Davis and Me
Rewritten By: Dr. Ripper Roo
Hello folks! I'm writing my first fic here, so be nice and review.
Tai: You think they'll do it?
Roo(Me): Course they will, not to mention that I will "bash" both T.K. and Davis.
Davis: You mean you're going to bash T.J., right?
Roo: And you too Davis. Davis and T.K. are related as cousins and the story will be told
In T.K.'s point of view. (Not to mention that these 2 will be kicked in the groin, sooner or
Later) Oh yes, Davis, your older sister will be Sora okay? Good now I don't own any of the characters or the story written by Gary Paulsen.
my dad and my older brother Matt. But this year I was going to visit my cousin Davis in the country. Early morning my mom woke me up and told me I ought bring my luggage
downstairs. My mom also told me that the sheriff will pick me up and drop me off at Lugsville. (I made this up) It was already 5 in the morning and I wanted to get back to sleep.
Just after I finished the doorbell rang and their was the sheriff. He was tall, muscular, and the type you don't want to mess around with. "Howdy, I'm here to pick up your boy and take him to Lugsville," the sheriff said. "Won't you like some breakfast?" asked my mom. "Sorry Mam, already had some," the sheriff replied. The sherrif told me that it would be a long drive so I ought to get comfy. The sheriff also helped me with putting my luggage into the truck. My mom told me to be a good boy and say "hi" to everyone back at the farm. When we left I fell into a nice long sleep.
When I woke up the sheriff and I were traveling on a dirt road and into the forest.
I looked at my watch and it said 3:25 P.M. Just then I saw a farm and the sheriff said "Larson's place." The last I ever came here was when my parents were still married and I was around 5 years old. Now I'm 13, I think I had a cousin and his name was Davis. The sheriff parked the truck in front of the front porch. "Hiya," said a brown haired boy who was my age and height. "My name is Davis, what's yours?" he asked. I got out of the truck and I said, "My name is T.K." Just then Davis yelled, "The city slicker is here!"
All of a sudden a girl who looked 4 years older than and had red hair popped out with the rest of the family. "Hello, my name is Sora, don't mind Davis, he can obnoxious at some
times," said Sora, "Here let me help you." Sora carried my luggage and my small metal box. Just then it realized of the importance of what was inside of it. Inside was "Dirty Pictures" I got when my mom and I went shopping in the West Indies. The street vendor
sold me these pictures when my mom wasn't shopping with me. I quickly snatched the box from Sora and started to walk towards the house. "What the hell do have in that box?" asked Davis. SMACK! Davis was smacked by Sora and she yelled "No more swearing do you hear me Davis Larson!" "Yes" Davis replied sorely. The sheriff soon left the farm, and here I was not knowing in which state I was in and I walked into the house. Davis showed me that I would be sleeping in his room and I got to use the sleeping bag.
"Wake up!" he yelled. I got up groggily and headed towards the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I got into my regular clothes (Season 2 clothes) and headed downstairs to have breakfast. There was Davis in a chair (In the Digimon the movie clothes)