It was your usual everyday morning in Who-Ville, and the mayor's fourteen year old son Jojo Mcdodd awoke with as much enthusiasm as he did every morning. Which wasn't much considering he didn't like getting up and going to school. Especially when your the only son out of ninety six daughters all living under one roof. That made it hard for the fourteen year old who to even use the bathroom for five minuets. He was lucky he had his own room. He was a boy and his parents did consider that he would need some privacy from his sisters.
And besides that Jojo just didn't overall like people. He never really did. They never quite understood why he liked tinkering with musical objects or why he chose to not talk to anyone. Not even his mother or father. And after saving their whole town from being boiled, when he actually sang his father left him alone about trying to get him to be mayor because he at least understood it wasn't what Jojo wanted to do with his life.
But along time ago he had decided that they didn't need to understand completely. It was his passion and he was going to stick with it.
Now back to what the small who was doing, he was getting ready for another day of school. He didn't completely hate going and he had good grades in all his classes, but what he really rather do was go to the old observatory and keep making the musical objects that would appear in his head. luckily when it came to that this his family were the only ones who knew why he would disappear. They wouldn't follow or bother him because they knew he knew when to get home. They trusted him and at times that made him smile warmly.
But at the moment he wasn't smiling so warmly. He had at least gotten into the bathroom for a good two minuets to brush his teeth before all his sisters came scrambling in wanting to fix their hair and other things girls did. He pushed and squirmed quickly out and went back to his room to grab his backpack and head to school.
He was about to jump to the tree just outside his window. So it would make for a quicker escape past the family during their fast breakfast when he saw a Who-Haul just outside the house, across the street. This interested him because it was rare for a new family to show up. So he jumped to the spiraled tree and slid to the ground. When he looked over he could see two adults helping out the movers. In a way the both looked kind of dark, but then also happy and full of life. The man currently carrying a large box was as tall as his own father and had long raven hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. He had a small goatee just under his bottom lip, which made him look smart and cool headed. His clothing was just as dark as his hair but he also had a furry purple neck tie with two purple buttons down his middle and the same colored leggings. And when Jojo looked back at his face he saw he had failed to notice the mans bright green eyes. They were sort of weird because of all the other darker colors, but they some how pulled everything together.
When Jojo looked at the women who was talking to one of the movers he found her very pretty. She looked aged but not by much. She had Long white hair with two sprouts curled and sticking from the top of her head. Along with a black head band that didn't really pull her hair back , but was even more as a fashion purpose. Jojo payed attention to her eyes and saw they were actually purple. It sort of baffled the small who that both these adults had eyes that would fit just as perfectly on the other. When he looked more he saw the she had a thick black choker that held a gold pendant with a red stone set in the middle around her neck. Her clothing was not unlike a lot of other who women, but it was striped with red and grey only down her front with a black collar and two black buttons. Her leggings were also the same color.
Jojo smiled when he looked away. He found these new who's to be very interesting. They looked like the sort of people he might get along with. His own dark appearance matched well with theirs. Then he thought to look again and say the movers carrying a bed that looked like it belonged to a who of his age. He wondered if this person would be worth talking too. But Jojo didn't dwell much longer. He had to get to school and even if their wasn't another person he could actually, just maybe be friends with, then their went another chance just too talk.
" If you don't talk much anyway why really try?" Is what he thought. So he made sure he had everything he needed then at a moderate pace walked down the side walk towards his school.
While on his way Jojo had the strange feeling he was being watched. He looked around but saw nothing so he took it as a sign that he was being paranoid. What he didn't do was look up at the second floor window of the new who's house, were a boy only a year older than him stared with one visible neon-green eye. That showed an obvious sense of intrigue.