//------------------------------// // Spike’s Story of Life // Story: Space Jam: Into the Gamerverse // by GoebelTron //------------------------------// It was Friday afternoon at a local middle school which was combined with a high school, and all the students were hanging out with each other or just by themselves before school would end, but some classes were also in session, except in one class, there was a classroom full of students in their seats listening to their teacher’s boring lecture. But without them noticing, one student was somehow occupied with the clock, waiting for the class to end, but decided to listen to some of the teacher’s lecture. He was fifteen years old, and he had green eyes and green spiked hair. His attire included Nike Air Jordans colored black with tints of purple, green and white, dark blue jeans, and a grayish green shirt with green stripes and rings covered by a dark purple hoodie with black lining on the front and light green lining on the sleeves. Before he could zone out completely, the school bell suddenly rang, and the students started bolting from their desks and out of the classroom. The boy was at his locker grabbing his bag, and after he got everything he needed, he then left the school and started walking through town. “That’s me. Spike Drake. I’m fifteen years old and right now, I honestly have no clue what I really want to do with my life.” Spike passed the neighborhood houses and greeted some of the neighbors as they greeted warmly at him in reply. “But that’s okay. There’s really nothing I’m interested in becoming. All I really care about right now becoming one of the best there is in the place I wish to explore more. Where is it you ask? Well, let me explain everything about a little story.” Downtown in Canterlot, there was a small coffee shop/diner with a penthouse on top of the building, with a sign reading “Black River Coffee House and Diner”, and in the diner was a middle-aged, attractive woman with fair skin, green eyes, and short, brown, unkemptly brushed hair. Her attire was a black V-neck shirt with very short sleeves, a silver-turquoise necklace, a pair of capris with rolled-up sleeves that show off her ankles, a black belt, a white apron, and brown leather flats. It was Cassandra Drake, Spike’s aunt. “Okay, so we have a T-bone steak with mashed potatoes and green beans on the side, a toasted turkey sandwich with lettuce and tomato and fries with that, a kid’s macaroni and cheese meal with green peas for the daughter, and a chicken tender combo for the big boy!” she said, handing out their meals. “You all enjoy now.” Cass then went back to the booth, refilled some drinks including beer and coffee, and then sighed in stress after working hard today. “Man, what am I gonna do with Spike before he moves on from high school in the future?” Suddenly, the door opened with the bell ringing and inside came Spike. “Aunt Cass! I’m home!” He then saw the diner was busy with many customers today, so he decided to walk through, and greet some of the customers, before he accidentally bumped into a table. “Oh! I am so sorry, Mrs. Wood! Here, let me get that.” “Aww, thank you so much, young man,” Mrs. Wood said. Spike nodded in reply as he cleaned her table and refilled her water. “Busy today, huh?” Mrs. Wood nodded, “Indeed it is. Say, why are you feeling let down? Life being hard on you?” “Not really. I just don’t know what I want to do with myself once I graduate from high school in the future,” Spike replied. “Give it time, my dear,” Mrs. Wood said, as Spike nodded and then left her table to go see his aunt, but he suddenly spotted her up ahead. “Oh! Spike! I didn’t see you there!” she said. “Sorry, Aunt Cass. I was kinda busy getting through the crowd,” Spike said. “So, how was school?” Aunt Cass asked, leaning on the table. “It was pretty good, but the lecture was really boring,” Spike said, as Cass shook her head with a smirk. “You’re always the same little boy I’ve always known,” she said. “Yeah, but it’s too bad I’m not so little anymore,” Spike said. Cass suddenly saw the look on his face and went over to talk to her nephew, “Spike? Is something wrong, sweetheart?” “Aunt Cass… I sometimes have these feelings that I don’t know what I want to do with my life and how my future will turn up. What if I fail, and never get the chance to move on?” Spike asked. Cass then looked at her nephew and placed her hand on his shoulder, “Sweetie? Can you look at me?” Spike looked up at his aunt and then let her speak. “You will have your future, and have the chance. Just try to make some benefits and maybe a miracle might happen.” “You really think so?” “I do. And ever since you’ve lost your mom and dad, I promised them both I’d take care of you, and I know I’m not your mother, but I just don’t want you to feel let down or have any other problems or struggles with yourself, okay?” Spike nodded and then went to hug his aunt as she stroked his hair. “Mrs. Drake! More coffee please!” said an impatient customer. “Yes, I’ll be right there, Mrs. Rogers!” Cass said. “Now, why don’t you go upstairs and relax? I’ll take care of the rest and probably make dinner for you and your brother and sister.” She then kissed Spike on the forehead before he nodded in reply and went upstairs to his bedroom, as she then went back to work. “That person who talked to me? Who was that? That was my Aunt Cass, short for Cassandra. She owns the local restaurant, the Black River Coffee House and Diner, and we live here as a family. You see, I’ve been living with her and my siblings, Violet and Brody since our parents died in a car crash when I was 5. She works very hard to keep our customers satisfied, and she cares for us deeply. I’m lucky to have someone like her.”