A/N: I'm board and wanted to write some thing. I know I should be working on one of the 16 stories I need to finish but I want to make my list of fan fic ideas shorter. I mean, I have like almost 90 some thing ideas for crying out loud! And no, I'm not exaggerating. Two more ideas and I'll be in the 90s. So, I'm getting rid of some of the ideas by turning them into fan fics now.
It was a normal day. The sun was shinning in the sky and the wind was blowing gently. Almost every one was happy. The only one who wasn't happy was a certain crog named Toros.
"I hate this. It's to sunny out. The people are to joyful. They're pathetic" Toros said to him self. He was being a big baby.
He looked at all the children playing. He growled. He looked at all the smiling faces. He growled louder. He looked at the sun. He lost it.
All the children ran. All the smiling faces turned to frowns. Then a little girl went up to the crog.
"What do you want?!" Toros yelled. She handed him a peace of paper. "What is this?!" he yelled again.
"It's an F!" she yelled at him. He was quiet. In his mind he was thinking 'what the' then he looked at the paper. There was a big fat F on it. He looked at the girl; she had already started walking away.
The crowd stared at her in awe. She looked about 4 years old yet she was braver then any of them. Toros growled then left.
That night
"Um, no! I've been a good boy! Don't give me an F!" Toros yelled in his sleep.
A/N: Sorry it's so lame. I couldn't think of any thing better. I don't own Oban star racers.