In a land far, far away...
There was a whale. His name was Pete. He was a great big four hundred pound whale. He enjoyed eating krill and hanging out with his friends. Every day he went to Whale School, where he did all right but not spectacularly. He wasn't very good at any of the sports he tried to play. He found he was pretty uncoordinated, and not in a charming way. He tried to make friends with the other whales, but they all just thought he was so weird. "Pete is so weird," they would whisper just loud enough for him to hear.
Eventually Pete grew up and became more well-adjusted. He met some people everyone else thought was weird too and they struck up a fine friendship. Of course, it wasn't a very usual friendship because it wasn't a very usual group of people. For example, one time, at a party, Pete and his Family of Freaks went off knocking on random doors. They would walk in to a house and introduce themselves, "This is Lydia the Mute, Teresa the Vampire, Katherine the Disturbed," and so on. They dressed funny, did strange things, were friends with everyone, but hung out only amongst themselves. They came from radically different backgrounds, religions, beliefs, but they made it work. They were wonderfully, blissfully, happy together, these "freaks".
Then one day Pete came to school with horrible news. He swam on over the the Freaks and told them he was moving to a land even farther away. All the Freaks were devastated. They cried, but you couldn't tell, because they were in the ocean and you can't see tears in the ocean. Also, they were whales, that should be explanation enough.
Pete left his friends, the ones that had taken so long to come together and had had such an incredible friendship. He moved away to a place that didn't have anything like them. He made new friends, with a great amount of time...freaks in their own way, less pronounced but just as strange. However, Pete's new friends were not the best crowd. They started eating Weed Krill, which is a whale type of drug. Pete got a little bit scared because his new friends were doing things he didn't want to do. So he let himself grow distant from them over time.
After another eternity Pete made more new friends. For awhile he just went swimming with random people he sort of knew, but that didn't make him very happy. But after a time he found a group of people he really liked and clicked with. He was so happy to have found these people, and everything seemed right in the land. It was great, and he was really very happy to be the place that he was.
At the same time, however, Pete's Freaks were growing more and more distant. He seldom talked to them anymore, and he could feel the bond between them getting weaker. Soon he didn't even know if they all still lived where they used to.
Still, Pete was happy with his new crowd. They were all really salty (don't look at me like I am mad, it is whalespeak for cool). But alas, it was not to be. Pete's new whale friends started to change. Pete didn't really like the direction they were going, but what could he do? After a while, Pete couldn't relate to some of his new crowd anymore. There was trouble in Paradise and a lot of Pete's friends felt it too. But Pete was the one that broke the news to one of his friends: he didn't feel like they were friends anymore. Marty, Pete's one-time best friend, was shocked when Pete told him all the reasons he didn't think they were friends. Marty, naturally, took it very badly. After a few days, one of Pete's other friends, Larry, suddenly shoved him into some razor coral, and that was the end of Pete's friendship with another of his friends. At this point the death toll (well, okay, friends-that-had-turned-on-him toll) had risen to 2.
Pete figured he could handle it because he had the support of all the rest of he crowd. It was still really hard seeing Marty and Larry; Pete could almost feel his coral-scarred side burn. He pressed on all right, though.
After a bit, the chasm between Marty and Larry and Pete and the rest of them became larger. In a bad way. Pete was suddenly being left behind by all the rest of his friends too. He was, abruptly, alone.
And in this way, Pete once again lost his best friends, and spent his Friday nights watching Gilmore Whales, alone in an empty house.
Poor, sad, Pete the Whale.
Sadly,
Lizzy ;-(
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