The Two Strangers
This is my first, and probably only, "Rocket Power" fic, seeing as I'm no big fan. This story kinda came to me in a brainstorm. There's not going to be too much extreme action, which by now has become what "Rocket Power" is all about, so I apologize for that. However, this should prove to be a good story, anyway. Enjoy!
As if we couldn't tell, I don't own any of the characters or settings, other than my chars Amber Fitchner and Nathan Sable, and the Prehistoric Skate Park, along with a few animals.
Rated PG for now because of unsettling moments, but it will be rated PG-13 later because of graphic violence, and some unsettling issues.
CHAPTER ONE: The New Neighbor
Ahh, yes...summertime in Ocean Shores- I mean, what could be better?! The climate's perfect, the waves are strong, and there are plenty of skate parks to visit. This is definitely an extreme sportsman's paradise.
...or sport-child's paradise, if you ask a few of the resident kids.
In the northern suburbs near Ocean Shores, four kids hung out by a huge ramp in the drive way of a house: a short boy with red hair, sunglasses, a yellow shirt, and a red helmet; a slightly taller girl with purple hair, a pink shirt, and a yellow helmet; another short boy with red hair, a blue shirt, and a backwards red baseball cap; and a short, round boy with blonde hair and a yellow shirt. The boy in the red helmet is named Otto Rocket, the girl is his sister Reggie Rocket, the boy in the baseball cap is named Maurice (or "Twister", as he likes to be called) Rodrequez, and the round boy is named Sam Dullard (his friends sometime use his nickname, "Squid").
Today was the day that Twister began shooting for his new stunt movie, and who was the star? Otto, of course! Otto is a very good skateboarder, as well as a good hockey player, surfer- you name it! If Ocean Shores has the sport, Otto is probably good at it.
As the young Mr. Rocket performed some dazzling tricks for the camera, Twister was momentarily distracted by the moving trucks across the street. All of the crates were so huge! What were they moving? An elephant?!
Otto, noticing that Twister's camera wasn't pointed at him, stopped his skateboard at the bottom of the ramp. "Twist!" he shouted to his distracted friend. "What's going on up there?"
Twister turned off his camera and came down, off of the ramp. "Did you notice those moving trucks?" he pondered aloud.
Reggie looked at Twister. "Moving trucks?" she wondered. "We have a new neighbor?"
The four kids looked out across the street. Two moving trucks were parked outside the house. The men were moving large crates into the garage.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "That's kind of unusual," he observed. "Crates aren't normally an option for such a small house."
"Maybe it's a computer," Twister guessed, turning to Sam. "You know, like yours."
Sam shook his head in doubt. "My computer is tiny compared to that," he pointed out. "Besides, the only computer that would need those crates are the government super computers, and those aren't allowed outside the Pentagon."
Twister just stared at Sam, confused. "Huh?" he said.
Sam sighed and shook his head. "Never mind."
Reggie began to walk over to the house. "I say we go check this out," she offered. "It can't hurt to find out what's in those boxes."
Everyone seemed to agree with Reggie on this, so they all joined her. Indeed, what was so big or fragile that it needed crates to be moved? The curiosity was almost overwhelming.
As they walked closer to the garage of the house, they could see a young teenage girl directing the men with the crates inside the house. She had long curly brown hair, a green shirt, and a yellow cap.
As soon as the last man from the first moving truck was inside the house, she turned to see the approaching children. "Hi," she greeted. "I'm Amber Fitchner. What brings you kids around here?"
"Hi, Amber," Reggie returned the greeting. "We noticed the huge crates and were curious about what's in them. By the way, my name's Reggie Rocket." And with that, everyone introduced themselves accordingly.
Amber smiled. "Well, it's great meeting you all," she said, holding the door to the house open. "Would you guys like to come inside? I'd love to get to know you better."
The kids looked at each other. They figured that a few minutes wouldn't hurt, so they gladly accepted the invitation and walked inside.
Good so far? I hope so! Please R&R, and I promise to get the next chapter up ASAP. Chow! ;P
This is my first, and probably only, "Rocket Power" fic, seeing as I'm no big fan. This story kinda came to me in a brainstorm. There's not going to be too much extreme action, which by now has become what "Rocket Power" is all about, so I apologize for that. However, this should prove to be a good story, anyway. Enjoy!
As if we couldn't tell, I don't own any of the characters or settings, other than my chars Amber Fitchner and Nathan Sable, and the Prehistoric Skate Park, along with a few animals.
Rated PG for now because of unsettling moments, but it will be rated PG-13 later because of graphic violence, and some unsettling issues.
CHAPTER ONE: The New Neighbor
Ahh, yes...summertime in Ocean Shores- I mean, what could be better?! The climate's perfect, the waves are strong, and there are plenty of skate parks to visit. This is definitely an extreme sportsman's paradise.
...or sport-child's paradise, if you ask a few of the resident kids.
In the northern suburbs near Ocean Shores, four kids hung out by a huge ramp in the drive way of a house: a short boy with red hair, sunglasses, a yellow shirt, and a red helmet; a slightly taller girl with purple hair, a pink shirt, and a yellow helmet; another short boy with red hair, a blue shirt, and a backwards red baseball cap; and a short, round boy with blonde hair and a yellow shirt. The boy in the red helmet is named Otto Rocket, the girl is his sister Reggie Rocket, the boy in the baseball cap is named Maurice (or "Twister", as he likes to be called) Rodrequez, and the round boy is named Sam Dullard (his friends sometime use his nickname, "Squid").
Today was the day that Twister began shooting for his new stunt movie, and who was the star? Otto, of course! Otto is a very good skateboarder, as well as a good hockey player, surfer- you name it! If Ocean Shores has the sport, Otto is probably good at it.
As the young Mr. Rocket performed some dazzling tricks for the camera, Twister was momentarily distracted by the moving trucks across the street. All of the crates were so huge! What were they moving? An elephant?!
Otto, noticing that Twister's camera wasn't pointed at him, stopped his skateboard at the bottom of the ramp. "Twist!" he shouted to his distracted friend. "What's going on up there?"
Twister turned off his camera and came down, off of the ramp. "Did you notice those moving trucks?" he pondered aloud.
Reggie looked at Twister. "Moving trucks?" she wondered. "We have a new neighbor?"
The four kids looked out across the street. Two moving trucks were parked outside the house. The men were moving large crates into the garage.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "That's kind of unusual," he observed. "Crates aren't normally an option for such a small house."
"Maybe it's a computer," Twister guessed, turning to Sam. "You know, like yours."
Sam shook his head in doubt. "My computer is tiny compared to that," he pointed out. "Besides, the only computer that would need those crates are the government super computers, and those aren't allowed outside the Pentagon."
Twister just stared at Sam, confused. "Huh?" he said.
Sam sighed and shook his head. "Never mind."
Reggie began to walk over to the house. "I say we go check this out," she offered. "It can't hurt to find out what's in those boxes."
Everyone seemed to agree with Reggie on this, so they all joined her. Indeed, what was so big or fragile that it needed crates to be moved? The curiosity was almost overwhelming.
As they walked closer to the garage of the house, they could see a young teenage girl directing the men with the crates inside the house. She had long curly brown hair, a green shirt, and a yellow cap.
As soon as the last man from the first moving truck was inside the house, she turned to see the approaching children. "Hi," she greeted. "I'm Amber Fitchner. What brings you kids around here?"
"Hi, Amber," Reggie returned the greeting. "We noticed the huge crates and were curious about what's in them. By the way, my name's Reggie Rocket." And with that, everyone introduced themselves accordingly.
Amber smiled. "Well, it's great meeting you all," she said, holding the door to the house open. "Would you guys like to come inside? I'd love to get to know you better."
The kids looked at each other. They figured that a few minutes wouldn't hurt, so they gladly accepted the invitation and walked inside.
Good so far? I hope so! Please R&R, and I promise to get the next chapter up ASAP. Chow! ;P