Zander: A Fictional Narrative

"Yeah, that's fine." I played it off cool even though i was literely freaking out in my mind that we're going to hang out.

“You don’t mind if we ask some questions about why you’re standing there all by yourself?” said

"It's okay. We still have a lot to learn about each other, we'll know one another well enough to not make it weird. Anyways, I had a really nice time tonight, cupcake."

“Why am I supposed to write this when he could take an average citizen’s thoughts? Don’t you think it’s a bit odd that he hasn’t even met me and he thinks he can trust me?” Amber was demanding an answer now. She didn’t care about the Master’s rule of not talking back to elders at this point.

" I didn't give you permission, " Mikey replied, sounding a bit upset, but also pretty chill.

Addison worked her lips back and forth, one over the other, and then swallowed. “It goes without saying that I might need guidance since I’ve never—”

Za’zu looked over Zerdek once last time before bringing his fists up. He knew what was coming. The inevitable fight between them. Zerdek let out a small breath and did the same. He didn’t want to fight his friend, but he knew to gain his freedom, one of them would walk out the arena a winner, while the other was carried away in either a body bag or a stretcher. He mimicked Za’zu actions, getting ready for the bell to ring. As the moments pass, the loud ding of the bell echoes through Zerdek’s ears. He knows he has to make the first move to get the upper hand. He knows that Za’zu knows all his tricks and aces up his sleeve. He knows this is a fight they he might not be able to win, but he has to try. He needs his freedom. Za’zu comes in close,

“Are you sure you can’t remember anything about the pony who gave you this?” Luna pointed at the letter.

I am Zana Wilson, a soon to be resident of one of your two bedroom apartments. I originally signed for a three bedroom apartment but transferred to a two bedroom apartment because I was granted a $1000 gift card to go towards my rent. I was curious as to whether I could ask for the $1000 to be spread out evenly across the twelve months instead of it all being used at once? Please get back to me as soon as possible!

“I am so close, just three more questions left.” Mckenna says looking down at her blank paper.

“You’re sharing. As in sharing Eric’s room with him. I’m not going to repeat it again just because I already did.”

“Hey Jack are you still going to the comic book store with me after school?” Kim asked.

“I thought the nannies were watching them, honey, I’m sorry I was here hoping to have some drinks with you,” I said.

Both girls made no move to get dressed or made any indication of fear instead Trinity looked over at Valerie, who was chuckling at her brother’s fear. “You didn’t tell him? God your cruel,” Trinity explained shaking her head and turning to look at Zander, “it’s just my mom.” Realizing that probably was not a good enough explanation she added, “she doesn’t really care about what we do, as long as we clean up after ourselves.”

“You read a personal letter?” Maison was offended, the battered letter tucked into their pocket. They would never read something so personal if it was left in their care, well, if Sam had asked them not to. They may be nosey, but there was a line that needed to be drawn.