This is gonna' get confusing...this is actually the 2nd chapter...
By the way, I changed one of the names. Corrina is now Emanuella. Just so you know XD.
We just got our tree up and decorated...can't wait until all the kids come tomorow (My mom babysits. My house is usually full of screaming, crying, whining little kids.). Dalton (He's only a year old) will sure have fun with everything breakable.
God, I hate ear infections. I can't even hear out of my left ear now....
The 2nd part of this is where the preview came from. Ennnnnnnjoy.
Chapter 2
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"Did you get that Twist?" Otto asked, twirling his skateboard in front of him. He had just done a McTwist, adding his own falir to it. That was the thing about Otto, no matter how many tricks he could do, he could still manage to do 'simple' (According to him, at least) tricks using his own style to make them look new and complicated.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I got it." Twister said, fiddling with his camera.
"Good, because the Otto-man has got it going on." Otto said, jumping down from the skate ramp.
"Oh please." Reggie scoffed, "Can you say, 'Lame-o'?"
"In four different languages." Sam informed them, closing his labtop. "Can we hit the Shack? I'm starving."
"That's no surprise." Twister laughed.
"Aw, come on." Otto whined, "We just got here! I'm ready for some mad shred."
"Actually, Otto, we've been here for 1 hour and 16 minutes." Sam said, "Now can we eat?"
"Relax Squid, give us another hour." Otto told him, walking back up the pipe.
"Another hour? Come on Ottoman, I have to admit, I'm getting hungry too." Reggie said, "How about 10 more minutes?"
"10 minutes?" Otto whined, "That's practically 5 seconds in Rocket-time!"
"Fine then, you have 5 seconds in Rocket-Time. 5-4-3.." Reggie began counting, "2-1. Time to go. Sam, Twist, you coming?"
"Sure, my stomache could use some grub." Twister said, rubbing his stomache.
"Coming Otto?" Reggie asked Otto, who was pouting and grumbling.
"Do I look like I want to skate by myself?" He asked, as they ran to catch up with Twister and Squid.
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"Hey Raymundo." Reggie said, as they all took their seats.
"What'll it be, kids?" Ray asked them.
As Tito and Ray prepared their food, Reggie kept looking over at Twister. There was something about him today, something about the way he was acting. As soon as Ray brought out their food, Reggie took the oppertunity to question him about his behavior. "Twist, is there something on your mind?" Reggie asked.
"Yeah man, Something bothering ya' bro?" Otto asked, also curious as to why Twist was acting strange.
Twister sighed, and shifted around on his barstool. He took a sip of his drink, and sighed again. He turned to look at them.
"What would you guys say if I told you I have a sister?" He asked them.
"That'd be cool, why?" Reggie said, staring at him suspiciously.
"What would you say if I had more than 1?" He said, spinning around on his barstool until Reggie stopped him.
"How many." She said, staring at him.
"What would you say if I had 5?"
Squid turned to look at him.
"I'd say you're wacked."
Twister smiled innocently, "How wacked?"
By the way, I changed one of the names. Corrina is now Emanuella. Just so you know XD.
We just got our tree up and decorated...can't wait until all the kids come tomorow (My mom babysits. My house is usually full of screaming, crying, whining little kids.). Dalton (He's only a year old) will sure have fun with everything breakable.
God, I hate ear infections. I can't even hear out of my left ear now....
The 2nd part of this is where the preview came from. Ennnnnnnjoy.
Chapter 2
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Did you get that Twist?" Otto asked, twirling his skateboard in front of him. He had just done a McTwist, adding his own falir to it. That was the thing about Otto, no matter how many tricks he could do, he could still manage to do 'simple' (According to him, at least) tricks using his own style to make them look new and complicated.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I got it." Twister said, fiddling with his camera.
"Good, because the Otto-man has got it going on." Otto said, jumping down from the skate ramp.
"Oh please." Reggie scoffed, "Can you say, 'Lame-o'?"
"In four different languages." Sam informed them, closing his labtop. "Can we hit the Shack? I'm starving."
"That's no surprise." Twister laughed.
"Aw, come on." Otto whined, "We just got here! I'm ready for some mad shred."
"Actually, Otto, we've been here for 1 hour and 16 minutes." Sam said, "Now can we eat?"
"Relax Squid, give us another hour." Otto told him, walking back up the pipe.
"Another hour? Come on Ottoman, I have to admit, I'm getting hungry too." Reggie said, "How about 10 more minutes?"
"10 minutes?" Otto whined, "That's practically 5 seconds in Rocket-time!"
"Fine then, you have 5 seconds in Rocket-Time. 5-4-3.." Reggie began counting, "2-1. Time to go. Sam, Twist, you coming?"
"Sure, my stomache could use some grub." Twister said, rubbing his stomache.
"Coming Otto?" Reggie asked Otto, who was pouting and grumbling.
"Do I look like I want to skate by myself?" He asked, as they ran to catch up with Twister and Squid.
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"Hey Raymundo." Reggie said, as they all took their seats.
"What'll it be, kids?" Ray asked them.
As Tito and Ray prepared their food, Reggie kept looking over at Twister. There was something about him today, something about the way he was acting. As soon as Ray brought out their food, Reggie took the oppertunity to question him about his behavior. "Twist, is there something on your mind?" Reggie asked.
"Yeah man, Something bothering ya' bro?" Otto asked, also curious as to why Twist was acting strange.
Twister sighed, and shifted around on his barstool. He took a sip of his drink, and sighed again. He turned to look at them.
"What would you guys say if I told you I have a sister?" He asked them.
"That'd be cool, why?" Reggie said, staring at him suspiciously.
"What would you say if I had more than 1?" He said, spinning around on his barstool until Reggie stopped him.
"How many." She said, staring at him.
"What would you say if I had 5?"
Squid turned to look at him.
"I'd say you're wacked."
Twister smiled innocently, "How wacked?"
