I Wrote This By Patrick Star Novels & Stories

Patrick paused, dramatically looking down at his watch, “7PM. The time I promised I’d be here.” He grinned at me then and I had to lean against the door to give me strength. I hated how for the first time in my life my hormones were turning me into the heroines of those God-awful romance novels that had no spine and were so obnoxious you wondered why the hero even liked them in the first place. I didn’t say anything, so Patrick spoke again. “Is that what you’re wearing? I don’t think the restaurant has a specific dress code but I don’t think they appreciate cat-decorated pajamas and t-shirts with the words Rub for Luck on them.”

I asked impatiently, shooting him a quizzical look. “It’s about that your gym instructor. What’s his name again? Oh, I think it’s Vic… Vicky or Victor or something,” he said and I chuckled lightly. “What do you want? I mean, what does Patrick have to do with this?” I asked and he smiled. “Well, I just want to let you know that he’s a scam and whatever thing he has told you is a very big lie,” he said. I couldn’t lie, that caught me off guard, because I didn’t remember telling Landry anything about my personal life, especially not something that deep.

“We can’t be associated with someone this lame. He would ruin our reputation.” “What reputation would that be exactly?” Patrick sassed, placing his hands on his hips and cocking his head to the side. His eyes shone so bright, looking at him felt eerie. “I’m pretty sure amongst the three of us, I’m the coolest. I’m certainly the most popular.” “You know what, you’re kind of right,” I said, placing my head on Bianca’s shoulder.

I say in a muffled tone. “Hello, my little bookworm. How was your meeting?” I grunt in explanation and refuse to move from my face-plant position. “That bad huh? I am assuming you were late?” Patrick, the librarian and historian of our pack, says in a teacher-like tone. I lift my head just a bit to grumble out my words. “Me being late is not the point!” After a minute I add, “How was the book?” Patrick laughs, “Oh! I gotta say, chapter 9. What a doozy!”

The fact that I had not died was a problem for them. "Let him in." I said, rising from my chair to allow my full size as Patrick entered the room. Patrick came in, his lanky quick movements energizing the room in the way he did. His wayward eyes were never fully centered. While he was not very old his course hair was prematurely gray with a receding hairline. "I hear we're to offer you a congratulations on your she-wolf winner yesterday." His tone was dripping in mockery. "I'm surprised the Starstream Pack dares to show their faces at such a respectable event. We're all surprised that you live without the blood."

Together, they found a comfortable spot on the sand and lay down to admire the night sky. As the sky darkened, the stars began to dot the firmament. Bruno, who loved astronomy, started to identify some constellations and stars for Helena, who listened with enchantment to his explanations. Then, amid this magical moment, a shooting star streaked across the sky in a luminous trail. Helena smiled and looked at Bruno. "Make a wish," she said. Bruno looked at Helena with a sparkle in his eyes but hesitated for a moment. "I don't believe in superstitions," he confessed. "These things about making wishes on shooting stars... they don't make sense to me."

Inflation is rising as the money value of the Crite State Area gets lower. ... This experimental show is getting more and more interesting as the days go by. As soon as he finally finished writing his journal, he decided to read the first journal he ever wrote. Journal No. 1 Hi, my name is Keith Patterson. I'm a forty-year-old man who has childish behavior. I mean for me, but I was known in the Crite State Area as a notorious criminal who can manipulate a person. I mean, they are gullible enough to believe all I said, especially the citizens of Crite State Area. They are just proof that they will do anything to get the money in their hands, even if they need to kill a person. Don't blame me,

I ordered her briefly and she just complied with me. I guessed she must be very hungry because she didn't eat breakfast. The room was filled with silence as we both started eating our lunch. Her questions before emerged inside my mind again. Who was Patrick? If I was someone who didn't have manners, I would have said that Patrick was a dog. Thank God, grandpa Frederick gave me enough education so I still had my sanity intact in my brain. Patrick was an *sshole. That was the most suitable word for him.

How was I supposed to explain something that I knew nothing about? “This… I didn't write this,” I stuttered, fighting the rising heat growing inside me. “I couldn't have. This… This isn't my handwriting.” “And how are we supposed to know that?” Susan sneered. “It's not like we've ever seen you write a thing. In your defence, I didn't even think you could write this well. Besides, how did it end up in your room?” “I didn't write it!” I yelled. “I don't even know the patrol routes. How could I have explained something that I had no clue about?”

The Evening Star: Ariadne closed her closet door open fiercely, she was confused and for some reason angry. Patrick had a brother? He was on the North Star? Why? Why didn't he say anything? Her stomach twisted with doubts. She grabbed several pieces of clothing mindlessly and shoved them in a bag. She grabbed a warm jacket and stood silently in her room, her thoughts racing. What if she couldn't trust him? What if he was a spy? Her Heart sank. A noise at her door withdrew her from her thoughts. She glanced to see her aunt leaning against the doorway. Her face worried.