I already have another idea for the next chapter of Jet's Life! YAY! I'm thinking along the lines of Harry Potter? Give me some feedback here people and tell me what you think about it. Cause I was either thinking about them being in the Marauders time, or prisoners of Lord Voldemort. Sarcasm shall definitely rule the world with that last suggestion.
Scout: I think you just made Jet's new nickname. Cause she does have alot of names, doesn't she? And I think JB is perfect. And you'll have to read this chapter to find out who the mysterious kid was. but you should know already, his hair was a dead give-away.
Queenie: Of course this dude has something to do with the plot...sorta. But he is one of the main characters of this story, and of the last one. So if you haven't read Back into Reality, you wouldn't know who this guy was. But if you did, the sandy hair would have been a dead give-away.
Ants: Yes, dead body findings are so much fun. Ever found one in your back yard. I have!...But it was only a dead mouse and bird that my cats killed.
LeMoNsOuR: Well thank you! I love getting compliments from new readers. And I dedicate each new chapter to each new reader. So...Here's yours.
Andrea: Andrea, Andrea, Andrea...What shall we do with you. Demanding such things from me. You do know that I could delete this story at any time of the day. And you could not reanimate that dead body...I already did...And you took my IDEA of taking over the WORLD!!! (Sniff Sniff). Ok I'm good now. We shall both take over the world, by using a dead body of sorts. And whose name should be Kitty? Cause you said it should be Jet...but then you said 'he'. I'm confuzzled?
Oh, and if you want to know what this new character looks like if you haven't read my other stories, go to B.I.R, chapter six, and the description starts on the paragraph of where it said 'I glanced in front of me.' And that's not too far down in the chapter so its not hard to miss.
As soon as I woke up, I immediately knew something was wrong. Seeing as I wasn't outside, nor was I on the dusty ground that I so gracefully landed on. (Ha! Gracefully! More like sprawled out with a leg sticking in the air!) No, I was on my cot, and had an arm wrapped around my waist. Oh, and I can't forget about the whispering voices around my bed.
There was warm breath on my face, so I moved my arm in front of me. And I felt one muscular chest under my fingertips. But wait...That would mean...Ewwww. Only X-Ray has a muscular chest. Gross!
I open my eyes slowly, thinking that the sight my eyes will behold is X-ray. But it wasn't.
My eyes went as wide as they could, and then I gasped. No, this person definitely wasn't X-Ray.
As my eyes ran over the sleeping features I had missed for so long, he opened his eyes. And I gave a squeak and pushed him off the side of the cot.
I was extremely surprised at myself for even doing that. And seeing my fellow tent mates look down at me with raised eyebrows and then down at the boy on the floor, I slowly peeked my eyes over the blankets. A pair of grayish blue ones stared back at mine.
"Spot?" I questioned slowly. This can't be Spot! Spot's still back in the olden days, sellin his stupid freakin newspapers.
"Yeah, who did you think I was? Racetrack, or your old buddy Kitty?" (Kitty is the guy Jet named after he captured her while trying to rescue Orange. Just so those of you who don't know. His name was actually Match, because of his red hair.)
It is Spot! I scrambled off the cot and landed on him, nuzzling my face into his neck. I took a deep breath... He still smells like the Docks and the 1900's.
"Ummm, Blue?" I heard Orange say.
"I'm not getting up, Nothing you say will even tempt me. You can't make me let go." I mumble to him, my breath making Spot get goose bumps.
I felt someone grab me around my middle, and I hang on to Spot like he was the only thing keeping me alive, and that person pulled me up, taking Spot up along with me.
"Ugh." Spot grunts. "Ma, let go."
I do as he commands. And I think he wasn't expecting me to let go so quickly, because he let out a cry of surprise as he hit the floor again.
The person holding me lifted me up the rest of the way to my feet, and I came face to face with Squid. I grin at him widely and then pull Spot to his feet, putting my arms around his waist possessively. Nobody is allowed to touch the Jorge, (Its sounds like Horehay, but it can also mean George.) but me! Well, that wouldn't be too nice for him, cause he's always spit shaking with his Newsies, and other leaders. So yeah...Never mind. But he's still mine.
"NOW nothing can make me let go of him. Not even French Fries!"
Orange and Battery look at me with amused faces, our other tent mates look at me confusedly. They had no entire clue what the French Fry stood for.
I grin and let go of Spot, starting to explain what the Fry stood for. And for all of those who don't know, I'll just tell you that its a peace offering. Like if your in war with someone. Or that story about the Trojans and the Trojan Horse. Like that, except people won't be coming out of the French Fry in the middle of the night.
"...And that my friends, is the story of the French Fry." I grin again while finishing the story.
They just look at me like I'm crazy. ZigZag gives a small jerk of his head, and says, "But all you said was, 'And that my friends, is the story of the French Fry."
I nod, "I know. And that's the story."
They still looked at me like I needed to be put in a Mental Hospital.
Spot pats my back from behind me. "Ah, don't worry about her, she's always like that. Besides, that's what makes her so lovable. Cause she's kinda stupid and focus's out on the important things you say, and says yes to things you want to do, but she doesn't want you to do. Get the point."
'D' tent nods their heads, still unsure.
I smile, and then it fades, finally getting the fact through my head that Spot just called me stupid. I twirl around to see that lovely cocky leader smirk on his face...And then he just had to make it get even smirkier.
I give a war cry as he takes off out of the tent.
I'm glad to have Spot back, but there's the problem of how he even arrived in 2006. That's one problem that I need to find out, another is that dead body that's still in the desert. And the last one, losing a little more weight so I can catch that little sucker who's runner much more faster then he used to.
