Welcome to the first chapter of our amazing story! This chapter is written by me, Poco! My account is Piratechicka! Hope you enjoy, and Joker is coming next! Yes, I am a cruel, melodramatic writer. You'll have to wait and see how Cloud, and Milan write! We will try to update weekly, but bear with us, this may come as a shock, but we all have lives; so please have faith in us. Hope you enjoy, and to my depression, I, and us, own nothing... Oh and the author of each chapter will be doing these author notes, unless something prevents us, or there is an exception. Like here, Cloud would like to say a word here. Take it away Cloud!
As you guys know, we DO write other stories, and even though I haven't updated in a long time, because my own computer has a virus and keeps getting it, I'll try. Anyway, I hope you guys can see the difference between our writing. :] I just wanted to say that I hope you guys like this, because the others and I had so much fun writing this! It's really late... -_-;.
The birds were chirping their singsong in the morning. The sun had just barely risen out of the sky, its rays lighting the trees and grass, giving it a distant glow.
Teague came out, sipping his morning coffee, ready for the day. A good sailor knew when it would be a good day. A great sailor could predict all of the weather as the sun was rising. Today was going to be just perfect. Teague stepped off his porch, and stood there, taking in the beauty, noticing that it wasn't as nice as the open sea, but land did have its perks. Teague closed his eyes, today, he would be nice.
Today, he wouldn't call his son "boy" as if to insult him. He'd be the happy and greeting vice principal he should be. Today, he wouldn't get blindly drunk with his son, and shoot people. No, today, he'd be a good man. He knew that his wife would be proud of him.
He heard singing coming from the distance, he had heard that some clown name Joker had been assigned bus driver. He could hear his singing from wherever it was coming from, and the screeching and scratching of the tires. But he wouldn't let it bug him, not today. If some insane clown wanted to sing, let him sing. Teague stuck out his hand, as he took a sip of coffee.
As he predicted, the newspaper, which was lying on the sidewalk, ten feet away, came flying into his hands as the bus screeched by. He smiled, today, was turning out perfect. He started to open the paper, when suddenly, he heard the bus turn around, the tires screeching loudly, and ear shatteringly loud against the pavement. Before Teague could even react, right as he realized how fast the bus was going, and what it would do. It was too late.
The wind from the bus had down a terrible thing. Just as it had whipped the paper into his hand, it whipped the coffee mug out of his hand. Shattering it. Teague frowned, as the bus started racing off again, probably having no clue what he just did.
And as the bus screeched, and sang it's self away, Teague's good attitude for the day went with it.
Review please! Joker is next, and it's going to get crazy!