AN: I welcome you all (another) new story!
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Not really new.
More like, a remake of "The Gaang and the Gang", because a guest threatened to sue me if I didn't delete The Gaang and the Gang.
Here are some of the changes (and things that will be kept.)
The main characters names will be different (and not like me and my friends at all.) Almost everyone complained about this. Also, there will be no gun. I only added that because it was part of a bet. And the entire thing about me and my friends in the story. That was a bet.
Alexander the Great will still appear.
Me: BRACE FOR IMPACT BY ANGRY FLAMES WHILE I EXPLAIN MYSELF!
Alexander the Great may have seemed extremely pointless (like the spinny top- thingy in Zelda: Twilight Princess) but at the same time, he's necessary for part of the story. (Again, like the spinny top- thingy.) Maybe I'll just add him really late in the story, because his purpose will be part of the post war arc.
Don't forget to read and review my other stories! (And this) I have a few stories not published yet, Including but not only:
A western story (May be Pokémon, Avatar or something else)
Now: for my EXTREMELY creative disclaimer.
I used to own Avatar and Nick, then I took an arrow in the kn-
Wait a minute… NO I DIDN'T! I'VE NEVER OWNED AVATAR OR NICK AND I NEVER WILL!
"So what're you doin today, Boo?"
"Please Candice, don't call me that. I've told you that many times."
"Whatever you say, Boo." Candice replies with a giggle.
*Sigh* "What are we going to do with you, child?"
"I'm not a child, Riley! I'm fifteen years old!"
"You're still under the age of eighteen, therefore, a child."
"Just don't call me a child."
"Don't call me Boo, and we have a deal."
Candice thinks for a moment. "No deal. I could never give up calling you Boo. I'll suck up being called a child so long as I can call you Boo."
"Have it your way." I respond.
"But seriously Boo, watcha' doin today?"
"I dunno." I answer. "Probably watching some documentary on TV.
"Ugh, that's all you ever watch anymore!"
"Because that's all I ever like. Nothing good comes on besides science shows. Besides, I want to be a scientist one day. After all, I have the hair for it."
"You do not!" Candice says. "It's way too long!"
"Hello? Frankenstein?"
"More like the bride of Frankenstein!" Candice bursts into uncontrollable laughter.
My hair goes down to the middle of my back, and is dirty blond. I'm about average height for a fifteen year old, 5'8. My eyes are noted to be as blue as the Caribbean on a cloudless summer day. I'm also noted to be a bookworm who loves reading all sorts of fiction.
Candice, on the other hand, hates most things regarding reading, writing or things like that.
Drawing?
No. She's never drawn anything outside of art class.
Writing?
No, no. She tried to write a short story about a hero and a dragon, and ended up burning it.
Dancing?
Okay: I don't dance, but at least I've tried it before. Candice just tripps over her own feet.
Doing the Macarena.
She stands at around 5'4 with curly red hair and eyes as green as a quenched grassland.
"How bout instead of sitting around all day," Candice starts. "You come to the dojo with me!"
I think for a moment. "Ehh, okay." We spent many days in their early childhood in the local dojo, learning various martial arts. Since reaching High School, we have had less time to practice, but we still hit the dojo every once and a while to keep our skills sharp.
And our swords sharper.
The two of us are rather good students, being some of the best minor marshal artists and swordsmen in the district. Only one other student in the district is ranked higher than us: Kim Sal. She arrogantly boasts being the best minor Martial Artist in the world, but that is just a claim. The record belongs to an unnamed male from China who wishes to keep his name a secret. Our skills are frequently considered equally matched, so we both hold the rank of #2 in the district. Never has one beaten the other in a fight. Matches between the two of us are often dreaded by the other students, they take far too long. Neither one of us backs down during our fights, so the masters have to intervene and call it a draw.
We hop into Candice's car and drive to the dojo in silence. When we arrive, we lock the car doors and make our way to the entrance. Upon reaching the doors, we see a sign that says Closed.
"Dang." Candice says.
"So much for that!" I say, eager to get back to my lazy day.
Candice grabs me by my shirt collar. "Oh no you don't! We're going to do something today, and you're going to like it!"
"Why are you so persistent on hanging out with me today?" I demand. "You've been trying to avoid activities with me for at least two weeks, then all of a sudden you want me to do things with you."
"SATs, my dear Wattson." Candice says.
I sigh and look at the audience reading this story. "Women are strange creatures, don't you think so?"
"Who are you talking to?" Candice says.
"I dunno." I answer.
"I have the weirdest friend in the world…" Candice says.
"Would you rather have a normal friend?" I ask, teasingly.
Candice has a weird look on her face. "Normal? You mean that setting on the washing machine?"
"There's a setting on the washing machine for that?" I ask. "I thought there was only 'Super epically macho load'."
"Parently there is a normal setting." Candice says.
"Anyways, what did you want to do?" I ask.
Candice thinks for a moment and then says, "Let's go back to the house. I'm starving."
"Great idea!" I say. I walks over to the passenger seat of Candice's car while she gets in the driver's seat.
We live in the same house, our mothers being very close to each other. The four of us are like a family.
A family that has struggled for a long time.
Both of our fathers died in the Middle East, fighting terrorism. We were young, and struggle to remember our dads. Since then, our mothers have often disappeared unannounced. Most days after school, we arrive at home to food sitting on plates ready to be eaten, but no one is home.
And today is no exception. We walk into the kitchen and see sandwiches on plates for them. This time, there's a note.
Riley and Candice,
We're sorry for being away for so long doing work. But please understand that this is for the best-"
"OH GIVE ME A BREAK!" I yell. I crumples up the paper and toss it aside.
"Do you need a few minutes to cool off?" Candice asks.
"I'm fine." I gruble.
"So what are we gonna watch?" She asks.
"I dunno." I say.
"Hmh. guess we'll have to think about it. Hey, did you get the link to the Avatar story I sent you?"
"Avatar..." I say. "We should watch that!" I exclaim.
"Okay." Candice says. That's it. No arguments over what to watch. Just utter the word Avatar and you have our undivided attention.
The only problem is, which episode do we watch?
"If we're going to binge," I say. "We need to start from the beginning."
"Ugh. The Boy in the Iceberg is boring." Candice says. "Let's watch Avatar State. Good action in there."
"You just wanna see Zuko with no ponytail." I say.
"Maybe I do," Candice says, folding her arms. "But I still wanna watch it." I look at her and she looks at me, both waiting for the other to goof so we can watch our episode.
After a few moments of silence, Candice says, "How about we settle this the old fashion way: Rock, Paper, Scissors."
"Can we add Lizard and Spock?" I ask.
"No. No you can't."
"Bob Saggot."We get ready to play.
"ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS!" We yell in unison. I pick paper, she picks rock.
"BOB SAGGOT!" She yells.
"The fates have spoken, dear Candice." I say. "Come. We will watch my episode." I open the DVD player and put in the disc that contains "The Boy in the Iceberg"
Approximately 25 minutes later….
"So, next episode?" Candice asks.
"But of course!" I say, using a terrible French accent. The next episode starts playing, but is rudely interrupted by the sound of something breaking outside.
"Just a sec." I smile uncomfortably, slipping into my yard. A small lamp I left outside the other night has fallen over, shattered into dozens of pieces.
"This lamp cost a lot of money!" I groan. "What in Oblivion could have knocked it over?" The heavens answer my question by blasting a large gust of wind. Now aware of a storm on the way, I rush inside.
"We need to move! I yell. "Big storm on the way, ETA five to ten minutes!"
We scramble around the house, boarding windows and turning off electronics. But for some reason, the TV refused to turn off. It kept playing "The Avatar Returns", despite me unplugging the TV.
"What's going on?" Candice asks. "Why won't it turn on?"
"Who knows!" I answer. The winds pick up outside, lightning flashes and thunder rips across the house.
"CANDICE!" I yell. "HOLD ON AND WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T! LET! GO!" We squat onto the ground and huddle together, the TV still playing Avatar.
AN: So there's the prologue. I hope you guys enjoyed and review. That's what feeds the flames of writing. I'll do my best with personality, character development and non Gary/Mary Sue, but I can't make promises. I still consider myself very new to the world of FF, so please just bear with me.
On one last note: I'm from the south, so I type like I speak. I say Parently instead of Apparently, I say bout instead of about and so on. Just a heads up for when I use southern slang in the future.