Haha, okay guys before you start getting thoughts from the topic description, this is a story my buddy Peyton [moon14] and I came up with. It's very intriguing actually. I write one chapter, Peyton writes the next. This chapter I wrote. So... I hope you enjoy!
Action Trans: Chapter 1
It was a cold, dreary night in October. A young woman at the age of twenty-six made her way down 4th Avenue of New York City, scared of the danger lurking every shadow. Bundled in her arms was a baby of seven weeks, quiet as ever. The blue eyed woman peeked around the corner, her eyes greeting a tall, dark man. He held out his hands in a fashionably manor and the woman tucked the baby closer to her chest. The man took a step forward, “Nelly, it’s time.”
The woman looked down at the baby and back up at the man, sorrow written all over her small face. She handed the baby over to the man, reached down and kissed it’s cheek. “I’ll miss you, little one.” She whispered, then disappeared down the dark streets. The man watched after her then lowered his eyes down to the baby. “Welcome to my foster home.” He smiled, then walked up the stairs of the old brick building.
-Twenty-one and a half years later-
“Sparkle!” Sparkle Shay opened her eyes, the sun pouring under her drooping lids. She plopped herself up on her elbows, looking around the wood-walled room. She swung her legs over the side of the old, creaking bed and padded to her door. She opened it and saw her two year boyfriend, Michelangelo.
“Hey Mikey!” Sparkle hugged her boyfriend, then walked over to make her bed.
“So… today’s the big day! I’m really sad to see you go.” Mikey dug his hands in his tattered jeans. Sparkle stopped and faced him.
“Aw, Mikey I’m sorry! But I need to get out of this place…” Sparkle hugged him then went back to making her bed. Mikey was quiet after that, upset enough that his girlfriend was moving out into the big city that day.
“Do you have enough clothes? What about money?”
“Carl, I’m alright!” Sparkle laughed as she stepped down the old marble steps of Carl’s Foster Home. Carl trailed behind her, still disliking the idea of Sparkle setting off into the city so soon. The whole morning from breakfast to now, Carl's been asking questions to make sure she'd be alright. Ever since that cold, dark night in October when Sparkle was dropped off, Carl has been like a father to her. Sparkle stopped a taxi cab and rounded the rear end, opening the trunk to place her limited bags in. She walked around the car and opened the door until a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned and Mikey stared down at her.
“I’m gonna miss you real bad.” He stated.
“I’m going to miss you too Michelangelo.” Sparkle kissed him on the cheek and then climbed into the cab.
***
“I can’t believe this! It’s been six months and no word from her!” Michelangelo paced back and forth of his room. Carl sat in the chair at the broken desk, his hands placed together.
“Son, she’s probably been really busy. Maybe she’s scared but doesn’t want us to know!” Carl tried to persuade Mikey that Sparkles just been busy.
“She wont even return my phone calls!” Mikey whispered, hurt.
“Well, son. Look her up in the yellow pages!” Carl joked, getting up. “Meanwhile, I have to go start dinner for the others. It should be ready in a half an hour.” Carl made his way out of the room. Mikey sat on the bed and thought.
“I will.” He decided, and went to go find the nearest phone book.
***
Sparkle looked at herself in the mirror, gaping at what she saw. “Oh… my god.” She gasped. Sparkle has become isolated from all her friends back at the foster home for only one reason: she has transformed into a man.
