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I have nothing against African Americans. If anyone is offended by this
story I will remove it.
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Angry adults gathered around the tree house, holding signs up in the air and shouting. Numbuh Two gazed out the window, he didn't know what was happening, but he hoped the others got back soon.
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Numbuh Five stretched her arms above her head and smiled, observing her surroundings.
*Shoot him in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all ripped up and ready to go*
The words blasted from the radio and Numbuh Five began to nod her head in tune with the beat. The water splashed lazily against the golden shore, laughter filled the air, and the only thing that would have made it perfect was if she hadn't forgotten her sunglasses. Oh well, Numbuh One won't mind if I borrow his. She glanced over to the waters edge where Numbuh Three was playing in the sand and Numbuh One and Numbuh Four were tossing a beach ball back and forth. She stared to make sure Numbuh One wasn't looking before moving over to his bag and pulling out his extra pair of sunglasses. She closed her eyes and began to drift off slowly. Unfortunately she didn't notice Numbuh One and Numbuh Four cast aside their game, whisper for a minute, and then slowly and quietly migrate up the beach toward her. In one swift movement she was lying face down in the sand and after a moment of pure humiliation she was able to pick herself off the ground and have a good laugh before collecting her beach chair.
"We probably should head back," Numbuh One said in his bossy British voice.
Numbuh Five wiped some sand off of her blue bikini and nodded, and began walking up to Numbuh One.
"Numbuh One," She asked, "Can I talk to you."
He nodded and allowed the team so time to walk away so that they were left in back.
"Yes," He asked in a soothing voice.
"I'm sorry about Lizzie," Numbuh Five said in a quiet voice.
About a week earlier, Lizzie had devoted her love to a Russian exchange student, and since this student did not speak English he couldn't tell how awful Lizzie was.
"It's fine," he said with a sigh, "I guess I am not meant to have a relationship."
"Of course you are," Numbuh Five said smiling.
Suddenly Numbuh One stopped in his tracks and held on to her arms. She stared into his face for a second, and then they both began to lean in. It seemed like a century until his warm lips met hers, everything seemed to blur away, and the only thing that seemed to matter was the boy who was holding her in his arms.
When reality washed over her, she realized she still had his sunglasses.
"Here," she said, holding out his glasses, "I kinda borrowed them."
"Keep them," he said, "It's not like I don't have a million pairs."
She smiled and pushed them back onto her face, and walking side by side the two followed the rest of the team back to the tree house.
~*~*~*~*~*~* When they reached the tree house the discovered the horrible truth. There were adults, what seemed thousands of them, all holding up signs that said things like "INTERRACIAL FRIENDSHIPS ARE WRONG." And " SHOULD OUR CHILDREN SOCIALIZE WITH SOMEONE WHO LOOKS LIKE THEY ARE ALWAYS MUDDY." Numbuh Five stared around at the angry crowds, quickly dropping Numbuh One's hand she began to run for the tree house.
"Numbuh Five," he shouted after her, "I love you."
The words echoed and then were lost in the roar of the crowds, as people reached out to grab her, finally a burly man of about 47 was able to secure her in place. A bunch of the crowd began to move towards Numbuh Five and in a few seconds she was in the back of a car. Staring out the window she noticed the KND members were crying, and Numbuh One was chasing the car.
"Where am I going," Numbuh Five asked the man in a forceful voice.
"Were gonna drop you off with other scum just like you," The man said, "We've posted a restraining order, if you ever talk to any of those kids again, we can have you arrested.
Silent tears trickled down Numbuh Five's face; she pulled a photograph out of her pocket. The five of them looked so happy, hard to believe it was only 2 hours earlier.
~*~*~*~*~*~* 4 Years Later ~*~**~*~*~*
Abigail Lincoln had just celebrated her 14th birthday and was feeling very refreshed. She was past those awkward years and was starting on a new revolution. Pulling her brown hair up into a ponytail and rubbing some lotion on her dark colored arms she headed off to work. Upon approaching the large tan building she worked in she was greeted by a frantic boss.
"Your late," He said in a scared voice.
"Sorry," She said quickly.
"Just get in there," he said ushering her inside, "We have a show in 15 minutes.
Abby had a high paying job as a nightclub performer, and was scheduled to sing a song of her choice for this job. Apparently it was some boys 14th birthday, and he admired her company's talent and had them hired to sing. It wasn't anything like her birthdays, the party was held in a grand ballroom and there were no young children running about excitedly.
She ran back into the dressing rooms and began to pull on her outfit. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, a pair of baby blue high tops, and a baby blue halter-top. Her friend Catrina was helping her out with her hair.
"Your very pretty Abby," Katrina said softly.
"So are you," Abby said.
"Ah," Katrina said, "I'm not as exotic as you, that's why I'm not on stage."
Katrina was very short, her blonde hair was always untidy, and she had horrible clothes, but Abby knew that she had a beauty that someone would realize one day.
"Gotta go," Abby said, "How about a hug for good luck."
Katrina hugged Abby tightly; suddenly Abby remembered that she had forgotten to take off her sunglasses. She didn't know why she still wore those sunglasses, but ever since she got amnesia, she had not remembered a lot of stuff about her past. She rushed onto the stage and began the show.
"How are you guys tonight," she asked, and was greeted with an uproar of cheers.
She glanced over to the table where the birthday boy was supposed to be sitting, but darkness was hiding him and the people sitting at the table with him. Opening her moth, she began to sing
*I just can't help myself I'm falling in love with you.*
She finished her song to an uproar of cheers.
"Happy Birthday," Abby shouted off into the crowd as the roses were pelted onto the stage. She jumped off the stage and ran over to the table where the boy was sitting.
She finally got a glimpse of his companions, one of them was heavy and broad shouldered, he had a baseball cap on and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, another one was a small girl, she had very long black hair and a pleasant smile resting on her red lips, the last member of the group was a blonde boy, he radiated the bad-boy impression and gave her a cool nod of acknowledgment.
"Wonderful show," came the final voice.
She still couldn't see him. That's when he leaned into the lights. He was tall, he had no hair, and was wearing sunglasses identical to the ones sitting on her dresser in the back room.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Why did he look and feel so familiar...............
"My name is Nigel Uno, and these are my friends, Kuki Sanban, Hoagie Gillagan, and Wallabee Beatles."
Why did it all sound so familiar...................
"You've got a really pretty voice," said Kuki in an innocent voice, and Nigel let out a laugh.
That laugh.....................
She was being swamped by confusion and was struggling to remember.
"I gotta go," she said quickly, anything to get away..............
"Alright," Nigel said.
"See ya," said Hoagie.
"Later," said Wallabee with another one of his curt nods.
"Bye, bye."
Rushing out of the room she hurried to her dresser. There must be something in here to help her remember. Sifting through her magazine drawer she discovered something strange feeling. Pulling it out she realized it was a photo, although there was a coffee stain on it there were no mistaking the people in the photo. Dropping it on the floor with a gasp she was flooded with memories of her old friends, and her first true love. ~*~*~*~*~* Authors Note:
Please R+R. I won't write another chapter until I have a review, so please tell me what you think. IN case you didn't know, the girl who was singing was Numbuh Five when she's older. She got amnesia during an accident with a prop during one of her shows, when it fell on her.
Angry adults gathered around the tree house, holding signs up in the air and shouting. Numbuh Two gazed out the window, he didn't know what was happening, but he hoped the others got back soon.
~*~*~*~*~*
Numbuh Five stretched her arms above her head and smiled, observing her surroundings.
*Shoot him in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all ripped up and ready to go*
The words blasted from the radio and Numbuh Five began to nod her head in tune with the beat. The water splashed lazily against the golden shore, laughter filled the air, and the only thing that would have made it perfect was if she hadn't forgotten her sunglasses. Oh well, Numbuh One won't mind if I borrow his. She glanced over to the waters edge where Numbuh Three was playing in the sand and Numbuh One and Numbuh Four were tossing a beach ball back and forth. She stared to make sure Numbuh One wasn't looking before moving over to his bag and pulling out his extra pair of sunglasses. She closed her eyes and began to drift off slowly. Unfortunately she didn't notice Numbuh One and Numbuh Four cast aside their game, whisper for a minute, and then slowly and quietly migrate up the beach toward her. In one swift movement she was lying face down in the sand and after a moment of pure humiliation she was able to pick herself off the ground and have a good laugh before collecting her beach chair.
"We probably should head back," Numbuh One said in his bossy British voice.
Numbuh Five wiped some sand off of her blue bikini and nodded, and began walking up to Numbuh One.
"Numbuh One," She asked, "Can I talk to you."
He nodded and allowed the team so time to walk away so that they were left in back.
"Yes," He asked in a soothing voice.
"I'm sorry about Lizzie," Numbuh Five said in a quiet voice.
About a week earlier, Lizzie had devoted her love to a Russian exchange student, and since this student did not speak English he couldn't tell how awful Lizzie was.
"It's fine," he said with a sigh, "I guess I am not meant to have a relationship."
"Of course you are," Numbuh Five said smiling.
Suddenly Numbuh One stopped in his tracks and held on to her arms. She stared into his face for a second, and then they both began to lean in. It seemed like a century until his warm lips met hers, everything seemed to blur away, and the only thing that seemed to matter was the boy who was holding her in his arms.
When reality washed over her, she realized she still had his sunglasses.
"Here," she said, holding out his glasses, "I kinda borrowed them."
"Keep them," he said, "It's not like I don't have a million pairs."
She smiled and pushed them back onto her face, and walking side by side the two followed the rest of the team back to the tree house.
~*~*~*~*~*~* When they reached the tree house the discovered the horrible truth. There were adults, what seemed thousands of them, all holding up signs that said things like "INTERRACIAL FRIENDSHIPS ARE WRONG." And " SHOULD OUR CHILDREN SOCIALIZE WITH SOMEONE WHO LOOKS LIKE THEY ARE ALWAYS MUDDY." Numbuh Five stared around at the angry crowds, quickly dropping Numbuh One's hand she began to run for the tree house.
"Numbuh Five," he shouted after her, "I love you."
The words echoed and then were lost in the roar of the crowds, as people reached out to grab her, finally a burly man of about 47 was able to secure her in place. A bunch of the crowd began to move towards Numbuh Five and in a few seconds she was in the back of a car. Staring out the window she noticed the KND members were crying, and Numbuh One was chasing the car.
"Where am I going," Numbuh Five asked the man in a forceful voice.
"Were gonna drop you off with other scum just like you," The man said, "We've posted a restraining order, if you ever talk to any of those kids again, we can have you arrested.
Silent tears trickled down Numbuh Five's face; she pulled a photograph out of her pocket. The five of them looked so happy, hard to believe it was only 2 hours earlier.
~*~*~*~*~*~* 4 Years Later ~*~**~*~*~*
Abigail Lincoln had just celebrated her 14th birthday and was feeling very refreshed. She was past those awkward years and was starting on a new revolution. Pulling her brown hair up into a ponytail and rubbing some lotion on her dark colored arms she headed off to work. Upon approaching the large tan building she worked in she was greeted by a frantic boss.
"Your late," He said in a scared voice.
"Sorry," She said quickly.
"Just get in there," he said ushering her inside, "We have a show in 15 minutes.
Abby had a high paying job as a nightclub performer, and was scheduled to sing a song of her choice for this job. Apparently it was some boys 14th birthday, and he admired her company's talent and had them hired to sing. It wasn't anything like her birthdays, the party was held in a grand ballroom and there were no young children running about excitedly.
She ran back into the dressing rooms and began to pull on her outfit. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, a pair of baby blue high tops, and a baby blue halter-top. Her friend Catrina was helping her out with her hair.
"Your very pretty Abby," Katrina said softly.
"So are you," Abby said.
"Ah," Katrina said, "I'm not as exotic as you, that's why I'm not on stage."
Katrina was very short, her blonde hair was always untidy, and she had horrible clothes, but Abby knew that she had a beauty that someone would realize one day.
"Gotta go," Abby said, "How about a hug for good luck."
Katrina hugged Abby tightly; suddenly Abby remembered that she had forgotten to take off her sunglasses. She didn't know why she still wore those sunglasses, but ever since she got amnesia, she had not remembered a lot of stuff about her past. She rushed onto the stage and began the show.
"How are you guys tonight," she asked, and was greeted with an uproar of cheers.
She glanced over to the table where the birthday boy was supposed to be sitting, but darkness was hiding him and the people sitting at the table with him. Opening her moth, she began to sing
*I just can't help myself I'm falling in love with you.*
She finished her song to an uproar of cheers.
"Happy Birthday," Abby shouted off into the crowd as the roses were pelted onto the stage. She jumped off the stage and ran over to the table where the boy was sitting.
She finally got a glimpse of his companions, one of them was heavy and broad shouldered, he had a baseball cap on and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, another one was a small girl, she had very long black hair and a pleasant smile resting on her red lips, the last member of the group was a blonde boy, he radiated the bad-boy impression and gave her a cool nod of acknowledgment.
"Wonderful show," came the final voice.
She still couldn't see him. That's when he leaned into the lights. He was tall, he had no hair, and was wearing sunglasses identical to the ones sitting on her dresser in the back room.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Why did he look and feel so familiar...............
"My name is Nigel Uno, and these are my friends, Kuki Sanban, Hoagie Gillagan, and Wallabee Beatles."
Why did it all sound so familiar...................
"You've got a really pretty voice," said Kuki in an innocent voice, and Nigel let out a laugh.
That laugh.....................
She was being swamped by confusion and was struggling to remember.
"I gotta go," she said quickly, anything to get away..............
"Alright," Nigel said.
"See ya," said Hoagie.
"Later," said Wallabee with another one of his curt nods.
"Bye, bye."
Rushing out of the room she hurried to her dresser. There must be something in here to help her remember. Sifting through her magazine drawer she discovered something strange feeling. Pulling it out she realized it was a photo, although there was a coffee stain on it there were no mistaking the people in the photo. Dropping it on the floor with a gasp she was flooded with memories of her old friends, and her first true love. ~*~*~*~*~* Authors Note:
Please R+R. I won't write another chapter until I have a review, so please tell me what you think. IN case you didn't know, the girl who was singing was Numbuh Five when she's older. She got amnesia during an accident with a prop during one of her shows, when it fell on her.
