The usual disclaimers…
TTT owns NOTHING. Do you hear me? Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not even our clothes anymore. We pray daily to whomever will listen for ownership of the G-boys, but that just doesn't seem to be happening, does it? *the three sigh unhappily* The world is so cruel to poor little girls…anywho, Joey has a message for y'all.
*Joey pops up with a big sign that says "THIS CHAPTER IS MINE!"* ALLLLLLL mine! Nobody else at all! No Atlalanta, no Leigh, only meeee!!! BWAHAHAHA!! And guess what? DRN!!! DIE RIGHT NOW!! But only after you read my chapter. You don't wanna read Leigh's or Atla's, you know. Nope, not at all. Because I'm specialer!
GUNDAM WING SECRETS-
THE NEXT GENERATION
1 JOEY'S GUNDAM
"Miss Maxwell, if you wouldn't mind, students aren't allowed to wear gloves in class," the teacher frowned, "So please remove that?" Joey shook her head slowly.
"I can't, Mrs. Tence. The glove doesn't come off."
"And why not? It's against school rules, so take it off, before I send you to the principal's office!"
"I can't! The glove can't come off!"
"That's it, young lady! Take this slip and march yourself straight to the principal's office right this minute!" the teacher thrust a yellow slip of paper into Joey's gloved hand and pointed at the door. All the other students carefully avoided looking at anything except their papers, especially at Joey, who was glaring silently at the teacher on her way out.
At the principal's office, she was made to wait outside for almost twenty minutes on a hard wooden bench, an extreme hardship for an eight year old who was used to moving around if she felt like it. When they finally sent her in, the old man looked at her disapprovingly.
"And why is it that you refuse to take your glove off, miss?"
Joey rolled her eyes angrily, "I told Mrs. Tence why not! The glove don't come off! Call my dad if you wanna, he'll agree with me!"
"I'm afraid disciplinary measures must be taken, if you refuse to comply with the rules, Miss Maxwell. I'll have to contact your parents."
"FINE," the girl exploded, extending her hand, "YOU take the glove off if you think it CAN come off! Just try! You'll never do it, the thing is sewed on!"
The principal blinked rapidly, "But…why would it be sewn on…? Oh, bother. Now I have to talk to your parents about you making up stories also! Let's see, student file for Joey Maxwell…" He picked up the phone and dialed the number on the index card, rolling his eyes impatiently.
"Yes, Mr. Maxwell? This is the principal at Joey's school, she's here for disciplinary action…yes…she refuses to comply with the school's dress code and remove her glove, then was making up ridiculous stories about the thing being sewn on! What? But how, and why? No, I haven't seen her medical file…why? Oh…oh, dear…my sincerest apologies, Mr. Maxwell…I'll be sure to put an excuse note on file for her from now on…I'm very sorry about this whole mess…Yes, goodbye, sir." He hung up the phone, looking very shaken, staring wide-eyed at the angry little girl seated before him. He fumbled a pen out of his drawer and wrote a hasty note to her teacher, officially excusing Joey from that particular part of the dress code, though only hinting obliquely as to the reasons.
He handed the note to Joey with a tremulous smile, "Take this back to your teacher, and don't worry that you'll be punished for wearing the glove." Joey nodded solemnly, glared at him, and left back to class. The principal collapsed in his chair, running a hand through his hair, "They get weirder every year…I need a drink."
Joey returned to class and presented the note to her teacher, who glared snootily at her as if she'd bribed the principal into letting her wear the glove, but didn't comment, except to hand Joey the worksheet that the rest of the class was busy with.
When Joey returned home that afternoon, she went up to her room, locked the door, and cried for the next hour and a half, until Duo picked the lock on her door and entered.
"Go away, I don't wanna talk to you! You told the dumb principal about my hand, didn't you? That's why he looked at me so funny! It was all your fault!" She hurled the nearest thing at hand, a large pillow, at her father, and continued to sob quietly.
"Joey, it was the only way to get you permission. Unless you don't want to ever go to school again, a few people have to know. Would you rather work down in the junkyard with me every day for the rest of your life?"
"No, but…I hate this stupid hand, an I don't want nobody to know about it!"
"Well, Joey, unless you get it amputated, it's gonna follow you around for the rest of your life. So I suggest you get used to it ASAP, or it'll make you miserable."
"You know, you been workin' in the junk yard your whole entire life! You don't unerstand!"
"Well, not for my WHOLE life…I'm not THAT old!"
"Then what did you used to do?"
"I played war games with DeathSycthe…oops!" Duo clapped one hand over his mouth and looked mortified, "I didn't say that!"
Joey had sat straight up in bed, staring at him with wide blue eyes and an even wider smile, " I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! You were a Gundam pilot! I knew you looked like those pictures in my manga! You were pilot number zero two! DeathScythe!" Joey got up and danced around on top of her bed, grinning like a maniac. And then she fell backwards onto the bed, looking like she'd been hit over the head with a two-by-four.
"I got an idea! You got lots of junk at the yard! I'm gonna build me a Gundam, too! An you're gonna help with it! Or I'll tell everybody in the whole wide world that Duo Maxwell was Shinigami!"
Duo's eyes were wide with shock and horror, "You're really serious, aren't you? You're gonna make a Gundam…They'll kill me…slowly…and painfully…I'd better go buy a coffin and dig a grave now…"
Joey, of course, wasn't listening to a word he said, "An I already got the plans an stuff, too! We're gonna make another Gundam, even better'n DeathScythe Hell TWO!"
"Hm…that name is just so…unoriginal…why don't you think of something else to call it?"
Joey folded her arms and scrunched up her face in thought, "I got it! Ima call it NightShadow! An I'll be Tenshi No gami! I'll be the angel of death!" Several minutes of jubilant yelling and bouncing followed her declaration, as Duo sank to the ground, looking ill.
"The second you picked that black glove, I just knew something bad was gonna happen…"
FIN
AN: And this is where Joey starts making her Gundam, NightShadow. It has a dragonish kind of humanoid shape, and its main abilities are stealth and hiding. It has a tail, a dragon-shaped head, complete with horns, bat wings, and claws for hands. Oh, and the whole Joey-wear-a-glove-all-the- time is because she was born with no skin on most of her right hand, except for her middle and pointer fingers, from the middle to the tips. Weird, huh? When she was five, she was getting a new glove grafted on, and chose a black one instead of the flesh-tone she'd been using before that.
Heehee! TTT hopes you enjoyed it! I know Joey's hand is freaky, but that's the wonderful world of character flaws and plot justification, so get used to it, you'll hear about that little piece of black fabric a LOT! *Joey pops up* I hate my hand. If I could find an axe, I'd chop it off! But dad went and hid them all where I can't find them. Or so HE thinks…bwahahaha…*Joey vanishes* *Atla and Leigh pop up, and smack Joey on the back of the head as she leaves* This isn't FAIR! We aren't in the story at all! *Joey glares at them* You'll get other chapters, so deal! This one's MINE. *Leigh whines* But I'm OLDER! *Joey grabs both girls and they all leave* Ciao!
Email Atalanta – Atalanta@gundamwing.org
Email Leigh – DarkZer07@aol.com
Email Joey – N/A, email Atla or Leigh
Flames, comments, and other forms of suggestion welcome! Flames to Atla, comments to Leigh. Atla will decide you are a politician and apply the rule of PMD (Politicians Must Die) to you, and nobody will ever find your body ever again. Leigh will hug you. And crush all your bones in the process. Joey will sneak up behind you and shove a knife in you and twist it a few times, just for fun.
Feel the love.
TTT owns NOTHING. Do you hear me? Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not even our clothes anymore. We pray daily to whomever will listen for ownership of the G-boys, but that just doesn't seem to be happening, does it? *the three sigh unhappily* The world is so cruel to poor little girls…anywho, Joey has a message for y'all.
*Joey pops up with a big sign that says "THIS CHAPTER IS MINE!"* ALLLLLLL mine! Nobody else at all! No Atlalanta, no Leigh, only meeee!!! BWAHAHAHA!! And guess what? DRN!!! DIE RIGHT NOW!! But only after you read my chapter. You don't wanna read Leigh's or Atla's, you know. Nope, not at all. Because I'm specialer!
GUNDAM WING SECRETS-
THE NEXT GENERATION
1 JOEY'S GUNDAM
"Miss Maxwell, if you wouldn't mind, students aren't allowed to wear gloves in class," the teacher frowned, "So please remove that?" Joey shook her head slowly.
"I can't, Mrs. Tence. The glove doesn't come off."
"And why not? It's against school rules, so take it off, before I send you to the principal's office!"
"I can't! The glove can't come off!"
"That's it, young lady! Take this slip and march yourself straight to the principal's office right this minute!" the teacher thrust a yellow slip of paper into Joey's gloved hand and pointed at the door. All the other students carefully avoided looking at anything except their papers, especially at Joey, who was glaring silently at the teacher on her way out.
At the principal's office, she was made to wait outside for almost twenty minutes on a hard wooden bench, an extreme hardship for an eight year old who was used to moving around if she felt like it. When they finally sent her in, the old man looked at her disapprovingly.
"And why is it that you refuse to take your glove off, miss?"
Joey rolled her eyes angrily, "I told Mrs. Tence why not! The glove don't come off! Call my dad if you wanna, he'll agree with me!"
"I'm afraid disciplinary measures must be taken, if you refuse to comply with the rules, Miss Maxwell. I'll have to contact your parents."
"FINE," the girl exploded, extending her hand, "YOU take the glove off if you think it CAN come off! Just try! You'll never do it, the thing is sewed on!"
The principal blinked rapidly, "But…why would it be sewn on…? Oh, bother. Now I have to talk to your parents about you making up stories also! Let's see, student file for Joey Maxwell…" He picked up the phone and dialed the number on the index card, rolling his eyes impatiently.
"Yes, Mr. Maxwell? This is the principal at Joey's school, she's here for disciplinary action…yes…she refuses to comply with the school's dress code and remove her glove, then was making up ridiculous stories about the thing being sewn on! What? But how, and why? No, I haven't seen her medical file…why? Oh…oh, dear…my sincerest apologies, Mr. Maxwell…I'll be sure to put an excuse note on file for her from now on…I'm very sorry about this whole mess…Yes, goodbye, sir." He hung up the phone, looking very shaken, staring wide-eyed at the angry little girl seated before him. He fumbled a pen out of his drawer and wrote a hasty note to her teacher, officially excusing Joey from that particular part of the dress code, though only hinting obliquely as to the reasons.
He handed the note to Joey with a tremulous smile, "Take this back to your teacher, and don't worry that you'll be punished for wearing the glove." Joey nodded solemnly, glared at him, and left back to class. The principal collapsed in his chair, running a hand through his hair, "They get weirder every year…I need a drink."
Joey returned to class and presented the note to her teacher, who glared snootily at her as if she'd bribed the principal into letting her wear the glove, but didn't comment, except to hand Joey the worksheet that the rest of the class was busy with.
When Joey returned home that afternoon, she went up to her room, locked the door, and cried for the next hour and a half, until Duo picked the lock on her door and entered.
"Go away, I don't wanna talk to you! You told the dumb principal about my hand, didn't you? That's why he looked at me so funny! It was all your fault!" She hurled the nearest thing at hand, a large pillow, at her father, and continued to sob quietly.
"Joey, it was the only way to get you permission. Unless you don't want to ever go to school again, a few people have to know. Would you rather work down in the junkyard with me every day for the rest of your life?"
"No, but…I hate this stupid hand, an I don't want nobody to know about it!"
"Well, Joey, unless you get it amputated, it's gonna follow you around for the rest of your life. So I suggest you get used to it ASAP, or it'll make you miserable."
"You know, you been workin' in the junk yard your whole entire life! You don't unerstand!"
"Well, not for my WHOLE life…I'm not THAT old!"
"Then what did you used to do?"
"I played war games with DeathSycthe…oops!" Duo clapped one hand over his mouth and looked mortified, "I didn't say that!"
Joey had sat straight up in bed, staring at him with wide blue eyes and an even wider smile, " I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! You were a Gundam pilot! I knew you looked like those pictures in my manga! You were pilot number zero two! DeathScythe!" Joey got up and danced around on top of her bed, grinning like a maniac. And then she fell backwards onto the bed, looking like she'd been hit over the head with a two-by-four.
"I got an idea! You got lots of junk at the yard! I'm gonna build me a Gundam, too! An you're gonna help with it! Or I'll tell everybody in the whole wide world that Duo Maxwell was Shinigami!"
Duo's eyes were wide with shock and horror, "You're really serious, aren't you? You're gonna make a Gundam…They'll kill me…slowly…and painfully…I'd better go buy a coffin and dig a grave now…"
Joey, of course, wasn't listening to a word he said, "An I already got the plans an stuff, too! We're gonna make another Gundam, even better'n DeathScythe Hell TWO!"
"Hm…that name is just so…unoriginal…why don't you think of something else to call it?"
Joey folded her arms and scrunched up her face in thought, "I got it! Ima call it NightShadow! An I'll be Tenshi No gami! I'll be the angel of death!" Several minutes of jubilant yelling and bouncing followed her declaration, as Duo sank to the ground, looking ill.
"The second you picked that black glove, I just knew something bad was gonna happen…"
FIN
AN: And this is where Joey starts making her Gundam, NightShadow. It has a dragonish kind of humanoid shape, and its main abilities are stealth and hiding. It has a tail, a dragon-shaped head, complete with horns, bat wings, and claws for hands. Oh, and the whole Joey-wear-a-glove-all-the- time is because she was born with no skin on most of her right hand, except for her middle and pointer fingers, from the middle to the tips. Weird, huh? When she was five, she was getting a new glove grafted on, and chose a black one instead of the flesh-tone she'd been using before that.
Heehee! TTT hopes you enjoyed it! I know Joey's hand is freaky, but that's the wonderful world of character flaws and plot justification, so get used to it, you'll hear about that little piece of black fabric a LOT! *Joey pops up* I hate my hand. If I could find an axe, I'd chop it off! But dad went and hid them all where I can't find them. Or so HE thinks…bwahahaha…*Joey vanishes* *Atla and Leigh pop up, and smack Joey on the back of the head as she leaves* This isn't FAIR! We aren't in the story at all! *Joey glares at them* You'll get other chapters, so deal! This one's MINE. *Leigh whines* But I'm OLDER! *Joey grabs both girls and they all leave* Ciao!
Email Atalanta – Atalanta@gundamwing.org
Email Leigh – DarkZer07@aol.com
Email Joey – N/A, email Atla or Leigh
Flames, comments, and other forms of suggestion welcome! Flames to Atla, comments to Leigh. Atla will decide you are a politician and apply the rule of PMD (Politicians Must Die) to you, and nobody will ever find your body ever again. Leigh will hug you. And crush all your bones in the process. Joey will sneak up behind you and shove a knife in you and twist it a few times, just for fun.
Feel the love.