The Flying Boy of Zinnybooboo

By Brooklyn Haycraft and Cosmo Lanier-Eno

Cosmo and Brooklyn intertwine their personalities and imagination to bring you the story of the Flying Boy of Zinnybooboo. Follow Zane as he navigates through all the twist and turns of a life-changing event that will change him and the people of his planet as we know it. Zane, in going through these adversities, starts using them to his benefit rather than his detriment. This story shows that being different is cool and being different can be used to help others. Friendships will be tested and comedy will ensue on this crazy space adventure, as Zane becomes the Flying Boy of Zinnybooboo!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543454833

Brooklyn Haycraft

Cosmo Baptiste Rodney Lanier-Eno born in Montego Bay, Jamaica. A fellow sickle cell warrior, and passionate writer. Brooklyn Mariah Haycraft Lanier is a twelve year old first time author. She was born in Louisville, Kentucky. Brooklyn is an aspiring actor with a drive stronger than most adults to succeed in this world.

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CONTENTS

The Night Everything Changed

Our Secret’s Out

When The Universe Found Out

Am I Special or Just Weird

Are You My Enemy or Are You My Friend

Birthday Blues

An Unlikely Hero

Acknowledgments

Hi, my name is Zane, and I’m from the planet ZINNYBOOBOO. I’m twelve-thousand years old. I once told that to a human and they nearly passed out. I found out that’s very old in the eyes of a human. On my planet, that’s considered very young. If I was on Earth, I guess I could say I’m twelve years old and just leave out the thousand. Maybe I should start off by saying that when I talk to humans. I probably wouldn’t get as many crazy reactions as I do if I did it that way. Then again, it’s not like I see humans on a daily basis.

Here on my planet, ZINNYBOOBOO we’re similar to Earth in a way but have many differences to humans as a whole. It’s surprising we would have anything in common with humans or Earth since it’s so far away. My planet is in the north-east part of the Zinny Galaxy. To get here from Earth you have to go past Saturn, make a left at Uranus, go straight past Pluto, go into hyper drive two times, and make a left at Glamzonia. Then after you pass three and half stars I’m the big rust, purple, and green color planet on the left next to the swirly vortex black hole. At least that’s what I’ve heard, I’m only twelve-thousand years old for goodness sake. I don’t get my spaceship license for another six thousand years.

There aren’t many races here on ZINNYBOOBOO. As a matter of fact, the only other races here, are species not from this planet. Here in human terms, we have boys who will eventually become a Zoobooman and girls who will eventually become a Zooboowoman. I am a boy. Other than that we don’t have different ethnicities like other planets do. Here we’re all considered one ethnicity, one tribe and we all have the same skin tone. To me, I think that adds to the reasons why we’re so boring as a planet and as a species. ZINNYBOOBOO was rated the most boring planet in the entire universe by the Galactic Times five Earth years in a row. That says a lot. This planet is so dull and boring. I wouldn’t be able to believe a place like this even existed if I wasn’t born and raised here myself. Everyone here is all the same, it’s sickening. No one has any character or personality.

We don’t have many other species visit because there’s really nothing to do here, or so I thought. The layout of my planet would remind you of Earth, Mars, and Fooooolonia. We have a very small ocean that is the color purple. Unlike most planets our ocean isn’t on the coast line but in the middle of our planet. It once rained here for a month straight. You would think a planet that is extremely hot and doesn’t get much rain, would bring some excitement. WRONG! It made our dry land really moist. This caused a rare algae to start growing over a large portion of the planet which was once Mars like. The green algae grew over weeds, trees and everything it touched. The plant species of Nunockanocka came to visit but that was about it.

There was only one other thing that was exciting, but I couldn’t appreciate it at the time because it was about me. My parents like I said earlier named me Zane. I’ve researched other names out in the universe. Earth among other planets name their species some pretty out-there names. Here, Zane is considered out-there, so much out-there it could be a crime. For goodness sake, my dad’s name is Jack and my mother’s name is Marry. Everyone’s name around here are real bland. When Zoobooians heard my name was Zane their weren’t a lot, if any that were too comfortable with it. The only reason nothing happened was because my dad is in a position of power here. He’s the leader of ZINNYBOOBOO. On Earth I think he would be considered the President for any humans reading this, but way more approachable. He’s one with Zoobooians. In your terms, he’s one with the people. No one challenges authority, but if they did my mom fights for the everyday Zoobooian when crimes, or something unjust happens. Which if you haven’t got the trend of how it is here, that never happens. I think my mom is what humans call a lawyer but her job is no where near as difficult or exciting.

I love some excitement or just something different and there isn’t any here. In six thousand years, when I get my space ship license, I have a list of planets I want to visit. Most kids love school here because that’s what your suppose to do, but I’m different. On my planet we call schools learning centers by the way. I love learning centers, because it teaches you about other planets. Here they’re required to teach you about our planet and three planets of your choice every year. I always pick the planets with the biggest issues or have had the most exciting things happen to it or its species.

I’m tired of learning from what I’ve read or was taught. I want to be hands-on and actually visit these places. I don’t want to get weird looks and be in a place were the most exciting thing that has happened in the last googolplex was a rare algae growing over everything because it rained for a while. Oh, and the leader of the planet son being named Zane. I want to be destined for amazing things and known around the universe. I didn’t know that these things would actually happen and I would be getting stared at for more reasons than just my name. Let’s take it back to a time a couple months before my twelfth thousand birthday when I woke up out of my sleep floating over my rest device, now the color of teal with a purple dread lock mohawk. Before I was known as The Flying Boy Of ZINNYBOOBOO, HA and they thought it was odd when they heard my name was Zane.

THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED

I don’t remember my younger years like that. I just remember I was a good kid. I remember. My mom and dad being around a lot. Even though they have important jobs, they still were quite free. Like I said, nothing happens here. They had these jobs as far back as I can remember. My dad’s job is appointed to you. Once your in that position you stay in it in ’til you decide to give it to someone else. You can give it to whoever you want to. I will say that is the coolest thing about my planet in my opinion. Anyone can be the leader.

When I was young, not even a full thousand years old yet, my mom would always tell me the story of how I got my name. I didn’t care for hearing stories from reading devices. Their preprogramed stories are always so predicable. I wanted to hear something exciting and that was also true. If you were wondering, a reading device is like a book, and a tablet combined but a little more high tech. It will read to you as well as project whatever is written on any surface. Imagine reading about a Blue whale and having a life like Blue whale on your wall swimming in the ocean.

So my mom started to tell me the story of how I got my name. I’ve heard this story a number of times but I didn’t care. It never got old to me, it always made me extremely happy hearing it. To this day, my mom tells me this story. From what I hear every species is different but for ZINNYBOOBOO, moms carry the seed of their young for a full two hundred years. It’s a process called perfecting. Fun fact, during the perfecting process we are taught many languages. By the time we’re born we would already know every language on hundreds of species over ten different planets. Earth is usually one of the first planets we learn, though I have no clue why. Since Earth is one of the first planets we learn here on ZINNYBOOBOO, Zoobooians use a lot of different words but with similar meanings regardless of the different languages.

When it was getting close to the time when I was suppose to be arriving, my parents still didn’t have a name for me. My dad wanted to name me something boring. I think it was Joe. Thankfully my mom was linked with me from the start. I don’t think she knew I would be what I am today but she knew I would be a kid destined for greatness, or at least not your average Joe. She told my father NO, we need to name him something different. I heard my fathers other, go to name was Donald. What in the universe is a Donald? Trumping that idea my mom told him that sounded ridiculous. I’m thinking something like Zane. ZANE, my father replied with a puzzled look on his face. Yes, Zane my mom replied to his not so much of a question. You know I’m the leader of ZINNYBOOBOO Marry, we have to lead by example, my father told my mom.

Whenever my father said my moms first name Marry or you heard her call him Jack you knew there was a problem. I heard he went on a whole little rant. My mom stood her ground. She told him no, his name will be Zane and that’s it. It doesn’t matter what planet you’re from or live on, the wife gets what the wife wants. My dad of course eventually caved in and told her ok, but if we have another seed I will pick the name. Sure she said, thinking yeah right, we’ll see. My dad asked why Zane though. Zane reminds me of the beginning of our great planet. Our son will always be reminded in a way of our planet’s greatness, my mom replied. Internally thinking ZINNYBOOBOO isn’t reminded of anything else, at least it could be reminded of our son. I love hearing that story. I’m pro-mommy so I love hearing about my mom talk about me especially with so much love, but the night everything changed I didn’t notice the love but only saw fear and worry in her eyes.

I remember the night like it was yesterday. It was in the middle of the night. I was a bit gassy. My mom and I went to the BOO BOO Market earlier in the day. I loved going food shopping with her. It was kind of our thing, along with watching entertainment pictures. Plus let’s face it my dad wasn’t about to go, he hated food shopping even though he loved food eating. I have no room to talk. I love food as well. If there’s one thing I can do, is eat lots of food. My favorite food is human pizza from the earthling section in the BOO BOO Market and I can’t eat it without my favorite drink, lava water.

But I make the same mistake every time we get it. I eat it way to quick. After I got back from the BOO BOO Market my mom immediately made my favorite dish. She knows that as soon as it touches the food cart that’s the first thing I want when we get back to our galactic living dome, whether I’m hungry or not. Soon as the food was done I was eating it. I didn’t even bother letting the food cool down. Before the cooking device was even cool I was already done eating and chugging down my second bottle of lava water. Which I like warm by the way. I know that has to sound a little weird. Warm, lava water. Like always about five minutes after I ate, what you humans call a stomachache started.

Eating pizza that fast always causes me lots of stomach pain. Chugging two lava waters back to back that fast probably didn’t help. You would think I’ve learned my lesson by now with all the times this has happened to me. I can’’t help it, it’s just sooooo good. Once the pizza touches my lips I just can’t stop until it’s all gone, and that goes for the lava water, too. My stomach was hurting so bad. I just wanted the pain to stop. My mom gave me some medicine to make my stomach stop hurting so bad.

I went to sleep early because I was so irritated from the pain. I tossed and turned for a while in my hover bed. It took me for what felt like the journey to Pluto without hyper drive to fall asleep. Before I knew it my eyes were wide open looking at the ceiling. It felt like I didn’t sleep for long. I could see my ceiling clock out of one of my eyes, which were only half open at the time.

It was in the middle of the night. Apparently I had slept a while since I went to bed early. When I first started looking at the ceiling clock, I didn’t notice anything wrong. But after a couple of Earth minutes I said to myself I’m mighty close to the ceiling, that’s weird. Maybe I had the setting on my hover bed too high. I didn’t feel like getting out of bed; I was too lazy. My stomach wasn’t hurting anymore. I didn’t want to take the chance of moving too much and making it hurt all over again.

I could usually reach the settings on the side of my hover bed without getting up. When I reached down to touch it, I couldn’t feel the setting button on the side of the hover bed. That’s odd, I thought. I didn’t realize how high I was. I just knew the clock seemed close and I felt higher than I should be. I was still half-asleep so I couldn’t tell how high I was. I flipped the covers off of me, annoyed that I had to see what was going on. When I went to swing my legs around to touch the ground I noticed the ground wasn’t there. I kept reaching for it, stretching my foot lower and lower hoping to touch ground but ground was never touched.

Now I was a little unsettled by everything. Especially when I noticed I didn’t even feel a bed for my legs to reach around on let alone an actual floor. I tried to touch the settings on the side of my hover bed again. I felt nothing. Now my hand was frantically looking for something to touch and nothing was there. As I reached for something on the side of me that’s not there, I noticed the covers I pulled off of me weren’t by me. I was afraid to look down. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the light that comes from my VGP (Virtual game player) or what you would probably know it by as a video game system. I could tell that light was pretty far from where I was. By now I knew I was up in the air. I didn’t know why or technically how high. Whatever it was, I was afraid to move, from the fear of falling.

What I did next any young eleven-thousand year old boy with any common sense in my situation would of done. I yelled for my mommy and daddy over and