I thought we were going to be best friends forever, but I guess that just can’t be. I guess some people were just meant to be pretty headed, but I hadn’t thought Peris to be one of them.

We had been on the hot air balloon, all ready to jump off. Zane and Fausto had already gone and I was about to jump after them, when I saw Peris. He didn’t want to jump, he chose not to. He said he hadn’t really realized that we were serious about this. And now that he was faced with the choice, he couldn’t choose to jump.

By the time we’d had our sad parting, the hot air balloon was already far away from the city. We were over the wilderness, and I had no way down. Luckily though, I saw a river, winding its way through the forest and I managed to jump into it. I lost my hover board, and now I’m on foot, but at least I got out of New Pretty Town.

Losing Peris just kills me though. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember, and I just lost him. I guess he was just meant to be a pretty head, but it still hurts. Some how though, it seemed inevitable. It was something I would just have to bear. Maybe one day though, I would see him again.

For now, I’m cold, and I’m wet, and I’m miserable, and I’m all alone.

The Cutters

It’s been a long few days; a very long few days. Ever since we took those pills, Zane’s been having these really bad head aches. At first we just thought it was an unfortunate side effect of the pills, but it’s getting serious and we need to find him help. We need to get to the Smoke, where Maddie, David’s mom, can fix him.

It’s almost all figured out, our plan for escape. Fausto’s a great help, all the Crims are really, but especially Fausto. He’s another good friend that guy. I’m lucky to have so many. Now, Zane and I just need to get these totally bogus bands off our wrists.

But that’s not really why these days have been long. Sure it helps, and I’m being eaten alive with worry of Zane. But no, this is still about Shay. Zane and I saw her while we were in Uglyville. She had a group with her. They call themselves the Cutters, and for good reason, because that’s what they do. I have to hand it to Shay and her intelligence.

Bleeding is the only way, to really stay bubbly, and Shay’s figured that out. She didn’t get the pills, so somehow she had to find her own cure, and she’s done that. But at what cost? She can’t possibly be doing the right thing. I know that. I want her to come with us to the Smoke, but she’s not answering any of my pings. I hope we can get to her before we leave.

I don’t want to lose my best friend.

Yelling is Totally NOT Pretty Making

What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she understand? AH, I’m so mad, and frustrated with her. And I’m confused to! I’d though that I’d made the right decision. I mean, sharing the pills with Zane seemed like the only think I could do at the time.

No, it was the only think I could do. Zane keeps telling me I shouldn’t let Shay get to me, that I shouldn’t let her make me feel guilty for what we have. She was jealous and hurt that I hadn’t shared the pills with her instead of with Zane. She thinks that she should have been the one to get the other pill. And maybe she’s right.

Why is friendship such a hard thing to keep intact? We’re always supposed to be there for each other, but yet she betrays me like this, and then makes it out like I betrayed her. But oh gosh, I did. But how was I supposed to make that choice, everything that’s happened to make me seem like a bad guy was out of my control. Me and David, he fell for me before I fell for him. And the pills were a heat of the moment thing. Neither of which was my fault.

But still Shay, Shay-la, I’m sorry.

And for anyone that’s wondering, this little fight Shay and I had. For it was definitely a fight, she was shouting at me in a very non- pretty- making way. Yeah, anyway, it was after this awesome bubbly-making trick where we made the entire floating ice rink collapse. I guess Shay got really bubbly, and was thinking clear enough to hate me.

It’s all very horrible. I need to go to bed, and think.

Special Circumstances is looking for me again…

Forever Bubbly

My life was simple. I can’t believe that just hours or days ago, my biggest worry was whether I could join the Crims or not. But it wasn’t only simple; it was pathetic, and bogus. Now Zane and I are forever bubbly. We found these pills. Well, Croy lead us to them. Man, it was a long, scary, bubbly-making trip. Now, it is our job to get back to the smoke, and make as many people as possible come with us. Well, at least that’s it in a nut shell.

But gosh, I was so scared. The Special Circumstances were pounding on the door to our little room, and there were two pills, and Zane and I were together and I was terrified. I was worried that the pills would eat my brain! But oh, I think I may have just gotten ahead of myself. The little room we were hiding in was an old elevator shaft. And I mean really old, like a rust kind of elevator with metal cables and stuff. You couldn’t pay me to get into one of those old contraptions.

And now, back to the story. I was so horrified; I wasn’t even going to take them. But Zane was there. He was looking at me with his big beautiful eyes, and suggested that we each take one. I don’t know would have happened if Zane wasn’t there. I was too afraid to take them all by myself, and then Special Circumstances would have gotten them and it’s be all over for us!

But in the end, Zane took one, I took the other, and now we’re finally cured. Zane is a good friend, and I’ve found that I’m one of those people that need friends. I can’t do things alone; I need someone to lean on.

But maybe, I also need to get better at letting other people lean on me.