Name:Ryder
Gender: Male
Dream:
I hurry to get my journal, buried under a blanket of dust. I need to write this down. I flip to a random page.
I heard the voices of my “friends” talking with me. My voice seemed so different but the words I said were familiar. It was the discussion we had yesterday, about the prank we had pulled on one of the viscets in our class. My voice laughed. But then I heard a voice behind our own.
“Help, please stop…”
It was a soft, melodic voice which seemed far more important than the conversation between me and my friends. I couldn’t quite place the voice, which felt wrong. I knew I had heard it before, but the other voices steadily got louder. My own laughter taunted me, drowning it out.
Suddenly it disappeared and there was a viscet in front of me. She reached out a small paw, helping me up. I towered over her, but her face made me feel much smaller inside. My heart broke as I recognized her, the beloved camper who taught me so much.
“Erin…” I began, but she had turned away, tears streaming down her muzzle. My eyes filled with tears.
“You,” she said, her voice cracking. “You’re not the same.”
“I am! I’m the same viscet!” I said comfortingly.
“No. You’re completely different. When you pranked that poor viscling, you only saw how funny it was. You didn’t notice her tears, her humiliation. You forgot everything we accomplished together.”
As she said the last word, A tsunami of memories fell on top of me, crushing me. She hopped atop a bike, which appeared out of nowhere. She glanced at me once more. “The Ryder I knew, the Ryder I was friends with, he is gone. And in his place is a monster.” she rode off.
I jumped up. I couldn’t let my only true friend slip away. I hopped on a bike of my own, the gears and pedals familiar and comforting. I zoomed ahead, towards her disappearing figure. Suddenly I had gone back in time to one of the many camp mountain bike trails, teaching her how to mountain bike. When she came zooming over the hill, a smile on her face, my heart lightened. We high fived and I handed her her water bottle.
“You came after me?” she asked with a twinge of hope.
“Of course,” I said with a relieved smile.
“Maybe you haven’t changed too much. But don’t forget. Not ever again.” She handed me the water bottle and rode off. I glanced at the bottle in my hand. Tied to it was a friendship bracelet, and a note that said “For you. Don’t ever forget.” I tied it around my wrist.
I’m about to close the journal when a piece of colorful thread catches my eye. I pick it up, revealing the pink and blue friendship bracelet that was tied to the water bottle. I promise myself, I won’t ever, ever forget.
Art:
Art by me, with my other viscet Erin
Gender: Male
Dream:
I hurry to get my journal, buried under a blanket of dust. I need to write this down. I flip to a random page.
I heard the voices of my “friends” talking with me. My voice seemed so different but the words I said were familiar. It was the discussion we had yesterday, about the prank we had pulled on one of the viscets in our class. My voice laughed. But then I heard a voice behind our own.
“Help, please stop…”
It was a soft, melodic voice which seemed far more important than the conversation between me and my friends. I couldn’t quite place the voice, which felt wrong. I knew I had heard it before, but the other voices steadily got louder. My own laughter taunted me, drowning it out.
Suddenly it disappeared and there was a viscet in front of me. She reached out a small paw, helping me up. I towered over her, but her face made me feel much smaller inside. My heart broke as I recognized her, the beloved camper who taught me so much.
“Erin…” I began, but she had turned away, tears streaming down her muzzle. My eyes filled with tears.
“You,” she said, her voice cracking. “You’re not the same.”
“I am! I’m the same viscet!” I said comfortingly.
“No. You’re completely different. When you pranked that poor viscling, you only saw how funny it was. You didn’t notice her tears, her humiliation. You forgot everything we accomplished together.”
As she said the last word, A tsunami of memories fell on top of me, crushing me. She hopped atop a bike, which appeared out of nowhere. She glanced at me once more. “The Ryder I knew, the Ryder I was friends with, he is gone. And in his place is a monster.” she rode off.
I jumped up. I couldn’t let my only true friend slip away. I hopped on a bike of my own, the gears and pedals familiar and comforting. I zoomed ahead, towards her disappearing figure. Suddenly I had gone back in time to one of the many camp mountain bike trails, teaching her how to mountain bike. When she came zooming over the hill, a smile on her face, my heart lightened. We high fived and I handed her her water bottle.
“You came after me?” she asked with a twinge of hope.
“Of course,” I said with a relieved smile.
“Maybe you haven’t changed too much. But don’t forget. Not ever again.” She handed me the water bottle and rode off. I glanced at the bottle in my hand. Tied to it was a friendship bracelet, and a note that said “For you. Don’t ever forget.” I tied it around my wrist.
I’m about to close the journal when a piece of colorful thread catches my eye. I pick it up, revealing the pink and blue friendship bracelet that was tied to the water bottle. I promise myself, I won’t ever, ever forget.
Art:
Art by me, with my other viscet Erin
