Finding Nemo: Words are hard. ((Self-para))
Zelo dramatically, but carefully as to not pop, threw himself down into the grass. Having been born to be someone's friend, he never had to try to make one before, nor had he ever gone without one. Now that he officially moved on from that rotten baby lover child, he found himself truly alone. He came to the school because he didn't really know what else to do, and that other imaginary friend said it would help. He also just kinda assumed that making friends would be a lot easier that it was. He'd been at this school for a whole entire day and he didn't know if he had any friends yet! What is happening? Eugene told him they were best friends within minutes of meeting him, so that's how it worked right?
Zelo huffed as he rolled to his stomach and started to pull at the grass, small static squeaks filled the air as he wondered what he was supposed to do. The silence of the late summers day started to fill with ambient noises of insects as a sudden though crossed the balloons mind. "What if I just start making them my friends." He mused out loud, slowly starting to float up from the grass as adrenal and excitement flooded his brain with crashing thoughts. "Thats it!! Instead of waiting for them to make me their friend, I'll just make them my friends! We'll have pirate fights and eat all the candy, and have water fights, and play games, and and and." His words turned into the chaotic babble of an over excited child. Sentences unable to complete themselves as they rush out of his mouth in an attempt to be vocalized. "Coloring, dinosaurs, space, blankets, bubbles!!"
Zelo wss now floating a good five inches above the grass. As he attempted to quickly stand up, he would have lose his balance if it wasn't for the floating. Instead he did a not-so-graceful tumble as he regained the gift of gravity before scrambling to his feet and taking off for his room.
"Theyre all going to be my friends. I'm going to be the best imaginary friend ever thought off. I'm going to have more friends then any other imaginary has had before!! And I won't ever have to play with another spoiled child again!!" He yelled to the sky as he ran before throwing his arms up and laughing wildly. As he ran to his room he grabbed his bag and slipped under the covers, a small static charge causing the blankets to stick to him as he hid. He pulled out a notebook and a marker before stopping.
His hands began to tremble as he looked between the marker clutched in his fingers and the notebook open before him.
"I dont know how to spell."Â
The realization that the last educational program he attended was kindergarten. Sure he could spell some words, like his name and apple, but not to many more after that. He could barely read the information about the school in his welcome packet. How was he supposed to make a list of all his new friends when he couldn't even write their names?
Warm tears started to swell up in solid black eyes, smearing the inky substance that made them down his cheeks. Oh no this was going to be so much harder than he originally though. He dropped the marker onto the notebook before tossing them out from under the covers and onto the floor. Retrieving a chocolate bar from his candy pocket the began to munch on it while quietly curling up into a ball and quietly crying. He needed to write out a list of names so he could write down everyone's important favorites (focusing mainly on candy, video games, and nap spot) so that he wouldn't forget (because best friends don't forget important favorites) and so he could write down the best ways they play and keep score of who's the best to play with verses whos the best for snacks, verses who's the best for naps!! How was he supposed to remember so many people if he couldn't simply write it down!!Â
Zelo cried. He cried for quite a long time, soft sobbing dissolving its way into hiccups as he munched away in his chocolate bar. Okay maybe before he can start to declare friends with people he was going to need an adult to teach him the secrets of writing. Sure he could do pictures but he knew his art skills weren't the greatest and he'd probably forget who got what pictures. "I need a teacher."Â
