Sebby

I was a very quiet child, always too shy to talk, never athletic, never smart.
I was the one who sat in the corner at break time, eating my packed lunch wearing my hand me down parker two sizes too big. I was "the weirdo", the poor kid who couldn't afford trainers, so instead wore these hideous brown sandals even when the ground was covered in snow.
I remember walking home from school one night in my sandals, I was small for my age anyway so the snow reached my knees and I felt sure my toes would just snap right off like I'd seen in those science videos. I got home that night, instantly sat, legs crossed on the ground and refused to move until I'd counted all my toes just to check I hadn't dropped any on the way home.
My parents didn't really have time for me, my dad worked all hours god sent just to try and keep the bailiffs away and my mum had sunk so far into depression at this point, that she didn't even notice I was there.
But believe it or not I was happy, I didn't care what I wore or that nobody liked me because I had something none of them did.....I had a purple dragon.
My dragon was my best friend in the whole world and I was his because he hardly ever let anybody else see him, just me. I called him Bob.
Whenever I was bored I'd scrunch my eyes up really tight and he'd appear he'd let me climb on his back and slide down his tail, sometimes I'd just hold onto him really tight and he'd fly me out of the window into the clouds, so far up I could no longer hear my mum and dad arguing or the plates smashing against the wall.
If any other children bothered to talk to me it was usually to make fun of what I wore or the fact that i didn't talk, but that didn't bother me because all I had to do was scrunch up my eyes and my dragon would come and scare them all away. I was happy, just me and Bob.
I still remember the day Bob went away. I was walking home from school when I was 15, I had trainers by then, not good ones but they were trainers nonetheless and it made me feel good, the squishiness of them, the bounciness, I felt like I could jump so high I'd touch the clouds and could run and run without stopping. It felt so good to be in my trainers that I thought, just for one night, instead of walking along the path, I'd run through a field I always passed, see if I really could jump higher and run faster.
As I clambered over the fence my heart was beating so fast because I knew this was private property and it was naughty..I'd never been naughty before.
I jumped down off the fence my trainers felt like they bounced me right back up again, I laughed out loud with joy and took off sprinting across the field jumping every few steps. When suddenly I heard a voice, a man shouting. I stood frozen to the spot as he ran over to me, tall, bulky, clothes ripped and dirty. "This is private property little girl, You're not supposed to be here". Then he grabbed my arm roughly "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson". He taught me my "lesson" ok, one I'll never forget, and the whole time through I kept my eyes clenched as tight as they'd go screaming to Bob as the man laughed his husky, evil laugh.
But Bob never came to me that day, my purple dragon had gone away and for the first time in my life I felt truley scared and alone.
I never called on Bob again after that, I kept my eyes open and my head down, never again did he take me off into the clouds or let me slide down his tail. Bob had gone for good.
Six years went by after that, my mum and dad had long split, I was working as a receptionist at a small factory, nothing exiting, same thing day in day out, but it stopped me being the "poor kid", allowed me to get on with my life. Then on my 21st birthday, I recieved a package throught the post. I didn't think anyone had remembered so I ripped it apart as fast as I could as tho I was a little child again, and there, in my hands was a little porcelain trinket box and on that little trinket box, painted in all his beauty and grace,
was my best friend in the whole world...

Bob my purple dragon

By Sebby

edited with the help of Painted Diary ty -x-

PaintedDiary

Dear Ms VS,
I think perhaps you should re-introduce yourself, as Ms VodkaSlayer the Story Writer, and aspiring Novelist. This was so touching. You took me there. You took me inside your teenage mind, experience, character, and emotions. My Affective Domain was stimulated to the (nth) power. The ending was silver screen perfect. One question though? If no one ever saw "Bob", then WHO sent (your childhood protector)? Hmmmmmm......Part 2 perhaps? Loved it!!! What ever you do, do not stop writing VS. I did at one point in my life, and it was a mistake, until Ms Jacquii saved me. Don't make my mistake, reach for the stars!!! Lv Ya'.

Kimberly aka Painted

Patricia_Lynn

I have to agree with Painted, the story was great and I enjoyed reading it. Took me back to when I was a child, but the end left me wondering. Will there be a second?