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Confessions of a nine-year-old fan-girl

My first anime crush started when I was nine-years-old, and just beginning to discover anime. Now my favorite, (and the only one I really watched) was Digimon Frontier. And in that show, one character kept me hooked to it. I thought an episode was boring if he didn't have any screen time. That character was Tommy Himi.

I can't remember exactly why I liked him so much, but I think I can probably guess. Back in third grade, when my crush began, I was a lonely, depressed little girl, who often cried over trivial things. Tommy acted the same way a lot of the time, and he was the same age as me. I could actually relate to him.

I loved him a lot, but I had a funny way of showing it. You see, I was a dark, slightly twisted nine-year-old. Instead of writing bad fan-fiction, or drawing horrible fan-art if I liked a character, I had violent daydreams. And the more I liked a certain character, the more the character had terrible things happen to them in these daydreams. Tommy was almost always in these day-dreams, and he was always the one to get hurt the worst. On a more normal fan-girl side, I used to doodle drawings of Kumamon, his digimon, in my notebook all the time.

Looking back, I'm kind of embarrassed. But at the same time, I think it's kind of sweet how I got attached to him.

I still love him, but more in a sisterly kind of way then a "omg I want to date him!" kind of way.

The little red haired boy

This whole thing with the little red-haired boy, Clay, all started completely by chance. If I had chosen a different seat that day, maybe I wouldn't even be typing this. It all started one day in GRC, while we were in the library, researching for a project on inventions. I was just minding my own business, when Clay leaned over and asked me something. I answered his question, and somehow that led to even more questions, which I also answered. Every day after that, he continued to sit next to me, while I did my research, asking me questions, and accusing of cheating if I looked at his computer, even though we were researching two totally different things. I didn't like that much, but there wasn't really nothing I could do about it.

Then the question's he asked me started to change. Questions that had once been about my project, became questions like, "Who do you like?" or "Doesn't your brother have some strange nickname?" And somehow, he got the answer to everyone of them. He used that information too. He threatened that if I stopped talking to him, he would tell my crush how I felt about him. One day, after class, he asked me if I would marry him. "No," I had responded.

"Come on," He replied. "I have the ring right here in my pocket."

I wouldn't accept the offer. Around that time, he became worse, and worse. He got ahold of my book and told me that it sounded racist. "Black Magic, huh. Why not call it Canadian Magic? Is the sequel going to be called Hispanic Magic?" He also started saying that he lived in a box underneath my house. I began to dread gong to school, in the mornings, because I knew he would be there, waiting.

Ironically, it ended on Valentine's day. That day, he hardly spoke to me. It was probably because of the conversation we had had the day before. I was sitting on chair working on my book. Clay sat next to me. He started asking the usual questions. "Am I your friend? Am I your best Friend?" Eventually I asked my teacher if I could go to the counselor's office. "Why?" she had asked.

"I need to report Clay for harassment," I replied. The girls in my English class had been telling me to do that for months.

"Very Funny," Clay said. "Nice one."

"No Clay," I said. "I'm serious."

After that he left me alone, although sometimes, I actually missed the attention he gave me, I was happy that he was gone.

A Drawing for Kat: part two

This is the second part of a drawing for Kat. I wasn't going to continue it at first, but littlepooch wanted to know what happened next. So here it goes:

Kat sat on park bench, waiting for Anderson to show up. She looked at her watch. 10:30, the watch said.

"He tricked me!" she exclaimed. "He won't show up at all!"

However, as she began to stand up and leave, she saw two people heading toward her. As the figures came closer, she recognized them as Anderson and his older brother, Henry.

"You're late," She said. "I told you to be here at ten."

"Sorry," Anderson muttered. "here"

He handed her a sheet of paper.

"Thank you," Kat said as she examined the drawing. "This is brilliant!"

"You're welcome." Anderson said. "It's not that good though."

Kat disagreed. The people in the the picture looked so life-like, that it seemed as if they would jump off of the page.

"Are you kidding?" Henry said. "That's one of your best drawings ever!"

"Yeah, it is," Kat said. "You should go to art school when you get older."

"He should," Henry agreed, "but he won't."

"I don't want to," Anderson said.

Kat looked down at her watch. "Hey guys, I have to go."

"Bye!" Henry said, cheerfully. Anderson didn't say anything. He was busy looking at something in the distance.

"Bye," Kat said.

When she got home, Kat hung the drawing on her bedroom wall.

"He really did do a good job on it," She said. "I wonder why he was so against drawing it in the first place?"

It would be many years before she knew the answer.

The End

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A drawing for Kat: A drabble

Title: A drawing for Kat
Series: Original
Characters: Anderson and Kat. Both are Ocs
words: 173

Anderson looked behind him and sighed. That pesky girl, Kat, was still following him.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I already told you!" Kat replied. "I want you to draw me a picture."

"And I already told you, I don't draw anymore," Anderson replied. "So you should just go home."

"Then why do you still carry your sketchbook with you?" Kat asked.

"I don't know," Anderson said. "Look, can you just leave me alone?"

"I'm not leaving until you draw me a picture!" Kat shouted.

"Fine," Anderson said. He took a piece of paper and drew a stick figure on it. "You happy now?"

"No! I want a real drawing!" Kat said.

"This a real drawing, I drew it, didn't I?" Anderson replied.

"No it's not," Kat said. "It doesn't look like the other drawings in your book."

"I'll draw you a picture tonight," Anderson said. "And I'll give it to you tomorrow, at the park.."

"Meet me there at ten" Kat said. "And don't be late."

She skipped down the sidewalk happily, blissfully unaware that Anderson didn't plan to show up at all.