A/N: Three down, pretty much infinity to go. Not a whole lot in this one that people didn't already know about Todd, but it's goes a little farther into his thoughts and describes things more than the other ones. Todd belongs to KidsWB and Marvel, but I made up Todd's past, so it's... kinda mine. But you can use it if you want. :-)
It's not so bad. Being a mutant, I mean.
Yeah, for the most part, it bytes. The way I look kinda messes up my life, and I still don't think it's fair that Kurt gets that image-maker-better-thingy. Why can't *we* have cool little gadgets like that?
Every time I see him, I feel like ripping that stupid watch right off his wrist in front of the whole school and yelling, "See? I'm not the only ugly one! The cute foreign kid ain't so cute anymore, is he?!" But I don't. It may not seem like it, but I've got more class than that.
Todd Tolensky doesn't have to bring other kids down just to look better. I've got better ways of getting praise from my teammates.
"Todd, we're all out of cash." "Don't worry, yo. I can get us some."
I first started stealing when I was five. I was so scared, I took an apple from a grocery store so me and my family could eat something. A guy working there saw me do it, but I guess he figured I really needed it or something because he just smiled and went back to mopping the floors. I came back the next day, and managed to take some bread without anyone seeing. Day after that, it was a three-pound bag of potatoes. My mother didn't know where I was getting the stuff, and she didn't care. When your dad's dead and you're living in a broken car with three kids, food is food. No matter where it comes from.
I knew I had to get caught eventually. I just didn't know it would make me leave my family when I was seven.
After I ran from the cops, some lady's purse under my arm, I kept stealing. Some little part of me knew it was wrong, but I did it to survive. For awhile, anyway.
Food, then purses and wallets, then expensive jewelry. I found a gun in some purse I stole. I robbed a Seven-Eleven with it.
Yeah, being a mutant sucks. But considering what the rest of my life has been like... well, it doesn't seem so bad, now, does it?
It's not so bad. Being a mutant, I mean.
Yeah, for the most part, it bytes. The way I look kinda messes up my life, and I still don't think it's fair that Kurt gets that image-maker-better-thingy. Why can't *we* have cool little gadgets like that?
Every time I see him, I feel like ripping that stupid watch right off his wrist in front of the whole school and yelling, "See? I'm not the only ugly one! The cute foreign kid ain't so cute anymore, is he?!" But I don't. It may not seem like it, but I've got more class than that.
Todd Tolensky doesn't have to bring other kids down just to look better. I've got better ways of getting praise from my teammates.
"Todd, we're all out of cash." "Don't worry, yo. I can get us some."
I first started stealing when I was five. I was so scared, I took an apple from a grocery store so me and my family could eat something. A guy working there saw me do it, but I guess he figured I really needed it or something because he just smiled and went back to mopping the floors. I came back the next day, and managed to take some bread without anyone seeing. Day after that, it was a three-pound bag of potatoes. My mother didn't know where I was getting the stuff, and she didn't care. When your dad's dead and you're living in a broken car with three kids, food is food. No matter where it comes from.
I knew I had to get caught eventually. I just didn't know it would make me leave my family when I was seven.
After I ran from the cops, some lady's purse under my arm, I kept stealing. Some little part of me knew it was wrong, but I did it to survive. For awhile, anyway.
Food, then purses and wallets, then expensive jewelry. I found a gun in some purse I stole. I robbed a Seven-Eleven with it.
Yeah, being a mutant sucks. But considering what the rest of my life has been like... well, it doesn't seem so bad, now, does it?