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I Dreamed Last Night, Mom

by Catiegurl87

I brushed a lock of my long white hair from between my ears. I was lost in concentration. This painting had to be perfect! I stared at the tall sand dunes hovering like guardians of the rolling blue sea in my picture. I began to work on the sunset that rose from the horizon of my ocean.

I am not like other Unis. I own no make-up and I don’t really worry about my appearance. My thick white mane is unruly and long. My green coat is un-brushed.

I looked up from my picture to view my bedroom. It had once been a very attractive room made of glowing furniture, but I had gotten rid of all of it, save the bed. I had transformed my room in to an art studio.

The left wall I had dedicated to my paintings, they hung on nearly every inch of space. The right wall was lined with large canvases, ready to be painted. I had taken some spare paint and transformed my other walls into streaks of colorful rainbows. I loved my room/studio because I loved to paint. I wanted to be an artist someday.

Just then my mother walked into the room. She smiled at me and said, “Abril, it is time to get ready for school.”

Dart! I was in the middle of my sunset! I liked going to the Training School, I guess. I was already Level 19, but I would rather stay at home and work on my pictures.

I looked at my mother. She is very pretty. She always has a light touch of make-up on. She does her hair in a cute side part. She is 14 years old and she loves me dearly. She always tells me how special I am. I was created in the month of April so my mother named me April in Spanish; Abril.

She looked over my shoulders to see my painting. “That is very beautiful, Abril. I wish you could stay home and work on it but I must go to the shop and you must go to school.”

I nodded and started putting away my paints. I looked at the clock near my bed. Oh no! I was going to be late! “Gotta go, Mom! I will see you at lunch time!” I called running down the steps to meet my best friend; Dylan so we could walk to school together. Little did I know that something terrible was about to happen, that would change my life.

***

“Abril! Are you listening?” Mrs. Stimple yelled from the front of the room. I looked up from my doodling.

“Uh....Yes,” I said hopefully. She narrowed her eyes at me. She was a tall green Pteri and about as old as Tyrannian itself.

“That is “yes Ma’am” to you little Missy! Now stop coloring and pay attention or else I will be forced to—

The door to our classroom swung open, cutting her off. There stood my mother, tears in her eyes. I stared at her as she sobbed, “Abril! Thank the Uber Faeries that you are OK!”

“Mommy! What happened?” I choked. The whole class was staring at me. Dylan looked at my mother expectantly, his eyes full of worry. Mrs. Stimple took my mother’s hand and sat her down.

“Oh! It was terrible! Some tall man stopped me on my way to the shop! He told me to give him my password or else! I was terrified, and thinking of the safety of Abril I gave it to him! How stupid of me! He took everything, Abril. Our NeoHome on the South Beach of Mystery Island, all of my savings, and…your paintings!” My mother finished shaking her head sadly.

“No! Why did this happen? Mommy, what are we gonna do?” I asked, trying to hold back tears. Dylan looked at me, shaking his head. He is a round, green Jetsam that hates water. His eyes were shadowed with despair.

“Honey, you will have to go to the pound until I can set up another account. It will only be for a little while, OK?” She asked.

“Then I will get to go back home, right Mom?” I asked. She looked at me, but her eyes went through me. She nodded saying, “No one will adopt you! I will get you, don’t worry. Nothing will go wrong, nothing.”

***

I was put into a small cage with murky water and a piece of toast. I wanted to cry or scream or both! I was terrified for my safety. This place is so scary! Just then a little boy with a face full of freckles walked in. At his side was a young, yellow Kougra. The boy looked up and down the row of cages.

He passed me and then turned around. “Hey!” He yelled. He stared at me for a moment then said, “You are Level 19! Wow! I bet you have an expensive PetPet too!” I gulped, trying to hide my little Bluna behind my back. I could felt it quivering with fear as the Kougra approached.

“I don’t have a PetPet! Go away! My Mom is coming back for me soon! You leave me alone,” I said hotly. The Kougra walked up to me, narrowing his eyes.

“Look Dad! The little liar does have a PetPet! It is a Bluna!” He said cruelly. Painter, my Bluna whimpered. Oh! Look at the trouble he had gotten us into!

“Well! You are gonna come home with me! I could sell you or you Bluna for a fine price! Prince_8990 you get a new sister!” Said the boy, with a laugh. No, I wanted to yell! They couldn’t take me! Where was Momma? I looked at the door hopefully, but she didn’t come in and I was dragged from my cage up to the main desk.

***

“Please Sir! I will pay you as soon as I have the NP! Just give me back Abril! I miss her. You have to understand that I was the victim of a thief and she had to go to the pound while I made a new account.” I could hear my mother saying over the phone.

The boy who was my new owner shook his head, “Unless you have the NP now you aren’t gonna get her! I don’t have to give her back to you anyway! Her hair is a mess! I could say that you mistreated her,” he laughed. Then hung up the phone.

I was crouched in a small corner of the small living room of this boy’s NeoHome. Prince, the Kougra was watching me closely. “Don’t try anything you little brat! You are gonna make my owner rich and then I will be painted silver!” He growled happily. I looked around the room. Painter had been stuffed into a small box and was crying for me.

“Let me comfort him! Please!” I begged Prince. He shook his head, “No way! You are not going anywhere!” Just then the doorbell rang. Help, I wanted to call, but I stayed silent.

My owner opened the front door. “Umm, Sir. I think you have, uh…a Uni that you recently came in possession of?” Said a small voice. I knew that voice! It was Dylan!

“Yeah, what is it to you?” Muttered my owner. Dylan cleared his throat, “Well, you may not know this, but her mother’s account was stolen. We don’t know who the thief is but seeing how you have her pet we will have to bring you in for questioning!”

My owner went pale, “I didn’t steal anything! I adopted her! Honest! Who are you anyway?” Dylan puffed out his chest and said, “I am with the Official Police Guild, sir. And if you don’t give over that Uni to her mother we will be forced to contact the NeoPets Team and they will take you in for interrogation.”

I couldn’t believe it! Dylan had come to save me! My owner looked at me then at Dylan. He shook his head morbidly, “Fine! Take her! I didn’t steal anything, and this is an injustice! I refuse to go in for questioning for something I didn’t do! So take her! I don’t want her!”

Dylan came over to me, winked then picked up Painter. He nodded at my owner, “Thank you, sir! You did the right thing.” With that we left.

My mother contacted the NeoPets Team as soon as I was home. She told them about the stealing and they put our account on lock down. As it turned out they later unfroze it when they decided the thief was gone. We moved back into our home. My mother changed her keys and we were safe!

I proudly finished my painting and hung it on the wall. I reached over and patted Painter, who sat on my bed. My mother walked in the room. She hugged me saying, “We had quite an adventure, huh?”

I laughed and said, “I dreamed last night, Mom.” She looked at me and asked, “What was it about?”

“I dreamed that you, and Dylan, and Painter were with me on the beach in my picture. We were laughing and I realized how lucky I was to have you all, no matter what happens and that you will always love me and look after me.”

“Well,” said my mother, “Sounds like your dream came true.” And she hugged me.

The End

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