Young Bond ROCKS
(spazzy me!)
I am the first to write on dis!
COOOOOOOOOL
Disclaimer: Only the awesome Charlie Higson has the ability to be able to write such works of Bond, James Bond, and Ian Fleming, the original author, and that new author, but who cares abut him?
RIP Ian Fleming
Chapter one: Taxi to Train
James POV
"James," Pitpal mouthed in a pneumonia voice, he was sick. "See you after break, my family's going to India after I get better."
I nodded. "See ya."
A small, dingy, and sunlight-yellow looking car pulled up and stopped in front of me, I grabbed the handle, pulled and hoisted myself into the stuffy passenger seat. I looked to my left at the lump of flesh beside me.
A fat, tramp-like man with ugly facial qualities stepped on the gas peddle and drove me to the Crossing station. I was glad when I got out.
"Have a nice day," he muttered.
I walked into the station, backpack slung over my back, and sat down, and started to wait for my train.
"James?" a familiar voice came from next to me.
I turned and saw a freckled face and flaming red hair. "Fricking A, bloody hell, James it's you!"
"Kelly," I said to him, "it's nice to see you again! How's your sister? What have you been doing since the ship?"
"Whoa whoa," he said. "One at a time, but do you think you could smuggle me into the train again?"
"Sure, dude," I said.
Then the train came noisily from a tunnel, stalling in front of us.
"ALL ABOARD!" a man screeched, Kelly went in as JI distracted the ticket person.
"Whoa, dude, hi, what's your name, mines Throbbinstraminesacoooanestes! Ever met anybody with that name?! I haven't but -- here is my ticket."
Then I went "aboard" the train.
IM SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT!
NEXT CHAPPIE WILL BE LONGA!