WWW, lounging on the banks of Lake daydreaming…again.
“Webster,” screamed WWW’s mother, “get out of your head!”
I would love to go in space, he thought, and he walked like he was on the moon, closing his eyes imaginatively.
In his dream, he saw a flying meteor in the starry sky. He also saw the earth as a blue ball, listening to the shout of millions of people calling ‘W’ back. He refused to every shout.
As he was walking on the moon, he saw a big rocket landing. When it got to the ground, over 10 great space explorers started talking to W. The amazing space crew named that moon WWW. He was feeling proud, until he heard another voice in his dream. It sounded like his mom.
“WEBSTER!!!”
W finally got out of his head, finding himself in the Derek.
“Get in the house, young man,” said Mother. “I’ve been trying to get you inside for lunch 5 times, and now finally you’re listening.”
“OK, OK, I’m coming,” W responded, running out of the Derek quickly.
When W was inside again, and away from the lake, his mother asked, “What were you dreaming about this time, Webster?”
“I…I…I…” W said repeatedly.
“Come on,” said Mother. “Was it that space dream again?”
W thought fast. Then he said, “NO! I dreamed about…SPORTS!!!”
W couldn’t believe what he said. He didn’t even like sports. Though it was a lie, and he had to get away with it.
“But you don’t like sports,” said Mother. “What sport was it?”
W blurted out, “Pool!”
Pool was the sport he hated most.
“You know what that means?” replied Mother.
W shook his head, and he really didn’t know.
“You know that your father plays pro-pool?”
W nodded.
“Well, now you’re ready to take his place.” Mother put a turkey and ham sandwich in front of W.
“But I have to be 17 to enter the pool team,” he said, “and you know how old I am.”
“12,” chuckled Mother. “I know!”
While W was eating, a 13-year-old eon boy named Spalding was practicing his rocket ball shots backwards. Repeatedly, he made every shot. As Spalding made his next backwards shot, he said, “Nothing but the bottom of the net again….23 times in a row!”
Spalding didn’t like going to space. Not one bit!!! He preferred making choices with the girls. He would do whatever they did. Someday, he would have a pretty wife at age 19. At least that’s what he said.
As Spalding kept shooting, Gleam, a 12-year-old girl, was walking her Chihuahua, Pip, around the neighborhood. Right before Gleam passed Spalding, he said, “Stop where you are!” Gleam stopped confusedly.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Spalding,” answered Spalding, “or you can call me…‘All-Star.’” He threw the ball over the basket without looking. He tried to impress Gleam.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said. “I wouldn’t really call that an ‘All-Star’ shot…SPALDING!!!” Pip barked in agreement.
Spalding turned his head and saw the ball over the basket. Embarrassed, he turned his head to Gleam, his cheeks turning red. Gleam laughed, thinking Spalding was a joke, and she walked away.
Spalding was so mad, and was he mad, he stomped inside the house.
When Spalding got inside, he saw his brother, Blamey, age 17, playing his rock guitar, and his mother making lunch.
“What’s for lunch this time, Ma?” Spalding asked his mother.
“Something you’d like,” she answered. “SALAMI WITH TURKEY STUFFING!!!”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” said Spalding.
“I like it,” said Blamey, stopping the guitar. “It tastes like…let’s see…MY GIRLFRIEND!!!”
“Don’t you even know what your girlfriend tastes like?” asked Spalding, chuckling.
“Yes, actually,” chuckled Blamey. Spalding stopped laughing. “Her lips taste like salami with turkey stuffing. Exactly why I like it.” Spalding just rolled his eyes, like Blamey was an imbecile.
“Eat your lunch,” said Mother, “or you’ll be spanked on the butt, and I’ll tell your dad you stopped a girl in the middle of the sidewalk.”
“Oh,” said Spalding. “You saw that?”
Numel, a 14-year-old boy, while Spalding was eating his disgusting lunch, was walking in a deep hole next to his home.
As he was walking, he heard an echo. It was very familiar. It sounded like…
His brother, Mildred, a 10-year-old boy with orange hair and freckles.
“Little bro,” said Numel. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Neither should you,” said Mildred. “I was just looking for you. Mom wants you in the house right away. She knows you’re here.”
“Dang,” said Numel. He walked out the hole and to the house.
“Numelister Winter Jackson,” screamed Numel’s mother, Numel sitting in the Bad Boy Chair. “You can’t just sneak out of the house and over to the hole without your permission.”
“Mom,” said Numel, “You know Father doesn’t care about me going alone with no permission.”
“But I’m not your father, son,” said Mother. “I’m your mother. Now go to your room and read the rest of the evening, or SO HELP ME…”
“Mom,” interrupted Numel. “I’m going, OK?” And he walked up to his room.
In his room, he had all kinds of books and knick-knacks, and stuff. He liked his room, and he always said he would never give up his room for anything, except, perhaps, a space adventure. He doubted that would ever happen, but he really did want to give up his room for a space adventure. He even had a space satellite model hanging up on his ceiling, and fifty-five of his favorite astronaut action figures, with a Lego spaceship and Lego people in the ship. He had everything a space knick-knack collector could have. He LOVED his room!
While in his room, he picked up a book from under his bed. It was called, “Space, The Final Frontier by Douglas Space Adventurer”. He opened the book, going to his favorite page: The Solar System”. He looked at his favorite planet, Jupiter. He looked at the picture for about 4 seconds, and then he closed his eyes, imagining he was on Jupiter, with his great white astronaut suit, and 55 other famous explorers. He was floating in no gravity, like an astronaut would be.
Behind him, he saw Mars, and in front of him, he saw Saturn. It was as beautiful as the eye could see. Then he saw a rocket ship. It said “S.S. Numel”. Then he saw a familiar boy flying onto Jupiter. The boy got out, and said, “Get out of your head, Numel!”
He opened his eyes, and saw Mildred in his face.
“Numel, you’ve really got to stop dreaming!” he said.
Calicos, a 14-year-old eon teen, was walking with Dolin, his 16-year-old brother.
“Little dude,” said Dolin, “what do you want to be when you’re big….You know…age 17?”
“I don’t know,” said Calicos; “not a doctor, a psychologist, or a space man.”
“Dude,” said Dolin, rolling his eyes, “don’t choose a space man. THAT JOB STINKS!” he added disgustedly. “That job kills you, man. My prediction is that you should be a psychologist.”
“Well,” Calicos explained, “the truth is that I hate that job.”
“OK, then,” said Dolin. Then he asked, “What about DOCTOR? Dude, that job’s cooler than space man….” He was silent for a moment. Then he said, “OK. It’s not, but it’s a good job. You shouldn’t even be a space man. I said before, the job sucks and it kills you!!!”
“That’s what you think,” said Calicos, looking at the moon from the night sky. He ran to the trampoline next to their home. Dolin clapped his hand on his face. Idiot, he thought. He walked to his house, taking no notice of Calicos jumping on the tramp.
Calicos wanted to be the cow that jumped over the moon or maybe a man on the moon, so he pretended to jump onto the moon from his tramp he got with his own $600, and out of Eonth.
Calicos called his trampoline, or at least it was what the store workers called it, EonPoline 2003. It was a big tramp, and it came from The Eon World’s PRICE CHOPPER, and it was located in Enoggades Town. You people on Earth may think it’s a place, but it is….Only just on Eonth, our eon version of Earth.
While Calicos was pretending, Dolin was watching EMTV. (Eon Music Television) He turned his head to take a glimpse at Calicos, and then turned his head to his mother.
“Mom,” said Dolin, “Calicos is acting stupid. He’s pretending to jump to the moon, like the cow or something.”
“Well, how do you know?” asked Mom, turning her head to Dolin, waiting for an answer.
“I—” stammered Dolin, thinking of an answer. Then he answered, “Well, I was asking him what job he wanted to have, and he said doctor, psychologist, or space man. I said…that a space man would be a stupid job, and that it could kill you, so—”
Mother interrupted, “Well, it can, but does he believe it?”
“I was just getting to that, Mom,” replied Dolin.
“Oh, did I interrupt you,” she said in a baby voice. “I’m very SORRY.” Then she laughed, and Dolin continued,
“So he just started jumping on his tramp, pretending he was the cow that jumped to the moon.”
“Nice story,” said Mother, “but how do you know he was being the cow?”
“I—I—” stammered Dolin. He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. But he looks so much like he’s doing it…like an irregular.”
“Don’t call your brother an irregular,” said Mother. “He’s just…different.”
“Yeah, different,” responded Dolin, turning his head back to Calicos.
Up in the starry space, while Calicos was jumping foolishly, a man was on the moon. He was collecting loose moon rocks for the trip back, so he could prove that he walked on the moon. As he was collecting, he heard a beeping noise. It was the man’s satellite radio, telling him somebody was calling him. He got out his phone, and looked at the name…
GLEAM BLISS
…his daughter.
You remember Gleam; the girl that thought Spalding was a joke. Well, her father answered the call, and Gleam said, “Hey, Dad. How’s the mission going?”
“It’s good,” said Dad, “and I got 12 rocks in the ship right now. How’s life back on Eonth, honey?”
“Good,” said Gleam, but then she added, “Well, not bad. Some boy named Spalding saw me today, and thought I was pretty. He was trying to impress me.”
Gleam was a bossy young lady. She spent every day in her room after school. On the weekends, she would play her Wii. She was always getting into mischief on the internet, FACEBOOKing everyone, video chatting, and turning off the Apple Firewall. While she was usually talking on the phone, she would e-mail the friend she was talking to, and send a picture from the phone as quick as an eagle.
“That boy sounds…” said Gleam’s father. He didn’t finish what he was going to say, so he changed the sentence. He asked, “Do you like him?”
Missy Bliss scoffed, and said bossily, “I so don’t!!!”
“Was he like you?” Father asked. “Bossy, and spoiled, whiney, non-sporty…”
“No,” answered Gleam. “He was sporty, and non-impressive. That’s pretty much all I know about him.”
“Well,” said Father, “why are you calling me, Gleam?”
“I was just wondering if I could turn on the space camera on my Apple. I wanted to watch you, if the camera is 3-D.”
“Go on. The camera is 3-D.”
Gleam turned on the iSpace program on her Apple, and a window popped up quickly, showing the 3-D space camera. The camera viewed the moon next door to Eonth, where Gleam’s dad was. As she zoomed in for a closer look at Eonth’s moon, she saw her father. His face was as clear as HD.
“Dad,” continued Gleam, “I can see you from here.”
“I know,” said Dad. “That camera is 1 foot from my face, honey.”
“Sorry,” Gleam apologized, zooming out. Then she asked, “Hey, Dad…when are you coming home?”
“I’m afraid that I don’t know,” answered Dad. “I don’t even have a close guess.”
“Well, um…” Gleam replied quietly, starting to cry. She tried to stop crying, drying her tears away. “I…I hope you c-c-come back, really.” She tried to think of something more to say, but her head wasn’t filled with anything else. She only said, “Well, bye.”
But the phone responded in static.
One day later, learning that her father got attacked by a Moon Walker, a mysterious and blurry alien that couldn’t even be seen in the iSpace camera on Apples, Gleam cried so loud, that she wanted to stay in her room for two days, looking at her father’s pictures…
…that only made her cry more….
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