C2a4: eat, sleep, and r&r!
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Why was I acting so strange? Easy. It was my two thousandth something birthday.
"Sure, this is the first time someone made me actually want to live," I sighed as I looked up at the stars.
I picked a flower and stared at it. Then I heard a crunch. I looked into the forest behind me and saw Albert. I went back to staring at the flower, knowing he wouldn't find me.
Guess what? I was wrong! No surprises there!
He came into the meadow and tripped over me.
"Ouch...there go my ribs," I groaned.
"Warn me next time!" he growled as I coughed a few times.
"Like I knew you were here!" I coughed.
"Pog mo thoin, Emile!" he growled while getting up.
"How do you know Gaelic?" I demanded.
"None of your business."
"Go hifre unn leat!" I growled.
"Right back at you!"
He stomped off.
Alright, I know all of you wanna know what we were saying. Albert told me to kiss his ass and I said to hell with you.
A breeze picked up and blew through my short hair. The black short spikes of my blue hair were slightly swaying.
"Stupid Albert. Always yelling at me when I do nothing," I mumbled as I stretched out again. There was a gunshot and a bullet landed next to my head. "Real nice, Albert, real nice!" I shouted.
"You'll get a missile next time!" he shouted.
"At least it'll kill me!" I shouted.
Then, he ran back at me and we started fighting with our fists. When the fight was over, Albert was lying unconscious on the ground. "I may have a crush on you, but I'm still allowed to beat you up," I said as blood ran down my face. I watched as blood flowed from his mouth. I was sure I knocked out at least two teeth. I walked back to the Dolphin and climbed into my bunk bed. 'The Dolphin is a stupid name,' I thought before falling asleep.
"WAKE UP!" Jet cried in the morning.
I pulled the covers out my head.
"Hey, why is your pillow covered with blood?"
"Beat up Albert," I yawned. "Hand me my comb and hair gel."
Jet handed me the comb and hair gel. I put the gel on the comb and ran it twice through my hair before sitting up.
Jet pulled me down into his arms and hugged me.
"Love you," he said.
I said nothing.
At breakfast, Albert was there. He glared at me the whole time through his two black eyes. Ha! I only had one black eye! I knew that learning how to fight on the streets of New York would come in use someday.
"Albert, stop staring at me! You know I'm going out with Jet," I said so everyone could hear me.
"ABLERT! STOP STARING AT HER!" Jet shouted.
"I'M NOT! I'M GLARING AT HER!" Albert shouted.
"WELL, THEN STOP GLARING AT HER!"
I learned one thing that morning: Never get 004 boiling mad.
"Ouch...remind me to never try to burn Albert's face with my jets again," Jet groaned.
"You need anything?" I asked.
"A kiss would be nice."
"You know, I just heard the washer beep. I need to go put the clothes in the dryer now!"
"Awe man, my nose hurts like heck," I groaned later that afternoon.
Someone ran into me.
"Sorry," I said while looking up. "Oh, crap!" I had ran into Albert's evil twin, 400. I turned and started running.
I heard him chasing after me as I ran through some very dark alleys.
"Ah!" I cried as I tripped over something twenty minutes later in a meadow.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going, 0015!" Albert growled.
I sensed a missile aimed right at him. I pushed him out of the way just as the missile was about to hit him, so instead of hit getting hit, I did.
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004: so, even though I hate her, she still saves my life?
C2a4: yep...just keep your perverted brother away from her. Oh, um, 400 came from all the Japanese websites I go to. He's a very popular perverted character. He looks exactly like 004, except his eyes are usually blood red. REVIEW PLEASE!
Why was I acting so strange? Easy. It was my two thousandth something birthday.
"Sure, this is the first time someone made me actually want to live," I sighed as I looked up at the stars.
I picked a flower and stared at it. Then I heard a crunch. I looked into the forest behind me and saw Albert. I went back to staring at the flower, knowing he wouldn't find me.
Guess what? I was wrong! No surprises there!
He came into the meadow and tripped over me.
"Ouch...there go my ribs," I groaned.
"Warn me next time!" he growled as I coughed a few times.
"Like I knew you were here!" I coughed.
"Pog mo thoin, Emile!" he growled while getting up.
"How do you know Gaelic?" I demanded.
"None of your business."
"Go hifre unn leat!" I growled.
"Right back at you!"
He stomped off.
Alright, I know all of you wanna know what we were saying. Albert told me to kiss his ass and I said to hell with you.
A breeze picked up and blew through my short hair. The black short spikes of my blue hair were slightly swaying.
"Stupid Albert. Always yelling at me when I do nothing," I mumbled as I stretched out again. There was a gunshot and a bullet landed next to my head. "Real nice, Albert, real nice!" I shouted.
"You'll get a missile next time!" he shouted.
"At least it'll kill me!" I shouted.
Then, he ran back at me and we started fighting with our fists. When the fight was over, Albert was lying unconscious on the ground. "I may have a crush on you, but I'm still allowed to beat you up," I said as blood ran down my face. I watched as blood flowed from his mouth. I was sure I knocked out at least two teeth. I walked back to the Dolphin and climbed into my bunk bed. 'The Dolphin is a stupid name,' I thought before falling asleep.
"WAKE UP!" Jet cried in the morning.
I pulled the covers out my head.
"Hey, why is your pillow covered with blood?"
"Beat up Albert," I yawned. "Hand me my comb and hair gel."
Jet handed me the comb and hair gel. I put the gel on the comb and ran it twice through my hair before sitting up.
Jet pulled me down into his arms and hugged me.
"Love you," he said.
I said nothing.
At breakfast, Albert was there. He glared at me the whole time through his two black eyes. Ha! I only had one black eye! I knew that learning how to fight on the streets of New York would come in use someday.
"Albert, stop staring at me! You know I'm going out with Jet," I said so everyone could hear me.
"ABLERT! STOP STARING AT HER!" Jet shouted.
"I'M NOT! I'M GLARING AT HER!" Albert shouted.
"WELL, THEN STOP GLARING AT HER!"
I learned one thing that morning: Never get 004 boiling mad.
"Ouch...remind me to never try to burn Albert's face with my jets again," Jet groaned.
"You need anything?" I asked.
"A kiss would be nice."
"You know, I just heard the washer beep. I need to go put the clothes in the dryer now!"
"Awe man, my nose hurts like heck," I groaned later that afternoon.
Someone ran into me.
"Sorry," I said while looking up. "Oh, crap!" I had ran into Albert's evil twin, 400. I turned and started running.
I heard him chasing after me as I ran through some very dark alleys.
"Ah!" I cried as I tripped over something twenty minutes later in a meadow.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going, 0015!" Albert growled.
I sensed a missile aimed right at him. I pushed him out of the way just as the missile was about to hit him, so instead of hit getting hit, I did.
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004: so, even though I hate her, she still saves my life?
C2a4: yep...just keep your perverted brother away from her. Oh, um, 400 came from all the Japanese websites I go to. He's a very popular perverted character. He looks exactly like 004, except his eyes are usually blood red. REVIEW PLEASE!