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"Peter?"

"Um, yeah Xana?"

"This will be my last day here."

"Wait, why would that-... Oh."

"I'll be going to college. Hopefully, I accomplish my dreams, and become a professional director."

"I probably won't do much of anything in my life..."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Eventually, you will, and when that time comes... I hope I get to see it."

She gives Peter a small paper booklet, with writing on the front of it.

"It was nice knowing you. Goodbye, Peter."

...

6 Years Later

"Peter, can I speak to you in my office?"

Peter watched his boss walked away, frustrated, and tired. For Peter, it isn't easy being slow, with a hard time of understanding much around him. And for things to change, it takes more time for him to adapt to almost anything. Example wise, when someone gives him any sort of bad news, his emotions skyrocket into anxiety. Yes, even a small little bad thing that happens can cause him into feeling like garbage.

And today, it was no exception. Walking into his boss's office is never a good thing, especially when this one on one meetings means that he screwed up in some way, and would have to write another report saying so. To him, it's a nightmare, one he cannot escape from, once he hears that god-awful word.

"You're fired."

"... I'm what now?"

"Look, Peter, you aren't doing that well, and I think it's time we... Let you go."

"Let me guess, because I screwed up another order, right? Yes, I sure love the fact that when I screw up, I'm the one that takes the fall, while everyone else is fine."

"Peter, none of us are. We all made mistakes in our field-"

"Then why am I the only one fired?"

"... Because, someone at higher power told me to do so."

"... What a great world we live in, isn't it?"

...

Peter drives home, welcomed by his parents.

"How did work go today, son?"

"I got fired."

"What?... For what reason?"

"Doesn't matter..."

He enters his room, closing the door from behind, as the darkness surrounding him felt safe and secure.

"Welcome back to the world of nothing, I guess..."

Peter jumps onto his bed, opening up his laptop, ready to suck himself into the virtual world and forget everything else around him.

"You really gave up, didn't you?"

He looked up, seeing a red, fluffy creature, staring at him in front of his bed.

"... What the crap?"

"Why you so surprised?"

"... Because, you aren't real."

"Of course I am. I'm part of you, right?"

"... No. You're only part of my imagination. This shouldn't be happening."

Suddenly, the creature slams her paw onto the laptop, closing it shut.

"Well, it is now."

Peter got up, grabbing sort of wand with green glitter at the end, and aims it straight at the creature.

"I'm warning you, I got my glass stick, and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"... Really? A glass stick? You know that's not what it's called, right? Also, it's a toy. What are you gonna do, stab me with- Ow!"

The creature rubbed a paw over her arm, trying to ease the pain, while Peter smiles with delight.

"Yeah, and you thought I was so stupid, didn't you Red?"

The creature named Red turned to Peter and jumped on top of him. They sprawled, rolled, and kicked all over the room, destroying many devices or equipment that Peter owned.

"Will you stop it?!"

"Why should I, when all you do is mop, and complain about everything?!"

"Because it's not my fault!"

"Then who's fault is it?!"

"..."

Peter pushed Red off of him, went over to his desk, and grabbed out a small paper booklet.

"When I was a kid... I didn't know much of anything... I still don't... But, especially back then, I had no one to talk too... I live in a world where I try my hardest to become something greater, but also told how useless I am in the end... It wasn't until I met her..."

"Who?"

Peter turned, his eyes watering up, almost as if he was ready to cry.

"Xana... She was one of the only people back in 9th grade who talked to me, even though I was scared too. We joked, laughed, and shared the things we loved... But, one day that all changed. See, she was 12th grade, so I had to say goodbye to her, even though I wanted to hang out with her some more the year after... But, before she left, she wrote this..."

He hands the booklet to Red, looking over the note, and began to read out loud.

"Peter, you are a very sweet kid, I appreciate your positive attitude! I had fun joking around with you about dinosaurs and George Bush! You have a passion for stories and I encourage you to keep reading them and using your imagination, so you may find yourself. Keep moving forward, and continue to make good friends! Xana."

"... I kept thinking about what she wrote, thousands of times I questioned what she said, and the meaning behind it at all. Eventually, I realized... I wanna be a writer. I wanna be somebody that can grab the reader, and take them into my own mind. Like an emotional roller coaster, I want to show them how I feel, and how my own world functions. But it wasn't easy... Coming up with what I wanted to write, figuring out the grammar, and trying to understand what I was doing... It was tough. Nowadays, I feel as if I am better at it now, but..."

He leaned against a wall, sliding down until he landed on to the floor.

"It isn't enough, is it? You try out for things, expecting to win, yet everyone thinks your work isn't any good. Even when I wrote poems that got thousands of views, I got tons of hate, just because I had an opinion that not many agree too... Honestly, I wonder if I'm good enough to become a writer... If no one around me seems to care... Heck, I didn't even have a good enough job, to begin with... Still living with my parents, wondering if I'll ever have a life or a future of my own... It's never gonna happen, is it? I'm just gonna be stuck here for the rest of my life, miserable, and alone..."

Red scoots over to Peter, wraps her arm around him, and looked into his eyes.

"Don't ever give up."

"Yeah, and why shouldn't I?"

"Did Xana ever gave up on you?"

"... No..."

"Then, don't ever let go of that hope..."

Peter holds on to Red, feeling the emotions welling up inside of him, and finally cries...

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"Peter?"

"Um, yeah Xana?"

"This will be my last day here."

"Wait, why would that-... Oh."

"I'll be going to college. Hopefully, I accomplish my dreams, and become a professional director."

"I probably won't do much of anything in my life..."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Eventually, you will, and when that time comes... I hope I get to see it."

She gives Peter a small paper booklet, with writing on the front of it.

"It was nice knowing you. Goodbye, Peter."

...

6 Years Later

"Peter, can I speak to you in my office?"

Peter watched his boss walked away, frustrated, and tired. For Peter, it isn't easy being slow, with a hard time of understanding much around him. And for things to change, it takes more time for him to adapt to almost anything. Example wise, when someone gives him any sort of bad news, his emotions skyrocket into anxiety. Yes, even a small little bad thing that happens can cause him into feeling like garbage.

And today, it was no exception. Walking into his boss's office is never a good thing, especially when this one on one meetings means that he screwed up in some way, and would have to write another report saying so. To him, it's a nightmare, one he cannot escape from, once he hears that god-awful word.

"You're fired."

"... I'm what now?"

"Look, Peter, you aren't doing that well, and I think it's time we... Let you go."

"Let me guess, because I screwed up another order, right? Yes, I sure love the fact that when I screw up, I'm the one that takes the fall, while everyone else is fine."

"Peter, none of us are. We all made mistakes in our field-"

"Then why am I the only one fired?"

"... Because, someone at higher power told me to do so."

"... What a great world we live in, isn't it?"

...

Peter drives home, welcomed by his parents.

"How did work go today, son?"

"I got fired."

"What?... For what reason?"

"Doesn't matter..."

He enters his room, closing the door from behind, as the darkness surrounding him felt safe and secure.

"Welcome back to the world of nothing, I guess..."

Peter jumps onto his bed, opening up his laptop, ready to suck himself into the virtual world and forget everything else around him.

"You really gave up, didn't you?"

He looked up, seeing a red, fluffy creature, staring at him in front of his bed.

"... What the crap?"

"Why you so surprised?"

"... Because, you aren't real."

"Of course I am. I'm part of you, right?"

"... No. You're only part of my imagination. This shouldn't be happening."

Suddenly, the creature slams her paw onto the laptop, closing it shut.

"Well, it is now."

Peter got up, grabbing sort of wand with green glitter at the end, and aims it straight at the creature.

"I'm warning you, I got my glass stick, and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"... Really? A glass stick? You know that's not what it's called, right? Also, it's a toy. What are you gonna do, stab me with- Ow!"

The creature rubbed a paw over her arm, trying to ease the pain, while Peter smiles with delight.

"Yeah, and you thought I was so stupid, didn't you Red?"

The creature named Red turned to Peter and jumped on top of him. They sprawled, rolled, and kicked all over the room, destroying many devices or equipment that Peter owned.

"Will you stop it?!"

"Why should I, when all you do is mop, and complain about everything?!"

"Because it's not my fault!"

"Then who's fault is it?!"

"..."

Peter pushed Red off of him, went over to his desk, and grabbed out a small paper booklet.

"When I was a kid... I didn't know much of anything... I still don't... But, especially back then, I had no one to talk too... I live in a world where I try my hardest to become something greater, but also told how useless I am in the end... It wasn't until I met her..."

"Who?"

Peter turned, his eyes watering up, almost as if he was ready to cry.

"Xana... She was one of the only people back in 9th grade who talked to me, even though I was scared too. We joked, laughed, and shared the things we loved... But, one day that all changed. See, she was 12th grade, so I had to say goodbye to her, even though I wanted to hang out with her some more the year after... But, before she left, she wrote this..."

He hands the booklet to Red, looking over the note, and began to read out loud.

"Peter, you are a very sweet kid, I appreciate your positive attitude! I had fun joking around with you about dinosaurs and George Bush! You have a passion for stories and I encourage you to keep reading them and using your imagination, so you may find yourself. Keep moving forward, and continue to make good friends! Xana."

"... I kept thinking about what she wrote, thousands of times I questioned what she said, and the meaning behind it at all. Eventually, I realized... I wanna be a writer. I wanna be somebody that can grab the reader, and take them into my own mind. Like an emotional roller coaster, I want to show them how I feel, and how my own world functions. But it wasn't easy... Coming up with what I wanted to write, figuring out the grammar, and trying to understand what I was doing... It was tough. Nowadays, I feel as if I am better at it now, but..."

He leaned against a wall, sliding down until he landed on to the floor.

"It isn't enough, is it? You try out for things, expecting to win, yet everyone thinks your work isn't any good. Even when I wrote poems that got thousands of views, I got tons of hate, just because I had an opinion that not many agree too... Honestly, I wonder if I'm good enough to become a writer... If no one around me seems to care... Heck, I didn't even have a good enough job, to begin with... Still living with my parents, wondering if I'll ever have a life or a future of my own... It's never gonna happen, is it? I'm just gonna be stuck here for the rest of my life, miserable, and alone..."

Red scoots over to Peter, wraps her arm around him, and looked into his eyes.

"Don't ever give up."

"Yeah, and why shouldn't I?"

"Did Xana ever gave up on you?"

"... No..."

"Then, don't ever let go of that hope..."

Peter holds on to Red, feeling the emotions welling up inside of him, and finally cries...