

Polaris and Symphony of Dreams.
No story, 'cause I'm a (lazy) rebel like that.
Robojam200 wrote:x
Bubble♂ x Glacier♀
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Bubble
We were both outcasts at our school. Considered rare, diagnosed with an uncureable virus. PPS. With it, you could never grow up. Never have a family. There was no cure. Me and another pup, named Glacier, were both living with it. It saddened our familes that we could never grow up. But it is the most painful for us. Being in the same class for years, never moving on. Learning the same things over and over. Watching our few friends graduate while we watch silently, sadly in the crowd. The teachers would let us graduate. They know we are smart enough. But it's the law. We have PPS, we never can. I glance sideways. Glacier is setting next to me for this graduation ceremony. She looks sad, but almost bored as well. We've been through it about 5 times, at least. We are older than some of the pups graduating. We wish we could be with them, up on the stage, with spotlights on us. But we're not. Just passed everyday, the small while others grow. They become taller, bigger, and crueler to us. But we can't fight back. At least I have Glacier. We have been through so much, you could probably consider us more than friends. I feel a ruffle of fur, and Glacier is leaning on me, asleep. I start to redden, not that it's visible, since I'm already magenta. I resist the urge to laugh. She finds the ceremony that boring. I start to prod her in the side.
Glacier
I wake up suddenly to find Bubble prodding me gently in the side, laughing quietly. I throw him a mock annoyence look and prod him back. We start a prod fight. 'Shh!' says a teenage dog, looking other her shoulder with a dissaproved look on her face. I snigger. Oh well. I guess if we were grown we would not have the pleasure of that.I look back to Bubble, he's doubled over in silent laughter. I start the prodding fight again, and he sits back up. He grins, but there is sadness in his eyes. I know he's thinking the same thing. About the virus. About PPS. We both hate having it. There was a complex set of rules you had to follow if you got the diagnosess. No going out later than 10, blargh like that. I hesitently rest my head against his shoulder blaze again. I do love him, simply because we have been with each other, thinck and thin, throughout all theses years. But we can never be together. Not with PPS. I can tell him all I like, but I doubt there will ever be a cure. We'll be stuck like this for a long time. Maybe forever.
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