Hello! Decco here! I love to write, and I am making a story involving Animal Crossing on the Gamecube! Now, I do this for fun, so anyone who is going to be too judgemental, please don't. I just want to do this for me. I hope everyone likes this story…
"Why are you showing this!" I screamed at my laptop. I was in a livestream, both watching, and actually in the stream. I was watching me getting beat by my parents. My parents… put this on the internet. Many were watching. The comments were littered with crap like WHAT A *** or HE CAN'T FIGHT BACK, WHAT A PRINCESS! I started to cry. Life is not good when you're sixteen and getting abused by your parents. Life isn't good when you have to pay by your own food and school when you're a teenager. That is my life. It was, and still is. Until tonight.
Footsteps stomp up the stairs. Two sets. My father and stupid-*** stepmother. Can't move out. Parents are divorced, mother's on other side of the globe. I dash to my door and slam it. The footsteps speed up. I twist the lock on my knob - they were too stupid to take it off. Good for me. BANG BANG. The slams against my door are so loud and fast it's terrifying. "Leave me alone!" I scream. My door won't hold forever. It's made out of a flimsy wood. Will last maybe two minutes. That is unless they grab - "Bring the axe!" My father yells. Great. Peachy. My worst thoughts were confirmed. I have maybe a minute and a half now. I waste no time. I pull out my blue backpack. I place in my Macbook Pro and it's charger. My smartphone and it's charger, and my 3DS XL with it's charger. I have all this technology from friends and family who actually care about me. Ha, now they won't even know about me, and I'll vanish with time, just like everything else. The front door slams downstairs, showing that my time is halfway done. I toss in my sketchbook and pencil case. Grabbing a random book from my shelf - I don't have time to read titles. Time is too precious. I also grab a map, and my wallet which has two thousand Bells. Not a lot, but enough for a few days. The front door slams again. I throw on my brown shoes, and put on a red had with black horns on it. I swing it around my shoulders.
CRACK! I turn around in the direction of the noise, seeing an axehead come through my door. I scream. Horror fills my body and paralyzes me. The axe disappears, and slams through my door again. I scream one again, but regain my body control. I grab a stool that lives next to my desk, and toss it through my window. The glass shatters, and I leap out without hesitation. I land on grass after jumping out a story. Pain shoots through my shin and into my kneecap. I can barely move. I hold me knee for a second after sitting up, and wheeze. I look up into the sky in pain, and as I do that, my fathers far stares down at me from my window. I immediately get up, and try to run. I try and try , but I can only limp fast. I try to scream in pain and or horror, but nothing. I limp out onto a road, and turn into a direction with headlights coming. One truck! I wave my hands out, and finally produce a scream. The loudest scream of my life. "Help!" I yell. "Help! My father is trying to kill me!" It pulls over, and a man steps out. "What!?" He yells. The front door bursts open, and my father comes at us with an axe. The man bolts to the truck, yelling "Get in the back, kid!" I climb slowly, filled with agony, but as I'm over the edge of the hoodless back of the truck, I let gravity take me. The vehicle zooms away, and as I'm looked at the road behind us, I see my father sprinting, arms high in the air, axe clutched in his fists. The only thing I can do is scream hysterical.
The man lets me off at the farthest train station he could. I thank him for all he did, and he just said he was glad I wasn't hurt. I order a ticket for another town. I didn't read or look at any. Any town was better than this. It was five hundred Bells for one, and another five hundred for a granola bar plus a bottle of water. At six o'clock P.M., the train whistles into the station. That is where my old life dies, and my new life is born.
It's dark, very dark. The sound of a guitar plays, and a spotlight brights up the darkness. There's a white dog sitting on a stool, playing the guitar. Just plucking away at strings, the same few notes repeating. He eventually looks up at me, saying "So, you've decided to move out? Get your own place? See the world? That's groovy. Who needs someone telling you what to do all the time. You can do what you want, when you want, where you want. Yeah, living on your own, being free. It feels great. …But living by yourself can be a real drag too. Still, if you've got some real tight friends somewhere nearby, then you know it'll all work out. Yeah man. Friends are far out. …Oh, I guess I'm kind of rambling. My bad. Later." He finally says. He then looks down to the floor, still strumming, and it fades to black again…
My eyes slowly open. It's daytime on the train. I don't even know where I'm going. Soft music plays through the speakers of the train. A sudden pain twists in my stomach, notifying me that I am famished. I take out a second granola bar - I ate the first one before I just crashed for the night on the railway. The train's almost empty. I'm on a long seat made of wood, and a soft green cushion for me to sit comfortably, and to rest my back on. I sink my teeth into the bar. Peanut butter… I look at the door at the end of the train car. It opens, and out comes a cat. It's about my hight. It's eyes are red, and so is his shirt. His fur is white and blue, and he smiles when he sees me. He closes the door and approaches me. "Hrmm… Uh… Excuse me… Do you have a second?" I nod, still chewing."Could you help me out? Is it… Let's see now… nine twenty-three A.M. on Saturday, October seventeenth, two thousand and fifteen?" I check my phone. "That's right!" I say. "Say, thanks!" He says laughing. "You're a big help…" I smile. This is one of those rare moments called respect that barely happens to me. "So, you mind if I sit here? I promise I won't fall asleep, tumble onto you, and start drooling on your shirt!" I look around. There were plenty of vacant seats available, but I thought that I could use some company, "Please." I said. He then walks to the seat opposite of me, but facing me, and hopped up. "Thanks again! It sure is nice meeting friendly folk on the train…" I nod, swallowing the last of my food. "You aren't a psycho right? Just kidding!" He said. I laughed at that. My exact thoughts about him! "Say, by the way… what's your name?" He asks. "Decco." I replied. He thought about it for a second, before saying "Hrmm… Well… Hrmmm… Decco… Now THAT is an odd name." He then laughed again. "Not that my opinion means much. What matters is, do YOU like the name Decco?" I thought about it for a second, and had to agree, I did like it. "Isn't it cool?" I said. "Oh, I'm sorry!" He suddenly said. "Did I say it was odd? It's not odd! It's a great name for a boy! Really… It's a really great name." He laughs nervously. "You know it!" I replied. "By the way… if you don't mind me asking… where are you headed?" I gasp slightly. I didn't even know myself! What if I had missed it? What if it's the next one and I didn't realize? That would be awkward. I looked at my ticket. "Rainhill." I read aloud. "You're going to Rainhill?" He asks, reassuring I guess. "That's right!" I said. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "I know that place! Rainhill is one of my favourite vacation spots! So, what are you going to Rainhill for?"
"Hrmm.. Moving, huh? I hate moving. Pack boxes, unpack boxes. It never ends." I guess I would never earn that luxury, since I had two minutes to pack up. "Say! Where's your new place?" He asks. "Don't know yet." I admitted. His next expression is clearly shocked. "What?!? You don't know yet? Are you out of your tree? Well, we obviously need to find you a place to live!!!" He obviously didn't know what happened not less that twenty four hours ago. Oh, yeah dad, stop trying to kill me so I can look for a house! He thought for a second. Now, if a lightbulb could pop up above his head, now would be the time. "Oh, wait!" He said. "Boy, am I dense! This buddy of mine runs the shop in Rainhill! Let me give him a jingle! This will take me two seconds. Wait here, ok?" I nodded, and he hopped off.
He walked over to the door where he emerged from, opened it, then shut it. He then turns to a wall. I hear the hooping of buttons. Hey there, Nook! …It's me! I don't want to eavesdrop, so I focus on the moving greenery outside. I could hear keywords like "Hasn't found a place to live" and "tight spot." I believe Decco was said, as well as really and cool! He then comes out, closes the door, and walks back on over. "Ok, I'm back! Miss me? Well, good news for you!" He takes his seat again. '"It sounds like my buddy has some brand-new houses for sale, dirt cheap!" He must've seen my eyes light up at the words 'dirt cheap'. "The works all done, but he hasn't been able to rent them. He wants to unload them, so he's willing to take a loss. You have money, right?" Right then, I felt cornered up. I say "Oh, yeah" just so I don't make it any worse. "Then you'll be just fine!" He says. That makes me feel scared that I would've been fine if I had brought motor money. Then he suddenly exclaims "Oh! Looks like we're about to pull into Rainhill! Did I mention I love this place?" I nod. "Remember, things are never as bad as they seem. Honestly! Good luck and all that!" He says. "Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime!" I nod, hopefully. I stand up, pulling my bag to my level. "Well, goodbye!" He says.
The train starts to slow down as I move and wait at the door. It comes to a stop, and I step out into a new life. I step onto the brick floor of the train station. "Rainhill! Now arriving at Rainhill! Welcome to Rainhill! Watch your step!"
Really nice story. I love the detail on it. Only piece of criticism: when a new person speaks, press enter twice to start a new paragraph so it's more spaced out and we can tell who's speaking.
He closes the door and approaches me. "Hrmm… Uh… Excuse me… Do you have a second?" I nod, still chewing."Could you help me out? Is it… Let's see now… nine twenty-three A.M. on Saturday, October seventeenth, two thousand and fifteen?" I check my phone.
"That's right!" I say.
"Say, thanks!" He says laughing. "You're a big help…" I smile. This is one of those rare moments called respect that barely happens to me. "So, you mind if I sit here? I promise I won't fall asleep, tumble onto you, and start drooling on your shirt!" I look around.
There were plenty of vacant seats available, but I thought that I could use some company, "Please." I said. He then walks to the seat opposite of me, but facing me, and hopped up.
Thank you for the Reese memories (7/9/13-9/27/17)
Hello! Decco here, and I just wanted to thank Liv909 for helping me correct with paragraphs! Thanks man!
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I walk along the brick ground of the train station, bathed in sunlight. I walk down the brick steps that is under a large overhang, and stop. Something approaches me. I think it's a raccoon, but there's a possibility it could be a tanooki. "Excuse me!" He calls out. "Hey, hey! Hey, you there! Yes, you!" He walks up to me. He has a caring, but agitated look in his eyes, and he wears only a blue apron with a white leaf stitched on the middle. "Would your name happen to be Decco?" He asks.
"Good, good! I just now had a phone call about you, hm?"
I nod once again. I'm very nervous, talking to somebody who's gonna sell me a house.
"Whew! I'm glad I made it here in time to meet your train!" He exclaims while wheezing slightly. "I'm afraid I'm not in the best shape of my life… But I ramble! My name is Tom Nook. I, uh, run the store here in town. I'm quite pleased to meet you, yes?" I nod my head, I guess you could say it was a 'likewise' nod.
Nook continues. "Something strikes me as odd though, my young friend. Moving to a town before settling on a place to live… Why, it's the craziest thing I have ever heard of! Madness! Absolute madness, hm?"
He then begins to laugh uncontrollably. I could already see what kind of guy he was. I thought of telling him to stuff it, but I didn't want to come out immediately as a bad person. I may then just leave, and I'd be stuck - not that'd be the first time!
"Whatever…" I mumble.
"Woah ho! Ho ho! Ah, ahem. Pardon me, I beg you! That just struck my funny bone! Now, don't you worry! It may be small, but I have a house you can move into right away! It should more than suit your needs, hm? I can show it to you now, so come along! Let's scuttle!"
He turns around and walks forward, me following behind. We walk through some white picket fences, and there are four houses. Small size, but strongly built. They even came with their own red mailboxes!
"Here we are!" He says. "Not too shabby, hm? I can heartily recommend any of these houses! Take your pick! Feel free to take a look inside. Really. I don't mind. Not in the least. After all, the doors don't have any locks."
That last sentence scared me. But in a small village, what could go wrong? I stepped to the one on my right - or the left one if you were looking at it from the front. It had a nice wooden door and a bright red roof. I twist the handle, open the door and walk inside, closing the door behind me.
The floor is cobblestone, and the walls are made of uneven sizes of bricks. They were that colour of green that was just unappealing. In the front, right corner, there was a box, with a book and a red pencil on it's cover. I walked over and flipped through it. Although blank, this journal would come in useful. I turn around. Behind me is a large blue… tape player? No, tape deck! I walked over and pressed down the play button. I had to force it a bit, and it clicked it clicked in place with a "THUNK" Nothing. I pressed the eject button, which opened the tray to the left next to the large speaker on the right. Pressing this button also snapped the play button back to it's original position. Empty. I shut the tray, and adjust it's antenna. I checked my phone, pulling it our of my back right pocket. My service was gone. Not as in 'no service', gone as in somebody canceled my plan. My father. Great. Again, peachy. I sighed, put my phone away, and walked back outside into the blinding sunlight.
"Well? What do you think? How was it, hm?" Nook asks. Lectures is another word for it. I adjust my horn hat.
"I like it!"
"You're quite sure? Here is the one you want?"
"Here is good!"
"Very well! It's decided then! That house now belongs to you, Decco!" A feeling of hope and excitement filled within me. "What a happy day for you, I'm certain!" Tom says. "I'll tell you what-I'll even throw in the radio in there free of charge!" I could've sworn I heard him mumble "I could never sell that thing at the shop…" He then told me the rundown of my house. He explained that my house didn't have any furniture, and that I'd have to do that job myself. He also suggested popping into other neighbours homes to get ideas for my own interior designs.
"Oh… Yes. That weird thing over by the door there… That would be your personal Gyroid assistant!" He explained. I look over at it.The only way I can describe it is one of those clay haniwa. "If visitors stop by when you're not around, this Gyroid will meet and greet them, hm? It truly is a must have! You can teach it messages, and the little fellow will repeat them to visitors!" He also explains that it could also leave item with it, to give and or sell to visitors. He also warns, and I quote "BE SURE TO ABSOLUTELY SPEAK TO YOUR GYROID BEFORE BED!" For that is the only was to 'save' what I did that day, apparently.
"Now then," He states "With fees closing costs, the house comes to… nineteen thousand, eight-hundred bells!" And just like that, all of m hope and excitement died.That was a sucker-punch to the gut. I took out my wallet, only to be greeted by my only one-thousand bells. I sighed, and gave him all I had. He looked at it, and said "Yes, that would be… not nearly enough!!! You only have one thousand bells?!? You're joking with me, yes?" But my look said it all. And he knew it. "Why, you're so short I can't help but laugh!" And that's what he preceded to do. Laugh his butt off. "You know what happens to people who don't have money, don't you? I'll tell you. They can't buy a house!" He must have seen how hopeless I am, because he said "But… you still need a place to stay, don't you? Hmm… A thorny situation. Yes, rather thorny."
"Then here's what we'll do! You can work part-time at my shop to pay off the rest! Yes, that's acceptable! Splendid! We're all set! This will work wonderfully! Now then, you'll have to come to my shop later to work. You can find my shop in Acre A-1. You can't miss it. At least, MOST people can't miss it. If you have trouble, check the map by the station, yes?"
I nodded. I was too tired to argue now. It will work. The situation had been solved.
"I'm heading back there now, so I'll be waiting for you. I'd ask you to be quick about coming, yes?"
I nodded once more. And with that, he left. As I saw him walking away, I muttered "What did I get myself into?"
Hey, this is a fantastic story. I hope you continue to write it. 10/18/2015 is two years ago and I am hoping this reaches you. I will bestow upon you the best constructive criticism that I can and Keep on Writing! This is awesome!