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Justin Peters Randall, a plain faced sixteen year old boy, lived in a small house alone since he's run away & moved out of his family home. Everyday Justin would walk to school, or the ice-cream shop, or the park, or card store, or anywhere else he felt like going. It didn't matter. Wherever he went, he felt alienated. He had flat, limp dull straight red hair, plain round dull grey eyes, plain, though acne-covered pale skin. He was medium height, medium weight, & medium muscle mass. Through & through he wasn't much to look at. And nobody, usually did. He'd never had many, if any friends, & had never dated. The only person who took any notice of him was his old ex-vocal couch, & Mr.C, the talent scout who'd felt sorry for the kid & had once auditioned him for 'The New MMC'. He was took plain & the showe was soon cancelled. Now he spent his days working under the table for a mechanic & what he could make with handouts - which wasn't much since most nobody noticed him. One day he was sitting in the ice cream shop, drinking a small coke in a back booth when a handsome teenager came in through the door. Justin sulked with jealousy. "God I wish I had his eyes & hair." He thought, looking at the teen's curly light brunette hair & perfect almond-shaped brown eyes. It soon became too much for him & he left. The next morning he awoke to a shock. When he looked in the mirror he saw he had changed. He had brunette curls & perfect almond-shaped brown eyes. It was a miracle! He felt pretty good as he left his tiny house that morning. He walked into town & treated himself to a sundae. While he ate, he pondered what had happened. Did god answer his prayer? Maybe. But probably not. Why now? Not before, when he'd prayed a hundred times... And why so suddenly? No. He'd all but forgotten there even was a god. Then how? He pondered for a good hour, dis-crediting this & that until he came to the conclusion: He'd somehow done it himself. He must have some super mind-power. He decided to give it a test. He waited for the right time, going through three sodas & two bathroom breaks before the perfect candidate walked in. He was a tall kid. Easily Five eleven. He thought with all his might, hoped & tried. He wished to be that tall. It would be hard to be over-looked then! After wishing & hoping he left. Realizing how foolish he felt. But all the same still hoping it would somehow work. The following morning he was startled yet again, this time excitement coursed through his veins. It worked! He measured himself, a full five foot twelve! Thankfully the rest of his body evened itself out with his newly achieved height. Giving him bigger feet& hands & such. 'Such' being apparently the body maintained some parallell with the groin proportion. So he was bigger all over. Sadly, only a pair of his dad's sandals (he'd accidently taken with him when he ran away) fit. He'd always worn very baggy clothing so all else was okay. He was now on a roll. Every day he'd go out & pick out a person & wish for what they had. And every morning he awoke with a newer him. That is, until one morning he got a quite unpleasant shock. The headlines of the city paper blared out at him- Near the headline was a story that detailed the mutilated bodies of several county residents found. All were missing parts. Nose, skin, hair, teeth, eyes, torso, one body was found hollowed out of skeletal structure, & another had most of it's muscles gone. Everything else was intact. There were no cuts of any kind. "It's like the parts just disappeared from the bodies like magic." Reported one autopsy doctor. What startled Justin, more even than the article, was the picture & caption. The picture was of the handsome teenager from the ice-cream shop from weeks ago. A highschool yearbook photo. The caption read "Eighteen year old Danny Bondson was found, without his eyes & hair." Justin gasped & dropped the newspaper. He ran home & hid out for weeks, afraid to look at anybody. Once he accidently saw the mailman & instinctively wished for his perfectly straight eyebrows. There was a new mailman the next day and the following week, unkown to Justin (Who you remember is shut up in his house) the newspaper reported a local mailman found dead; eyebrows inexplicably removed. After two weeks of the new-and quite rude- mailman, Justin had had enough. "This is enough!" Screamed Justin to no one. "I'm done! Done with this! I don't want to be able to do this anymore! I wish it would just stop!!" He yelled & soon cried himself to sleep. The next morning, hunger forced him from home to the supermarket. As he was checking out, he saw a picture of a plain, ordinary boy on the newspaper cover. He bought it & went home. It read: LOCAL BOY FOUND DEAD Justin was beside himself. There he was. Dead as roadkill. Right there on the cover. But he was still very much alive. He did the only thing he could think to do. He wasn't him anymore, he was a new, different kid. So he cut & bleached his hair & bought blue contacts. He was afraid of someone recognizing the 'stolen', uh, 'borrowed' er......'usurped' parts. And he got a social security card, birth certificate, & ID. All bearing his new self. Complete with new name. Justin Randall Timberlake. He hasn't forgotten who he was & how he was. And is always on guard. To this day whenever people compliment him on his looks he always says; "I don't really think of myself like that." *The Author wishes to apologise to all plain-faced people out there. Especially those with flat, limp, dull, straight, red hair, round dull grey eyes, plain, though acne-covered skin; who are maduim height, weight, and have medium muscle mass. Who live in tiny plain houses. This story was not intended to offend you.* |
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