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Chain Reaction

“You won’t get anywhere being nice.”
That was the last sentence my best friend spoke to me. I had told him he was being kind of rude to me and all my friends. I had confronted him without my manners, starting with “I hate you, stupid nose-picker!” I knew it would upset him, and behold- it had worked. He was angry. Furious, in fact. He chucked out some nasty comebacks, then turned his back on me and waved. He walked away then, but before he left he spoke to me those words- the last words. And with that, he exited the tribe. He probably has forgotten all about me.

After that I got way meaner, way ruder, and bossy. Right now there’s only two people in my tribe- Catic and me. “You know, you are hurting me. You hurt all of us. Tomue has been gone for years, Slatni. You HAVE to get over it…” That was Catic of course, with my daily dose of lecture.

I blew up then. “WELL YA KNOW WHAT? THAT ISN’T HELPING. IT REALLY, REALLY AIN’T.” My western accent showed through, which meant trouble. I always hid my accent, unless I was really mad. Catic sighed, staring at me. “I don’t think I can help you at all now,” she muttered, and turned. I started sobbing. “Don’t leave like Tomue did! Don’t…”

But she was gone. It was all me now, in the tribe Tomue and I had created. Big neon green letters sparkled out at me on the wall- our tribe name. “Toto’s Road.” It almost seemed to mock me, the gleaming words.
I decided that I had to change. Tomue had broken me, now there was no one but me to repair myself. I had steeled myself when Tomue left, now I brushed the dust off my shoulders and stood from the chair I had sat in for years. My legs wobbled as I tried to find my balance.

After about 30 minutes I was up and about, dusting the house. I removed the green letters and made a “For Sale” sign. I packed my bags and left, holding on to a belief that there was still hope left.
I had gathered about 1000 cheese after a month, with endless hard work. Dozens of friend opportunities had came and gone, yet my friend list was empty, void of nice, kind friends to help me in my journey.
But that day, I saw a familiar face in my usual room, vanilla20. Tomue. Then a lot of mice came, presumably following him. Catic… all of the tribe members. Tomue was about to go in and get a first when he saw me gaping at him. “Slatni…” he began, but I cut him off. “You ruined my life, you broke me and made me mean, you made me into a rock that wouldn’t let anyone in,” I said.

“I’m so sorry,” he laughed. “But I don’t care about your stupid problems. Go annoy some other mouse.”
Catic and the former tribe members overheard this. “That- that’s terrible of you,” Catic broke in. “She finally fixed herself from your departure and now you’re ready to hurt her again.” Catic looked at me sympathetically.

I glared at Tomue. “You can’t always be this mean, Tom. You have to be kind to get friends.”
Tomue gestured at Catic and the others. “I have minions, that’s about the same.” Catic looked uneasy, her eyes fixed on the ground. “I pay them and favo them, in return they follow me and back me up in arguments, and also they favo me in survivor,” Tomue announced.

I choked, searching for words. I looked at Catic, who was slowly nodding. I put my face in my paws and started crying. Catic put her paw on my shoulder and I whimpered.
“I really needed cheese…” Catic protested. “And I- I needed firsts,” said a brown mouse. I finally removed my paws and studied them. “I’m glad you guys aren’t my friends anymore.”

Catic looked like a wounded puppy as I stepped back, my glare full of frosty truth. Tomue looked surprised and a bit scared that his “minions” would abandon him. “I won’t try to convince you to take us back,” Catic began sadly. “But I will not ‘serve’ this idiot anymore.” She threw a nasty look towards Tomue as she departed the room. The other mice also left, leaving only Tomue and me. “I’m really sorry,” he apologized.
“It’s too late for that,” I murmured as I left.

Later that day I met an amazing mouse named Gurd. He was near tears as I explained to him what happened to me in the past. Then, to my surprise, he hugged me and told me that I was his only and first friend. I was in shock. “Really?” I had asked. “Really,” he confirmed.

From then on we were always gathering cheese together. One night I met another sympathetic and friendly mouse. We were like the three musketeers. We even started up a new tribe called “The Three Mousketeers.”
I was happy with my new tribe, and soon it was piled with kind, thoughtful mice. Not a single mouse was rude to me. It was paradise. Soon the fishing event came and my whole tribe, including me, went to room vanilla20 to fish and find new items. It would be a great adventure!

Tomue, to my surprise, was back-floating in a pond and sobbing. He explained to me that he felt so guilty for his actions, and I forgave him and let him in my tribe. Of course, he got no special treatment like in our old tribe, as I still held a bit of a grudge, even though I claimed to forgive him completely. Now, though, we are all happy, fishing and yelling and hollering, and occasionally teasing.

And to think I was once a miserable mouse forever sitting in a musty old chair, being served food and water daily by Catic. I’m so glad all that’s over with. I am now a very kind mouse who works part-time in a book-store. Many mice have joined my tribe and it is now #2 in the top tribes list. Soon, I hope, we will reach #1. My second in command- or co-leader, Gurd, has been organizing fun tribe events for us all. Sadly, though, I am a very elderly mouse and am aging fast.

As I write this I fear death is coming upon me. Gurd has protested and tried to convince me otherwise, but I am coming to face the fact that I’ll have to elect a new Spiritual Chief. It will be Gurd, of course, and the new co-leader will be Gurd’s decision to make. I am coughing and sputtering and I feel heavy back pains more often than usual.

I have to face the truth. My death bed has been made ready for me. Today I will officially announce Gurd as my successor, and bump him up to Chief. I will then say goodbye to all of my much-loyal tribe mates and friends.

We are like a family now…

MICER GAMES

~CHAPTER ONE~

"Today 24 mice will be chosen to compete in the Micer Games," boomed the fancy tiger-furred mouse.

I gulped, nervously twiddling my thumbs. "Don't be me don't be me don't be me," I pleaded quietly. The fancy mouse smirked and seemed to look right through me. I brushed my brown hair out of my eyes and stared at the bowl full of names.

The tiger-mouse moved her gaze from me and I let out a big sigh. I stared as she twirled around and smiled before neatly putting her paw into the bowl. She removed a perfectly cut slip of white paper and read the name. "Akbennyboy," she said, her voice seeming to echo in my head. 'Ak?' I though as he trudged mournfully up to the stage. But- but Ak is my best friend...

I suddenly got a burst of courage. "I VOLUNTEER!" I yelled, stepping forward. I swept my hair away from my eyes, it always fell there naturally. "Ooo," spoke the fancy mouse. "It's not ever day you see a volunteeeeerr," she said with a grin and a flip of her bright pink hair. The way she said the word volunteer made my skin crawl.

Now everyone's eyes were on me. "I will replace Akbennyboy," I said, loud and firm. Ak started to protest but he was interrupted by the fashionista. "hahahaha," she chuckled. "Very well." She shoved Ak off the stage. I ran to catch him. "You don't have to do this, Pea," he muttered, looking at me with sleep-deprived eyes.

"I will do this for you," I replied. I set him on his feet, and grabbed his shoulders. "Be proud," I said, and turned him around. I then walked up to the stage. My bravery from before was faltering.

"And what's your name, sweetie," asked the mouse.

"I'm Peashaman," I stated plainly. "Nice to meet you," the mouse said sweetly. "I'm Chic."

I looked away from her greedy eyes and stared into the crowd, wondering who the next poor victim would be, hoping it wouldn't be any of my closest friends or family. I head a ruffling sound as Chic drew her hand from the bowl. I glanced at the name before she said it.

~CHAPTER TWO~

It was Ruby. i had seen her around town, encouraging poor mice to try and, well, live. She always hung around the butterfly fields, which I had thought was a strange hobby. She never caught them, just watched them fly. She ran her paw through her purple-pinkish hair as she jogged up to the stage.

Even though this was a terrible thing, being picked to be in the Micer games, she treated it like a free trip to paradise. I had noticed that- how she was always up and about, happy and with a big toothy grin. Her teeth were perfectly white, not a speck of brown, or a piece of corn wedged in. That kinda frustrated me, how she always seemed to be so perfect.

Even though she was acting all happy, I could see misery in her eyes. I followed her gaze to a grown mouse similiar to her, with purple hair. She was waving and wiping a tear at the same time. It must be her mom... I smiled half-heartedly at her, feeling bad. She must be really sad to leave her family behind. I was too of course, but I had a pretty dull life. Hunt, kill, eat, sleep.

This girl actually had a pretty exciting life. One thing I liked about her was the way she savoured every second. I had drifted into a sort of day dream, and the girl, Ruby, nudged me. "Move," she muttered, sadness etched in her voice. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "huh?" I murmured, turning around. "Just follow Chic," Ruby whispered. I nodded a thank you at her and turned to follow Chic off the stage.

"Where are we going?" I asked worriedly. "I just said, we're going to the train station," snapped Chic, grabbing our paws tightly and fast-walking to the nearby station. "When we get to the city, smile and wave, alright?" Chic said, shoving us up the train steps.

All of this was so sudden and hurried. "O-okay," I whimpered, picking a seat in the middle. Ruby sat next to me. When I noticed her, I wiped my tears away. I guess it was sad after all, leaving home, heading to my probable death. Ruby leaned over, close to my ear. "We should team up in the Games, so we don't get killed as quick," she suggested softly. I nodded slowly. "Sounds good," I said plainly.

There was silence for the rest of the ride.

~CHAPTER THREE~

After a long train ride we were finally at the city. After a long carriage ride we reached a tall, shiny white building. When we got inside I gasped, as did Ruby. A dinner table had been made ready for us, the amount of food for a whole town stacked upon it. I almost ran to it, but I stopped myself, remembering my manners.

Then I laid my eyes upon a gorgeous Cheese Pie. It was a golden color, with some holes in it. "wow," I said finally, looking away from the table and instead at Chic.

"Eat all you like," she winked. "Training tomorrow."

I gulped at that. Training? What training? I sighed and with less enthusiasm than before, went on to chow down on some food.

After I was full, I stashed some cheese bits in my jacket pocket before climbing the stairs to my bedroom. I glanced at the card Chic had given me. "Room 55" it read. This would be a longggg walk.

The next day we were escorted into a huge room with complicated training structures. There was a simple wall-jumping structure, but from there it got harder. There was a corner jumping procedure over lava, and so forth. Other tributes were easily manuevering through the obstacles. Chic pushed us in a shut the heavy door, bolting it behind her.

I trudged up to a wall-jumping station, which a very young mouse was having trouble completing. Looking around to make sure the guards weren't noticing, I gave her a push to the top. Ruby appeared behind me.

"We cant help them," she said sternly. I turned, surprised at her sudden arrival. "I-I..." I trailed off, staring at her with a frown.

"It's okay," she squeaked, patting my shoulder. "I won't tell." I smiled at her before quickly wall-jumping up the stone wall. I then slid down an icy slide and skidded to a halt at another station.

"Tarzan" is what the battered-up sign next to it said. I gulped, taking a nervous look at the TA's (Turn-Arounds) before me. An amazingly fast mouse with white fur and blonde hair was making quick work of the course. I have to say, i was very impressed by the mouse's speed. "Wow, great job!" I yelled to her. I saw her visible shudder and almost fall into the pit of water containing robotic sharks.

"u-uhh th-thank you.." she called back faintly, almost in a whisper. Must be shy, I thought, stepping up to the plate. I completed the course after a long while, certainly not as fast as that other mouse, but good enough.

"My-my name is u-um, Flutter," stated the white-furred mouse, adjusting her glasses nervously. "You're very fast," I squeaked, sticking out my paw. She slowly put her paw out and we shook. Now that she was closer, I could see a blue tint in her curly hair. A silver-chained blue heart hung from her tail.

"I-uh, like your tail item," I said, trying to break the awkward silence. "Th-thanks," she stammered, nodding and grinning. "So-uh, wh-what's your best skill?" she asked, her eyes blinking curiously at me.

"Oh, I dunno," I replied. "Nothing, really."

"Oh," she murmured, twirling a lock of hair around her paw. "My best is the TA course..." she said shyly.

I was about to respond when a group of rowdy teenaged mice headed towards us. "Hey, skinny bones," one called to Flutter. She hid her face in her paws with a whimper. "Do you bully this innocent mouse?" I asked loudly, taking a brave step towards the trouble-makers.

The leader stepped out and chuckled. "Why yes, and we've found another skinny one to bully too,"

I did a front flip towards him and double-kicked him in the chin, knocking him back. I flipped my hair back and panted, shooting him a nasty glare. He rubbed his sore chin and stared at me in amazement. Then one of his pals approached me. "Ha, your good at flips but can you do this?"

With amazing speed he twirled around,becoming a sort of mouse tornado. He slowly spun towards me, punches and kicks flying out at random. I laughed and stuck out my foot, tripping him. He shook his head and dizzily got to his feet. "Fine, you won this time, skinny, but we'll get you in the Games," he threatened, walking off with the help of his gang.

"I bet that's your skill, fighting." That was Flutter, grinning at me. "I bet," I replied, smiling back. Just then Ruby came over. "Hey, want to do the three-legged alligator hop with me?" she inquired, ignoring Flutter, who was hiding behind me. "Sure," I answered. I turned. "See ya, Flutter," I said before jogging off towards the course.

"See ya," she called faintly.