Oh my gosh! I actually killed off Hoagie! A few of my friends were like
"Hello...why did you kill the fat one?" Look it's okay all you reviewers
don't cry...well cry if you hurt THAT much...I'm stuck on ideas for the
next chapter...can anyone help?
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Nigel, Kuki, Wallabee, and Abby were changing quickly and quietly. Today was the day. The final day, saying goodbye to their friend.
Nigel and Wallabee were both wearing black suits. It was going to be hard for them, especially Nigel, to know that Hoagie wasn't going to be around anymore. It was a few days since the death. The funeral was going to be held at a nice chapel called Gerber Chapel.
Kuki was choosing for her kids not to go to the funeral. They were only three, and it could be hard on them. They silently walked out of their bedrooms and met in the hallway. The gang headed downstairs, passing Hoagie's room. The door was shut. Nobody mentioned his name.
They headed down to the church. Wallabee drove. The radio stayed off. Nobody said a word. Nigel was so close to crying when he stepped in and saw his friend laying peacefully in the casket, but he knew he had to be strong.
Tommy and Mrs.Gilligan were the first mourners. With a grim face, Nigel went over to greet them. More people came. Numbah 274. Their previous friends, Mashi and Sora. Hoagie's old bartender friend, who served him rootbeer everyday when they were kids. The chapel was filling up quickly.
"We are here today to celebrate the life of Hoagie Preston Gilligan Junior" said the priest. The vicar had started.
"Would anyone like to say a few words?" he asked. Nigel was the first to go up.
"Only people who knew Hoagie that well knew how he was so amazing...he loved airplanes...we had so many good times together...we...we" he couldn't finish. That had done it. He broke down.
"I...I'm sorry" he muttered, and went back down to his seat. Abby, also in tears, was holding him and patting him softly.
The rest of the service.
Nobody could believe he was gone. Gone for good. Not coming back.
And everyone was trying to get through it. Through a lot of pain and sadness, too.
The next day was the funeral. The real thing. They had decided to creamate him, and spread his ashes by Myrtle Beach. He loved boats as much as airplanes. The day was rainy and windy. The boat was packed. Everyone stood in panchos and galoshes.
Nigel, Kuki, Wallabee, Tommy, and Mrs.Gilligan took a little of the ashes, letting them be free out of their hands and pushed away by the wind.
There was a boy, kind of huddled in the cornor. He looked about 10 or 11 years old. Nobody bothered to go and talk to him. Besides, he looked like he liked it that way.
The rest of the ashes were blown away into the breezy, grey, sky.
"Goodbye Hoagie" said Nigel, and they turned the boat around and headed home.
The flesh of Hoagie may not have been there right then, but the spirit most definetly was. The clouds were starting to dissapear, and beautiful rays were shining down on the sea.
That's when the boy stepped into the center of the boat. They got a good look at him. He was big boned, with a choppy mess of brown hair, like most boys wore those days. He wore a blue suit.
"Ahem...thank you...I came here today to say how sorry about Hoagie everyone was. I, too, am a member of the Kids Next Door. He taught me everything there was to know about it. I like to sail and even though I can't fly airplanes, I enjoyed riding in the cockpit with him"
A tear slipped down the boy's cheek. He quickly took a hankie out of his pocket, and dabbed his eyes and continued with his speech.
"By the way, my name is Matthew..."
Matthew looked as if he didn't know whether he should continue or not. But he took a deep breath and continued.
"My dad was one of the best people I ever knew..."
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o_O what's this? Hoagie has a 'long lost son?' Stay put, for the next chapter ocming up hopefully soon, although I am terribly busy with schoolwork, and that's why I haven't had much time to update. '
To Jysella- Try pepproni pizza if you don't prefer pineapple :o)
And Sailor Venus I'm a little confused. Was that review you sent me a flame? Sorry I have a small diagnosis of Dyslexia and it's kind of hard for words for me.
STay tuned!
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Nigel, Kuki, Wallabee, and Abby were changing quickly and quietly. Today was the day. The final day, saying goodbye to their friend.
Nigel and Wallabee were both wearing black suits. It was going to be hard for them, especially Nigel, to know that Hoagie wasn't going to be around anymore. It was a few days since the death. The funeral was going to be held at a nice chapel called Gerber Chapel.
Kuki was choosing for her kids not to go to the funeral. They were only three, and it could be hard on them. They silently walked out of their bedrooms and met in the hallway. The gang headed downstairs, passing Hoagie's room. The door was shut. Nobody mentioned his name.
They headed down to the church. Wallabee drove. The radio stayed off. Nobody said a word. Nigel was so close to crying when he stepped in and saw his friend laying peacefully in the casket, but he knew he had to be strong.
Tommy and Mrs.Gilligan were the first mourners. With a grim face, Nigel went over to greet them. More people came. Numbah 274. Their previous friends, Mashi and Sora. Hoagie's old bartender friend, who served him rootbeer everyday when they were kids. The chapel was filling up quickly.
"We are here today to celebrate the life of Hoagie Preston Gilligan Junior" said the priest. The vicar had started.
"Would anyone like to say a few words?" he asked. Nigel was the first to go up.
"Only people who knew Hoagie that well knew how he was so amazing...he loved airplanes...we had so many good times together...we...we" he couldn't finish. That had done it. He broke down.
"I...I'm sorry" he muttered, and went back down to his seat. Abby, also in tears, was holding him and patting him softly.
The rest of the service.
Nobody could believe he was gone. Gone for good. Not coming back.
And everyone was trying to get through it. Through a lot of pain and sadness, too.
The next day was the funeral. The real thing. They had decided to creamate him, and spread his ashes by Myrtle Beach. He loved boats as much as airplanes. The day was rainy and windy. The boat was packed. Everyone stood in panchos and galoshes.
Nigel, Kuki, Wallabee, Tommy, and Mrs.Gilligan took a little of the ashes, letting them be free out of their hands and pushed away by the wind.
There was a boy, kind of huddled in the cornor. He looked about 10 or 11 years old. Nobody bothered to go and talk to him. Besides, he looked like he liked it that way.
The rest of the ashes were blown away into the breezy, grey, sky.
"Goodbye Hoagie" said Nigel, and they turned the boat around and headed home.
The flesh of Hoagie may not have been there right then, but the spirit most definetly was. The clouds were starting to dissapear, and beautiful rays were shining down on the sea.
That's when the boy stepped into the center of the boat. They got a good look at him. He was big boned, with a choppy mess of brown hair, like most boys wore those days. He wore a blue suit.
"Ahem...thank you...I came here today to say how sorry about Hoagie everyone was. I, too, am a member of the Kids Next Door. He taught me everything there was to know about it. I like to sail and even though I can't fly airplanes, I enjoyed riding in the cockpit with him"
A tear slipped down the boy's cheek. He quickly took a hankie out of his pocket, and dabbed his eyes and continued with his speech.
"By the way, my name is Matthew..."
Matthew looked as if he didn't know whether he should continue or not. But he took a deep breath and continued.
"My dad was one of the best people I ever knew..."
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o_O what's this? Hoagie has a 'long lost son?' Stay put, for the next chapter ocming up hopefully soon, although I am terribly busy with schoolwork, and that's why I haven't had much time to update. '
To Jysella- Try pepproni pizza if you don't prefer pineapple :o)
And Sailor Venus I'm a little confused. Was that review you sent me a flame? Sorry I have a small diagnosis of Dyslexia and it's kind of hard for words for me.
STay tuned!