TRISTAN, AKA:CURLY (sneak peak) October 28, 2007

Tristan. is a boy. which is more than anyone in my class can say. well, except for Mr.Robot, but that’s beside the point. the point is that Tristan is a boy. an annoying, short, twisted little boy. plus, he’s a sixth grader. yes, he is a little sixth grader. but i vowed my life to writing the true nature of every interesting person i ever meet, and Tristan is interesting alright. so here’s how i found out…

we met on a warm, not really summer day. it was during PE of course, cause i’m in sixth grade PE. cause of stupid math. pathetic. but anyway. he was over there, and i was over here. it was love at first sight. yes, i. was in love. i mean, how could you not love it? his hair was so awesome and curly. i couldn’t stop thinking about it. because as you don’t know, i have a thing for fros. don’t ask why. i just like ‘em. but this fro, was SPECIAL.

i befriended Tristan. i mean, how could i not. i now call him Curly. and he responds to Curly. which i like. so, he has awesome hair, as we all know. but…there’s more to the story…

so, the other day. i was looking at his hair. his totally awesome curly hair. when i saw him take a bite. it all comes down to this…

so some…4225 days ago, Tristan was born. in the normal sense. which is odd, because not many people i know are born normal. in fact, he is the only person i know of on this earth that is pure normal human. so, fast forward 3652 days into the future. well, 573 days in the past i should say. Tristan is now exactly ten years old. he has just become victim to really bad hair. so, so, sad. well, not that bad of hair, he just doesn’t like it. so, he takes a visit to Dr.The Doctor. now, i know Dr.The Doctor is a dentist, but he also is a victim of male pattern baldness, and he has experience in hair transplant.

so, Tristan walks into the office. all shy and not thinking he has good hair and whatnot.  he takes a seat in The Chair. and suddenly, a black object drops from an air vent on the ceiling. he blinks, and there is a girl in front of him. then, he feels a sharp ping of pain on the front of his not stylish little head, and everything goes black.

Dr.The Doctor as you don’t know, never does traditional operations. he didn’t have hair, or even fake hair lying around. but what he did have was his left over Jack in the Box lunch. he pulled out the curly fries, looked at them, and shrugged. he was trying to watch his weight and all. and he didn’t need the EXTRA salt. he decided it would have to do. he did the operation and woke Tristan up.

Tristan woke to find himself looking in the mirror at the dentist’s office. he smiled. “hey. i look good.” he posed, he danced, he karaoked. he smiled, he frowned, he pouted. he was beautiful! or, so he thought.

theres more. but im not done.

 -Lizzy-wa OUT!