to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.

these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.

if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.

story 22. evan aoki: miracle baby (by jenny yang. friday, november 29, 2013)

they called him a “miracle baby.” evan aoki. he was this little hapa kid in my school. i first really hung out with him when we both were taking swim classes together. he looked like any other kid - nothing too remarkable about him. smooth pale skin, a toothy grin and brown hair. but they called him a miracle.

turns out evan was not supposed to happen. his dad had a vasectomy after having their second child so evan was really a surprise. evan’s mom, sam aoki, peed on three different sticks just to be sure.

NOOOOOOOO was the scream heard around the quiet suburban Pasadena neighborhood to send the neighborhood dogs abarking.

“what do you mean i’m pregnant?” said sam, as she tucked a lock of her fine blond hair behind her left ear. that was sam’s nervous “tell.”

they were at the obstetrician’s office to make things official.

“yeah. what do you mean we’re pregnant?” echoed evan’s dad, todd. “i’m supposed to be sterile.”

the doctor nodded, “yes. you’re right. you’re technically supposed to be sterile. you only have a fifty thousand sperm count...out of the billion or so normal levels of sperm. that’s nothing.”

“one of those little bastards found sam’s egg,” todd said in disbelief.

“yes. it’s very rare but it does happen. an egg can still be fertilized after the man has a vasectomy,” said the doctor.

the door slammed on their prius hybrid and the stunned silence hung in the air between them.

“we’re pregnant,” sam whispered.

“you. and your ‘loose’ egg. slutty slutty little egg,” todd muttered.

“pfff…” and they both cracked up in fits of giggles.

as their car pulled into the driveway of their pasadena home, they were both wearing huge grins on their face and holding hands.

evan turned out more than okay.  he was the friendlies, smiliest little kid. we became friends the second we met in the pool. we were supposed to be doing warmup stretches but he stood next to me and pretended to be drowning underwater until i freaked out and pulled him up.

“gotcha!” he cried with his snotty water nose.

we got into the habit of staying late after class just to swim more in the pool.

then one night, we decided to do what we had never done before, break our parent’s rules and sneak out of the house to go swimming.

we were only ten years old but brave enough to know how to walk to and from the ymca pool.  it was outdoors and we figured out a way to hop onto this thick bush and jump the fence.

the breakin was painless and easy. everything was dark except for the flood lights at the bottom of the lap pool. we had the place all to ourselves.

“let’s go, jo!” evan yelled like a battle cry for us to attack the water.

we didn’t even take our clothes off and jumped right in.

but in my haste, as i jumped in, i must’ve knocked my head on the stair rails.

everything went black.

the next thing i knew i found myself in a dark tunnel like a dream. but at the end of this tunnel was evan and he was glowing. he was glowing green and swimming toward me like a rocket - all velocity and without using his arms. and then, darkness.

the next time i woke up i was spitting out gulps of chlorine water and forcing my eyes open even though it felt like a huge stack of dictionaries were sitting on top of my forehead.

“jo! jo!  are you okay? are you awake?”

that was evan’s voice, except two octaves higher and in a panic.

“what! i hear you! your voice is so loud! i’m like right here.” i was not in the best mood.

“well. good. god. i just saved your stupid life! maybe a thanks.”

evan was right.

i finally opened my eyes and saw him. he looked like normal evan, and then, i saw his eyes.

“you’” i looked right into those eyes of his. they were no longer brown. they were glowing green.

that was the night, i found out evan’s secret. swimming like a fish and glowing in the dark was only the beginning of his special powers.

miracle baby, indeed.

the end.