O by the way, fanfiction is messing up so some of the stuff has weird
symbols, that's because fanfic's messing up. So sorry of it's hard to read.
It messed up on apostrophes and quotation marks.
Huzzah. I switched to Crest with whitener. I really want to try that stuff you brush on your teeth and it makes them whiter in like two weeks. That is so neato. I am really not obsessed with teeth, in case you were wondering. I just like to mindlessly babble before writing a chapter. It gets my creative juices flowing. And it is fun. So if you do not like it, just skip ahead to the chapter. If there is anything important maybe I will write it in all caps or something. Ya so, having nothing more to say about toothpaste, writing, or month old chinese food left to rot under some poor soul's bed sheets... I will continue on with the story that you have been reading for the last few chapters.
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After a month, my mom and brother had finally earned themselves nicknames: Complaint and Stitch. Even though I thought his nickname should be something along the lines of Complete and Total Ignoramus, How Thomas got his is rather obvious, but my mom's came about a week ago when Zigzag ripped his pants:
~*~*flashback*~*~
We were all in the wrecked room, I was watching Caveman and Zero play pool while the rest of my family was doing other things to amuse themselves. It was hardly noticeable, but suddenly the room was minus one noise: the t.v. buzzing. I looked over to where Zigzag was sitting across the t.v. and saw a look of shock on his face. The Lump had managed to turn off the t.v. in an obvious attempt to do nothing but cause trouble.
"Turn it back on... please... I was watching that," Zigzag said to the boy who was twice his size not in height, but around the middle.
The Lump grinned. "I think it is my turn to watch t.v. What do you think boys?" he turned to look at the rest of the boys in his tent, who grinned and nodded their heads.
Without warning, Zigzag suddenly leapt onto Thlump and they were soon engrossed in what could've turned into an ugly fight, had The Squash not intervened. He probably wouldn't of though, had my mom not been screaming at him to "get in there and do something!" So the two boys were separated, but stood glaring at each other. The Lump walked off to another part of the room, leaving Zigzag alone and fuming silently.
He glanced down and noticed a huge rip I the knee of his pants. Well, at least that's where the biggest part of the rip was. It extended all the way up to the middle of his thigh and down almost to his ankle. "Crap," he muttered under his breath as he surveyed the damage done to his "play" clothes which would not be mended at all. My mom had noticed the rip too and went into full "mother mode."
"Here dear, go get into your other set of clothes and give me those," she said as she gestured to the jumpsuit he had on.
"Uh, sure, whatever." He said as he left the room to change clothes. He came back a few minutes later and threw the damaged clothes at my mom's feet. She picked them up, took out the needle and thread in her sewing bag. Mr. Sir had let her keep it on the condition that it be kept in his office at all times except when she was in the wreck room. She was also not to let anyone else near it.
so she proceeded to fix Zig's pants as good, if not better than, new.
~*~*End flashback*~*~
So now we all had nicknames. Huzzah. Oh ya, to my great dismay, I had found that my hands had become extremely rough and callused. While I could no longer feel pain in my fingers when I worked, they were not very attractive.
Sorry that chapter was a little boring I think. I don't really like it. it sucked. Oh well. I'm really trying hard not to make this a romance. It's really difficult to fight the urge to start making out with stanley. Or... at least have my character do it for me. I'm really trying though, but if you *really* want a romance, just tell me and maybe I'll write a different story other than this one for the soul purpose of writing a romance. (of course it would be holes only)
Huzzah. I switched to Crest with whitener. I really want to try that stuff you brush on your teeth and it makes them whiter in like two weeks. That is so neato. I am really not obsessed with teeth, in case you were wondering. I just like to mindlessly babble before writing a chapter. It gets my creative juices flowing. And it is fun. So if you do not like it, just skip ahead to the chapter. If there is anything important maybe I will write it in all caps or something. Ya so, having nothing more to say about toothpaste, writing, or month old chinese food left to rot under some poor soul's bed sheets... I will continue on with the story that you have been reading for the last few chapters.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After a month, my mom and brother had finally earned themselves nicknames: Complaint and Stitch. Even though I thought his nickname should be something along the lines of Complete and Total Ignoramus, How Thomas got his is rather obvious, but my mom's came about a week ago when Zigzag ripped his pants:
~*~*flashback*~*~
We were all in the wrecked room, I was watching Caveman and Zero play pool while the rest of my family was doing other things to amuse themselves. It was hardly noticeable, but suddenly the room was minus one noise: the t.v. buzzing. I looked over to where Zigzag was sitting across the t.v. and saw a look of shock on his face. The Lump had managed to turn off the t.v. in an obvious attempt to do nothing but cause trouble.
"Turn it back on... please... I was watching that," Zigzag said to the boy who was twice his size not in height, but around the middle.
The Lump grinned. "I think it is my turn to watch t.v. What do you think boys?" he turned to look at the rest of the boys in his tent, who grinned and nodded their heads.
Without warning, Zigzag suddenly leapt onto Thlump and they were soon engrossed in what could've turned into an ugly fight, had The Squash not intervened. He probably wouldn't of though, had my mom not been screaming at him to "get in there and do something!" So the two boys were separated, but stood glaring at each other. The Lump walked off to another part of the room, leaving Zigzag alone and fuming silently.
He glanced down and noticed a huge rip I the knee of his pants. Well, at least that's where the biggest part of the rip was. It extended all the way up to the middle of his thigh and down almost to his ankle. "Crap," he muttered under his breath as he surveyed the damage done to his "play" clothes which would not be mended at all. My mom had noticed the rip too and went into full "mother mode."
"Here dear, go get into your other set of clothes and give me those," she said as she gestured to the jumpsuit he had on.
"Uh, sure, whatever." He said as he left the room to change clothes. He came back a few minutes later and threw the damaged clothes at my mom's feet. She picked them up, took out the needle and thread in her sewing bag. Mr. Sir had let her keep it on the condition that it be kept in his office at all times except when she was in the wreck room. She was also not to let anyone else near it.
so she proceeded to fix Zig's pants as good, if not better than, new.
~*~*End flashback*~*~
So now we all had nicknames. Huzzah. Oh ya, to my great dismay, I had found that my hands had become extremely rough and callused. While I could no longer feel pain in my fingers when I worked, they were not very attractive.
Sorry that chapter was a little boring I think. I don't really like it. it sucked. Oh well. I'm really trying hard not to make this a romance. It's really difficult to fight the urge to start making out with stanley. Or... at least have my character do it for me. I'm really trying though, but if you *really* want a romance, just tell me and maybe I'll write a different story other than this one for the soul purpose of writing a romance. (of course it would be holes only)