What A Life
All neopets have one of two feelings when they hear the pound. If the owner was nice and caring, they feel terror and sadness. If the owner was mean and uncaring, joy.
However, two Pteris hated it, until it brought them together, with a new, nice, caring owner.
The first was Borci. The only reason he was there was that his owner died in a car crash. He was flame painted, but no one cared. The other was Anglepie112. She was called Angle for short, and was painted White. Her owner thought she was useless, and dumped her. But, unlike Borci, who had been there a year, she would only spend a week there.
A 15 year old teen made his way to the pound, thinking about random things. Alright, maybe random wouldn't describe it. He was thinking of blowing up Canada, and France, with an atomic bomb. And ruling the world from North Dakota. And how to make monkeys handle guns. But hey, to him it was random.
When he got there, he was greeted by a Uni. She said, "Hello sir, I take it you are here to adopt?"
The teen replied, "Yes I am. I'm looking for one spices, the Pteri. Do you have 2 currently residing?"
"We do. Their names are Borci, and Anglepie112, or Angle for short. Would you like to see their stats?" The Uni said, while walking to their pen.
"No thanks, just grab them, and any paperwork, so I can get going," the teen said.
"Sure thing," the Uni said, taking the two Pteris out of the cage. Looking at them, she said, "You two better behave, or I might see you again."
"Don't worry," Borci started, "I'll be good, and besides, anywhere is better than that cage."
"I'll behave as my name would say," Angle said, smiling.
The Uni handed the teen the paperwork, and when she received it back, and said, "Thank you, Blazer is it? For adopting these two Pteri. Have a lovely day!"
The teen named Blazer said, "Will do! Come on you two, you can talk with me on the ride home."
"Home, that's a word I didn't think I'd ever use again," Borci said.
"It's a word I think of as torture," Blazer said. "My roommate's sister is a demon, or the devil's daughter, we aren't sure which, and she visits often."
"Well, hey she can't be that bad," Borci said.
"You'll see. Now, tell me about yourselves," Blazer said.
Borci went first and said, "Well, I like explosives, flying, and plain omelets. I dislike France, Canada, and cages. I also want to explore the world."
Angle went next, and said "I like faeries, candy, and movies. I dislike fighting, abandoning friends, and not finishing what you start. I don't really know what I want to do in the future."
Blazer went last, and said, "I like disorder, chaos, insane plans, and I'm addicted to sugar. Fortunately, I don't get the sugar rush other people get. I despise France, loathe my roommate's sister, and hate with ever fiber in my, and everyone else's, being, despise the act of doing nothing at all, unless it's waiting for something to cook, when you could be doing something important. Sorry, did I say important? I meant insane. I want to conquer the world, and will do so in many, many, months!!!" At the last part, he started laughing, and wasn't looking at were he was driving. He then proceeded to run into: an old lady, a tree that was broken, Boy Scout troop 237, Dracula, the Leaning Tower, and a turkey sandwich (hold the mayo!).
"Dude, your 15! Shouldn't you be driving with an adult to get your license?" Borci said, trying not to get sick with the bad driving.
Blazer responded with, "I live in North Dakota. You get your permit at 14, and your license at 15."
"I feel bad for North Dakota civilians then," Angle said, holding her stomach.
"I do too," Borci agreed, scared out of his wits.
Alright! First chap done! For the record, one line means change in location, time, or both. 2 lines means done or beginning. And the thing about ND's driving age? It's true. I spent a while there.