Heather's New Home: Part Two
"Heather feather!" called a soft voice. She spun around,
looking into the eyes of Sheb, the ghost Jetsam. "Liski told you we'd be waiting,
Heather nodded. Liski and her other pals joined
Sheb. "Shake out your pockets," the Darigan Kougra told her.
"I mean, turn your pockets inside out," she
replied, rolling her eyes.
"Or, we'll do it for you," the Grarrl said.
He and the Jetsam reached into the side of her blue dress. When they turned
out her pockets, Liski picked up the items. She looked at a green book. "Illusen's
Ixi? What a great read," she said sarcastically. "And look, a cute little Yellow
Ixi Notebook. I assume your greatest secrets are here."
"No! That's my address book. Please don't take
it!" Heather cried.
"Aw, why would we need some faerie-hairy-friend
address book?" the Aisha laughed. "Ahh, but look. There's something useful."
She looked at the bag of neopoints in her hand. "It's heavy."
"No, that is my money I got for my birthday!
Give that back!"
"Make me." Liski turned, and she and her friends
walked off. Heather picked up her books, close to tears. It was pointless trying
to get her money back now. She sat back on the rock, sulking, waiting for the
That night when Heather finished her homework,
she was about to go down to dinner when Carmen knocked on the door. The girl
walked in. "Heather, we're a bit low on food. Either you go out and get us some
milk, or buy from your school cafeteria tomorrow. I can't, I'm still fixing
"I can finish fixing it while you go out."
"I'm afraid it's a bit too dangerous, I'm making
Blue Bomberry salad. I need to heat it a bit... and you know how they can explode."
"Alright, Carmen, I'll go."
Carmen gave Heather directions and some cash,
and Heather was on her way. The little store was on the corner of Evil Street
and Tombstone Road, a block away. To get there she had to walk past the Game
Graveyard, the place where most of the shrieks at night came from. I guess
games are alive, Heather thought with a shiver. She walked past the old
iron creaky fence, trying to move fast.
Suddenly someone grabbed her by the arm. She
tried to scream, but no voice came out. She wheeled around, looking straight
into the eyes of Sheb, the ghost Jetsam.
"Let go of me!" she cried.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
"What do you think? You're jingling all over,
I suspect that Faerie-lovin' owner of yours finally gave you your weekly allowance?"
"Go away!" she shrieked.
Heather, looking into the glowing red eyes of
the Jetsam, decided she couldn't let them bully her. They would get her, eventually,
of course, but she couldn't let them do it now.
"All right, all right, but I have to get them,
they're in my backpack," she lied. The Jetsam let go of her, and instead of
turning around, Heather bolted straight for the woods on the other side of the
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" the
Jetsam called after her, but she didn't turn around. After running for a long
time, she stopped to catch her breath. It was dark here, she could see the first
stars coming out above the treetops. She sat down on a log, trying to think
of what to do next. The Jetsam would give up, after all, she didn't have that
many Neopoints on her, and at the same time she knew she couldn't go back. Heather
felt that going back would somehow provoke the bullies.
Suddenly, she heard a twig snap. She looked
around, seeing a running silhouette of someone. As it came closer she realized
it was a rainbow Bori, apparently running after something. "Oh, sorry," he panted.
"I was just looking for my Doglefox, Chash. Have you seen him?"
"Uh, no," Heather replied.
"Oh, sorry to bother you. He escaped today when
I opened the door." He laughed. "What's your name? Do you live here?"
Heather, taken aback by his straightforwardness,
answered, "My name is Heather. I uh-- yeah. I moved from Faerieland."
"Faerieland? That's cool! Mine is Sam. We used
to live on Mystery Island. My sisters and owner, I mean."
"Oh... so you have a petpet?"
"We all do. Maria, she's the pretty Christmas
Wocky, she's got herself a Meowclops, Carrie, a Plushie Kacheek, has this Plushie
Rock, and Tess the Island Krawk has a Faellie. Why, don't you have one? Do any
of your brothers or sisters have one?"
"Well, no. I never thought about it. And --
I don't have any brothers or sisters, anymore. They -- were lost. My owner's
other account," Heather sighed.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Hey -- look at the time!"
Sam glanced at his watch. "Dinner! Would you like to come with me? You can send
your owner a neomail saying you'll be here. My owner won't mind."
So that's what they did. Carmen was happy about
how things turned out, and Heather promised she'd tell her everything when she
got home. It turned out Gillian, Sam's owner, was a wonderful cook. They had
fixed a delicious Angel Hair Salad (saying she got the recipe from the Kelp
owner himself), along with a beautiful Blueberry Deluxe Cake and some Mulled
"So, is this the type of food you have every
day?" Heather asked after they finished, licking her lips.
"Oh, yeah, usually. Gillian has about a thousand
cookbooks with about a thousand recipes in each," he laughed. "But yes, we usually
have something like that."
"Well... shouldn't you be getting home now?"
"Oh, yes. It might be quite a long walk, though."
"Where do you live?"
"Tombstone Road," Heather said, giving him her
"Hey, that sounds familiar... I'll walk you
home. Let's take a shortcut through the woods." So they went to the back of
the house, and entered the forest.
"So, are you going to school?" Heather asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I start tomorrow.
I'll be in Spider Lane School."
"Oh, really? That's where I go to!"
"Cool! It sounds like fun."
"Well... it... listen, you'll get bullied,"
Heather told him.
"They took about 2000 neopoints from me today,
and they were going to take more if I hadn't run into the woods."
"Oh. Well, bullies don't scare me." They walked
in silence for a while, when suddenly Heather spotted her own house right ahead
"How did you know I lived here?" she asked,
"Well... I've been searching all over for Chash,
you know, and I remember seeing your house. When you told me here you lived
I remembered it was right behind mine," he grinned.
"Okay, well, see you tomorrow," Heather said.
"Bye," Sam replied.
"How was it at, uh, Sam's house?" Carmen asked
when Heather walked through the door.
"It was great. Gillian, his owner, cooks great
"Well, good night, Heather."
Heather only remembered she promised Carmen
that she would tell her what happened at school when she was already in bed.
Actually, it was the last thing she thought that day.
"Attention, class," Mrs. Kast told them the
next morning. "We have a new student, Sam. Be nice and ask good questions. Come
in," she said to the door. Sam walked in, smiling. Heather couldn't help but
"Tell us a bit about yourself," Mrs. Kast told
"Well, I used to live on Mystery Island," he
started. "I have three sisters, Maria, Tess, and Carrie. A Christmas Wocky,
Island Krawk, and Plushie Kacheek. My owner's name is Gillian. We each have
a petpet: I have a Blue Doglefox named Chash, Maria has a Meowclops, Tess has
a Faellie, and Carrie has a Rock..."
There were murmers around the classroom. Heather's
grin was getting smaller, it was obvious Sam made a great target for his new
classmates. Sam just kept talking. "My owner likes to cook and sew. I love reading
and playing sports--"
"Very well then, Sam," Mrs Kast stopped him.
"We really do need to get our math done." She handed out sheets of paper.
Sam found an empty desk beside Heather's. "This
looks like a good school so far to me," he told her but Heather just smiled.
Sam sat with Heather during lunch. They got
even more frowns, which made Heather look down at her food (Carmen had run out
yesterday to buy more). Sam ignored them, talking about his life and his family.
Liski came over. "So, I see you've got a new
"Yes," Sam replied.
"Wow, you're lucky to have found someone whose
appearance is just as silly as yours," Liski said sarcastically, eyeing his
"I'm sure she's 10 times more lucky than you
ever were. Probably 10 times smarter, too," Sam told her. Liski just walked
"They're going to get you," Heather warned.
Sam ignored her statement.
After they finished lunch, they went outside,
to the edge of the woods. Heather saw Tefton and Kermis marching toward them.
"Watch out," Heather whispered.
"So, the little Faerie couple," Kremis smirked.
"And I suppose you are the two bossy idiots
that are supposedly the meanest pets in the school, but are really not because
you simply force everyone to say that?" Sam asked them.
"Well, we, uh..."
"Yes? Is there a fee I have to pay for not being
liked by the majority of the school?"
"Oh, uh... come on, Tefton." The two turned
"How do you do that?" Heather asked Sam, her
"I laugh at them. Have them taste their own
medicine. Heather, you can't let them anger you, or scare you. It makes them
stronger, but if you laugh at everything they do it confuses them, makes them
uncomfortable. After all, having two people laughing at each other is a pretty
weird and uncommon thing," Sam said. Heather stared at him. "It will scare them
off. Another few incidents like this, and they'll just start to ignore us."
"Sam! Sam!" Heather cried, running up to his
"I told Carmen what happened, she's going to
try to get my neopoints back that were stolen from me."
"But that's not the only good news. She said
my brothers and sisters were found! They're back! Because of that, we are going
to visit them and my old friends."
"And she said I can take someone with me. I
"That's great! Thanks!" Sam siled, stroking
Chash's fur as the petpet played with a ball.
"So, you found him?"
"Yeah. Gill was looking through the shed and
he was curled up on some rugs," Sam told her. "And I'll check with Gillian to
see if I can go."
Sam, Heather, and Carmen walked through Faerieland.
"Wow, Faerieland is beautiful," Sam commented, amazed. "You used to live here?"
"I sure wish I did."
"There!" Carmen said, pointing. "That's our
They opened the door, and were nearly suffocated
by four pets; Todd, Heather's Disco Chomby brother, Sarah, a little White Aisha,
Martin, a Sketch Eyrie, and Brenda, the Pink Lenny.
"Everyone," Heather shouted. "Meet Sam, my new
friend. Sam, this is Todd, Sarah, Martin, and Brenda."
For the weekend that they were there, they all
had lots of fun. Sam was interested in Martin's collection of posters, and in
Todd's petpet, an Island Noil. They went to see Jhudora, and even caught a glimpse
of Fyora herself.
"That was my best weeked ever," Sam said once
they were back at Sam's house. "Maybe if you could ask Carmen and I'll ask Gill
we can move to Faerieland."
"I thought you liked it here," Heather said.
"Not as much as Faerieland. After all, it is
nice when others are nice to you."
"They are nice to us here, now," Heather reminded
"They're only nice because they're scared of
us. They really hate us inside."
"Carmen, can I talk to you?" Heather asked as
she walked through her front door.
"Sam really likes it in Faerieland, and we both
don't really like it here."
"And your point is?" Carmen questioned.
"My point is that I want to move back to Faerieland.
Sam is asking Gillian."
"I don't see why not, since we have a house
there full of family that miss us so. Matters if Gillian will mind."
"Hooray! Thanks, Carm, you're the best."
"Did you ask Gillian, Sam?" Heather asked.
"Yup. She said yes if your owner said yes."
"That's almost exactly what Carmen said!"
"We're moving to Faerieland!" both of them cried