Second Chances: Part 11Something skipped off one of my horns. I casually dismissed it as my imagination as stalked around the canteen, walking past tables full of students who were either busy eating, or debating loudly with vulgarities on which person had the worse teacher.

Sector 3... Did I mention I hated Sector 3? It was the side of the canteen that happened to be full of the Malay guys. I don't mean to be offensive, but in honest, the Malay guys (in this school, at least) were simply intolerable.

Imagine the most rowdy person you've ever met. Now picture him to be loud-mouthed, vulgar and unruly. Multiply that person by about 400 times, and split them into l

Second Chances: Part 7The following night passed rather uneventfully, save the occasional moments of me waking up to stir under my sheets. I was, at some point in my sleep though, woken up at the sound of my door clicking and the lights turning on. At that instant, honest, I shot out of bed, slamming my horned head into the bunk above me, instead of my usual, lethargic stirring before I'd actually wake up.

While I'll admit that that hurt a lot, I found my sudden ability to wake up then to be quite odd, because usually I'd take forever to actually wake up, unless I was in camp. It was what I liked to term as 'camp mode', which was those times where, in my peak, I

Second Chances: Part 5The sounds of the car engine dying out woke me up. I almost quite literally jumped, only to remember my current situation. I was in the car. On my way home (or as I already there?). I was with my dad, I think. I mentally facepalmed. Even as a dragon, I still had extremely short term memory, which was further worsened by periodic unconsciousness from things like naps. It was probably one of those more human characteristics of me left, which was I hoped was still hanging around in my head somewhere. The honest last thing I wanted to do was to turn into a different person altogether.

I've read somewhere in Farm's work that all dragons have a 'f

Second Chances: Part 8The first few flaps were awkward. I gave a roar of surprise as my feet lifted off the ground, not used to flying, causing me to instinctively stop and end up crashing to the ground a few seconds later. Thankfully, this was done on the road outside my house, so as I crashed a few times nothing was dirtied as the road wasn't muddy, unlike the patches of grass that lay on the sidewalks.

It took me a few tries before I finally managed to fly properly, and it soon became a matter of constantly flapping my wings, regardless of whether I was being lifted off the ground or not, so that in any event that I did so, I wouldn't end up crashing a few sec

Second Chances: Part 10I rested my head on the table once more, leaning forward onto the backrest of the chair. The rest of the class seemed to have all eyes on me as we waited for the first teacher to arrive, and with that, I found that I was soon beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of eyes fixated on me at the moment.

"What?", was the only thing I could say at that moment, tilting my head to the side as a gesture of confusion. "Never seen a dragon before?"

The class only seemed to stare at me even more as I shrunk back into my seat, feeling the tension of the incredibly awkward silence that was given to me in the form of stares.

At tha

Second Chances: Part 9The mini-crowd quickly dispersed as soon as they arrived, which was to say, quickly. As the rest of the student councilors began to disperse and begin about their regular morning duties, I quickly took the opportunity to get my tie in place, not wanting to accidentally get the tie caught on one of my spines and ripping.

I struggled to get my tie over my horned head as Fuad giggled behind me, encouraging me to growl slightly.

"Does this look funny to you?" I said in an annoyed tone.

Fuad merely clasped his hands over his mouth and looked away, giving me the inference that he meant 'yes'. I shook off the look that he gave me before further s

Second Chances: Part 4I crept as silently as I could from the approaching man, with my mind screaming "CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP" the whole time as I nervously edged my way around another tree, hoping the man wouldn't spot me.

My heart began to beat wildly in its place, drowning out all other sounds for a good moment of time as crossed my fingers (or claws, depending on how you looked at it…), hoping that the man wouldn't find me.

A rustle on my left indicated that I move, and I instinctively dropped into my belly into a prone position, staying out of the man's field of view. The man walked closer. Taking a good look at him, I could see that he was a lanky, midd

Second Chances: Part 3The first thing I did after a good 15 or so minutes of staring at myself was to snap back into reality. I suddenly seemed to forget about what I'd just turned into, and I suddenly found myself recalling what'd just happened in the past half an hour.

I was walking home from the park. Tried to take a shortcut. Got smacked down by a car. Almost died. Crushed a little green rock. Turned into a dragon, and I'm now standing in the middle of a road.

The road… I looked around me and took a deep breath, drawing in information about my own surroundings.

I was standing in a puddle of what used to be my blood in the middle of a deserted, unlit ro

Second Chances: Part 15"Very well..." my feral mind chirped, finishing up dried meat, "I will ssshow you..."
My feral mind waved his hand, and in a field of distortion, the scene changed to that of my classroom, but with all the doors and windows sealed up, as if they weren't there. The class's projector slide was on, and a screen had been pulled over the whiteboard.

On the screen it showed an image of what appeared to be a picture of me jumping mid-flight, but was however put in incredibly high detail.

Amazed, I walked over to the screen touching the screen. "You know, that'sss jussst a sssscreen image. You might want to take a ssseat, thissssss will take time.

Second Chances: Part 2Darkness… Emptiness… that was all I saw, that was all I felt. I felt weightless, seeming to be suspended in this black void of nothingness. I saw nothing, I felt nothing. I couldn't even see my own hands, but I could very well feel myself as I touched my own arms.

Alert the world people, this might just be what it's like to be dead. Contrary to popular belief, you do not stay in a large empty void of whiteness; you float around in a dark, empty void doing nothing. Or so I thought.

What was seconds seemed like hours as I sat (or floated, actually, I really can't tell) in this void, simply doing nothing but thinking. I couldn't die,

Second Chances: Part 1On an honest note, I can remember quite a bit about how the incident happened. Two totally improbable things happened to me that day, and that pretty much changed the way I lived the rest of my life from that point onwards.

It was mid-semester, somewhere around July or August when it happened. It was in the evening, almost dark, in fact. I remember being out after dinner for a stroll in the park, and I distinctly remember that I was out to try and clear my head from the stress of trying to keep up with studies, duties to the student council and trying to improve my choir.

These few things were seriously beginning to take its toll on me, and

Second Chances: Part 13I placed a clawed hand over my muzzle, before darting back up the stairs and back into my room on all fours. Slamming the door shut with my hind legs, I tried to speak again, only to have a garbled mix or assorted roars, grunts, and croons spout out of my scaly chops.

"What did you do to me?!" I thought furiously, hoping to contact my feral mind, "why can't I speak?!"

Silence.

I growled, thinking that my feral mind might've done something to me while I was distracted. However, it seemed that I was unable to talk to him, no matter how much I tired, and it didn't seem to work in a way where we could just talk to each other in my mind.

Sighi

Second Chances: Part 12Before I knew it, English passed by relatively quickly, and I soon found my classmates emptying themselves out of the classroom. I too followed suit, and as I stepped out, I considered my choices.

I could go home and call it a day today, but I might have classes on. Either that, or I could grab a couple of friends and go out for lunch. However, knowing my parents, they'd probably chide me for exposing myself too much in public, given my current situation. That, plus I was still feeling rather dazed from having had that whistle blown at me, so with that, I opted for the first choice.

The first thing that came to me as I stepped out of the cl

Second Chances: Part 17With a brief summary (or, not-so-brief, in my case) of what happened in the entire day that I missed school, Cheryl and Gabriel then promptly left me to my lunch on the pretence of having to attend classes of sort, which meant I was alone for the day. Again.
I tried to get their attention and ask them to stay a little longer, but anything that came out of mouth was a series of jumbled-up growls, snarls and hisses, accompanied by an occasional croon. With that, I sighed in irritation as I watched them leave, giving me one last awkward glance before making their way back up the road from which they came.

Picking up the plastic bag with my mou

Second Chances: Part 16I awoke to the sound of a 'thump'. Snapping out of my sun-induced daze, my eyes shot open, only to see a short, young man with layer-cut hair and a fringe that could match a girl's, holding a mobile phone camera in his hands, looking over his shoulder to realise that he had knocked over a trash bin. He muttered a few profanities as he hurriedly pulled the bin back into its upright position, all the while keeping his phone camera pointed at me.
I growled loudly, causing him to jump before taking a few steps back from the gate. As menacingly as I could, I took a few slow, deliberate steps at the gate, before leaping forward in a snarl, before

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Reading Giospy's Novus Vita didn't kill enough time. Judging from the varying tones of voices coming from my parent's room, my mother was probably still not very happy about the idea of her son turning into a large, winged reptile.

Scouring my inbox, I managed to find a few things here and there to read, one of them being from one of my favorite authors, who happened to go under the alias of Myanmor. It was funny, though, that whenever I read his name, it always seemed to remind me of Myanmar, that little (or in comparison to Singapore's literal size, not-so-little) country just north of Malaysia, right next to Laos, Vietnam and Cambodia.

But before I digress any further, let's get back to reality. Nothing much was new in my inbox, save a watch from someone named 'usaf2222'. Being lazy to delete all my deviations and messages at the time, I simply closed the tab with a mental reminder to clear my inbox later on, before opening up a new tab on my browser.

The first thing I did was to open up the Channel News Asia's news website, before typing in 'dragon' into the search bar and searching all related articles about it.

"Indian Elephant soon to overtake hyperactive Chinese Dragon on markets..." I read aloud, "No, that wasn't what I was looking for..."

"Teen murders friend over 'Dragon Saber,  No..."

"U.S. Dragons get citizenship back..."

Bingo. Clicking on the link given, I was greeted by pictures of dragons of various colors lining up behind a building, along with a few military personnel guarding the place. The scene fit exactly, matching up to Farm-Fresh's story, at the part where he got his citizenship license.

"Damn." I muttered to myself, "I gotta start reading the newspapers more often."

Apparently, Farm really wasn't kidding with his story. But still, I found myself smacking my scaly head repeatedly. I've been following Farm since he first released Operation: Dragon, but I haven't seen anything on the news! To think, that for being such a major fan of Farm's works, I'd have noticed him making headlines around here. I mean, the first dragon to reveal himself to public and I haven't noticed him in the news for six months?! This was totally unreal.

"The Singaporean government has made a statement, assuring and warning that public that if there are any dragons in Singapore, they will not be prosecuted upon sight until they have been deemed either a member of the 'Hierarchy' , and extremist group of dragons that are apparently against humanity, or a threat to public safety..." I said, reading aloud. This was good, I could probably print this out and help my mom come to terms with it a bit more.

However, just as I was about to click the 'Print' button, a familiar sound, followed by the intrusion of a small pop-up window came into my view. Of all the times, I had to leave my MSN messenger on.

---

Kevin says:
Hi rapist!

Ryan says:
Oh hai :D

---

My eyes traced over to the side of the screen, looking at the contact, or contacts, as I soon realized, being listed.

---

Kevin says:
hmmm... god ur too busy Ryan

---

Over on the side of my screen, I looked at the names, and saw two names, Nick and Kevin.

---

Ryan says:
Apparently so...
How's it been? o3o
Still in that cupboard with Nick, I see

Kevin says:
Boring without  you... Meh

Ryan says:
Awww, I'm flattered.

Nick says:
I'm back- hey Ryan

Ryan says:
Hey Nick.
So, eh, how's life?

Nick says:
Fine you?

Ryan says:
Sorry for not being around for quite awhile, I've been busy, per say ^.=.^

Nick says:
Aah it's ok- I haven't been on that much either

Kevin says:
Whatever Nick,  you're on every night.

Nick says:
Not this week

Ryan says:
Well, don't expect me to be on too much XD
I've just gotten a major change in my daily schedule.

Nick says:
like what?

Ryan says:
Well...

Kevin says:
*paying attention*

Ryan says:
If hunting, hoarding gold and roasting peasants seems to be a big enough hint, then you tell me :P

Kevin says:
sounds like... a UNICORN!

Nick says:
I think he meant dragon, dumbass

Kevin says:
it's a unicorn dragon o3o

Ryan says:
*smacks Kevin*
No, seriously, guess.
It's dragon related.
>.=.>

Kevin says:
umm...
You went and saw HTTYD

Nick says:
.......

Kevin says:
What? It was a good movie...

Ryan says:
Nope
Not even close...

Kevin says:
God my brain hurts- I guess I'm a blonde

Nick says:
Does it have anything to do with those stories you told me to read?

Kevin says:
tell us

Nick says:
well, recommended?

Ryan says:
Maybe o3o

Kevin says:
*hugs Ryan* SNEAK ATTACK

Ryan says:
No, seriously Kevin

Kevin says:
ok.. sorry

Nick says:
Kevin never takes anything seriously

Ryan says:
True dat.

Kevin says:
Trying to stay awake...
Hey Nick, u never take anything serious
any time u are on chat u just talk

Nick says:
yes I do

Kevin says:
when we RP you're always in the back seat
alright... now what did u wanna tell us?

Ryan says:
Guess!

Kevin says:
I don't know(come on!!)

Nick says:
ok it has to do with dragons-

Ryan says:
Yup :3

Nick says:
ether, you know one or you are one

Kevin says:
there are 9000 billion things to do with dragons...
*scratches head*

Nick says:
judging by how you haven't been on in awhile- I'd guess the latter

Kevin says:
Nick ur on crack

Ryan says:
No, he's right o3o
Give the man a prize
Kevin, do you even read the newspaper? -.=.o

Kevin says:
No way, no paparazzi for me

Ryan says:
Then go and read it o3o

Nick says:
correction- Kevin do you even leave your house?

Ryan says:
lol, nicely said.

Nick says:
thank you
Kevin says:
yes- to follow ur mom around OOOOOOOO
STALKIN UR MOM

Nick says:
shut up Kevin...
Ryan, so what's it like

Ryan says:
Weird, I guess.
I just turned about 2 hours ago.
My mom's still freaking out.

Kevin says:
I don't believe you... >:C

Ryan says:
I swear, it's true.

Kevin says:
...

Nick says:
That's understandable, actually...

Kevin says:
Send me a picture, then

---

Growling slightly, I pulled my webcam up and angled it at my muzzle, before taking a snapshot of my scaly face and sending it over to Kevin and Nick. Smiling to myself in triumph, I eagerly waited for their replies.

---

Nick says:
Nice face :3

Kevin says:
what have I just witnessed?!
WAT THE HELL
OH MY GOD

Ryan says:
Yes, now you have proof.
If you don't mind, I have some domestic issues to settle XD
Night guys.

Kevin says:
....

Nick says:
Night Ryan!

Kevin says:
so just drop a bomb on me then leave?

Ryan says:
Yes o3o
*kaboom*

---
And with that, I closed my entire messenger program, before hitting the print button once more. I could hear the noisy, wireless printer in the study going off as it began to print downstairs, and as I walked to grab my article to show my parents, my sister stopped me mid-way as I was going downstairs.

"And where do you think you're going, Clueless?" my human sister said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh, nowhere, maybe just over the rainbow." I replied, being sarcastic.

"Ha ha. Very funny. Aren't you even concerned?" She said, sounding serious.

"About what?"

"About what?!?! Take a look in the mirror, dumbass! You're like, huge and scaly! The last time I saw my little brother he was a scrawny little geek!"

I was taken aback by my sister's sudden outburst. "Who are you and what have you done to my sister?" I asked suspiciously.

"Seriously, Ryan! How're we ever going to get you out in public anymore?! You're a freaking reptile with wings!"

"Ah, but this is where you're wrong."

With a flap of my wings, I vaulted over her right down to the next floor below. My sister screamed, and I walked into the study, grabbing the warm stack of papers from the printer.

"What the hell was that for?!" my sister screamed, barging into the room.

"This!" I said, triumphantly holding up the sheets of paper.

My sister snatched the papers out of my hand, reading it carefully. I sniggered as I watched her face change to that of a shocked expression, before she bolted out of the room, screaming for my parents.

I could hear her as she barged into my parents room, totally interrupting their conversation as she frantically urged them to read the article.

Gasps were heard from my mother, which probably was my cue to get into that room.

Climbing up the stairs (albeit clumsily, I must admit, because climbing stairs with digitigrade legs are seriously trippy...), I burst into my parent's room, only to receive a hug from my mother, who was crying.

At that moment I was totally shocked, and the only thing I could do was to hug my mother back at that moment.

I wrapped my arms, wings and tail around her, holding her in my embrace as she sobbed.

I closed my eyes, and between her sobs, she whispered to me, "I still love you Ryan, don't you ever think otherwise... I'm sorry..."

"It's okay mom..." I said, purring softly. Weird, I never knew I could do that. I knew what she meant when she said she was sorry, and the only thing I could do now was to forgive her.

We stood there for awhile, hugging each other before my mother finally had the courage to speak up.

"Well, we'd best get you back into society... You've got school tomorrow, and I'm going to make sure you don't miss anything, so bring me some of your clothes to modify, I don't want you running around stark naked, especially not at school." She said firmly, wiping her eyes.

"But there's nothing to see..."

"Clothes, NOW." she said.

"Yes ma'am..." I muttered, leaving the room. At that moment, I couldn't help but seriously think about how stereotypical that just went.

I made my way up to my room, grabbing myself a pair of shorts, my school uniform, and a T-shirt to modify. Passing them to my mother, she took measurements before she and my sister went to work at getting me clothes to wear for tomorrow.

My dad simply went back to surfing the 'net from his laptop, and seeing that I had nothing to do, I went back up to my room for some rest. It was already 11pm, and I figured that I'd need the energy if I was going to school tomorrow. It was, after all, only Monday.

Reaching my room, I looked at my bed. My bed was a refurbished bunk bed with two levels, and the top one was specifically made for me to lounge, while the bottom one was for me to sleep.

"Heh, looks like I've got my own cave now..." I muttered, crawling under the sheets. I shifted about uncomfortably , trying to find a good position to sleep, before I finally settled to laying on my belly and curling up like a dog, closing my eyes.

Oh yes, sleep felt good.

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Bleh. Awkward chapter is awkward.

I kinda hate this chapter a LOT, because the formatting of the chat part was insanely retarded to edit, because the last part of the story (the part about my mother) seemed pretty awkward, and because I felt like I rushed this one, in terms of plot and descriptions.

But anyhoo, enjoy, and let this be one of the last times I have a 'chat' scene.

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A/N: PLEASE DO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER, I COULD REALLY USE SOME CRITIQUE ABOUT THE PART WITH MY MOTHER, I WANT TO KNOW IF IT SEEMED TOO AWKWARD.

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~siggihar Jan 30, 2013

awkward? what was awkward?

=Skyder117 Apr 22, 2012 Student Digital Artist

nah that part wasnt awkward. I can understand it was necessary to show she had come to terms with your TF. and if anything, you counterbalanced that when she sent you off to get the clothes, so it worked in the end ^.=.^

~Some-Kind-Of-Name Apr 22, 2012 Student Writer

*nods* Hrm, still, perhaps this might be one of things I'd redo when I get around to redoing things

Still, thanks for the feedback ^.=.^ Nice to know what people think every now and then.

~DragonGod1993 Apr 6, 2012

Typical friends

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

~Chub54 Mar 15, 2012

I loled at the kaboom when he was talking to nick and Kevin ^.=.^

~coolcat007 Jan 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It seems like you're making fun of Farm's stories between the lines. It's a bit like I'm reading the comedy version of farm's story (although farm did have humor in it too). I think I couldn't read this story without laughing about the jokes and quotes you used (like "to ... Or not to ..., thats the question..." from an earlier part).

~Some-Kind-Of-Name Jan 12, 2012 Student Writer

Hrm, well, it's sorta based in Farm's universe anyway, so... yeah.

But anyway, that's why I stopped writing Second Chances, simply because I felt like I wasn't doing anything that was actually original anymore. That, plus Farm himself posted in a journal his displeasure at certain fanfictions based off his universe, so I (and a few other people) decided to stop before he took the issue to us as well.

~coolcat007 Jan 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Did he say to you that you had to stop writing this story? You could allways ask him.

~Some-Kind-Of-Name Jan 12, 2012 Student Writer

No, but as a general gesture of respect to him we stopped. He already expressed frustration, and I do not want to further provoke him.

~coolcat007 Jan 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Farm doesn't visit dA a lot anymore. Does he still have trouble with his car, or is something else going on?

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