Authors Note
The first chapter was a little confusing with the song lyrics, but the
story gets much better.
Numbuh One sat down on the side of his bed with his head in his hands, thinking about everything he had encountered in his short life, and most of all the black goddess that haunted him forever. He remembered when he met Numbuh Five like it was yesterday.
The small girl sat in a sandbox building castles, several bully came up and pushed it down. Yet instead of crying she stood up as tall as she could at age 7, and socked the first one in the mouth, then turned to the other, who know was petrified.
"Let this be a warning," The girl said, "Don't come near me again."
The boy screamed and ran off, and the small girl sat down and looked depressed at her destroyed sand castle.
"Don't worry," I found myself speaking from behind the tree from which I had watched the battle, "I will help you rebuild it."
She smiled at me, that smile that melted my heart.
"Thanks," she said, "My name is Abigail Lincoln, What's yours?"
I looked at her for a minute before responding.
"Nigel Uno," I said with a shaky voice, for I was experiencing my first sexual feeling.
This immense feeling confused me, but I would soon come to know the proper word for it, erection. Abigail and I became great friends for the next year so of course I was disappointed when she moved back to France. Then she moved back to join the KND, which happily reunited us again.
Numbuh One's deep thoughts were interrupted by shouts. He ran down the stairs and discovered a crumpled body of a young girl in the arms of a taller boy, it was obvious that the boy and the girl were not related. The girl had dark blonde hair (Numbuh Four's color) and hardened features. The boy was tall, with soft features and soft eyes. He had black curly hair that fell slightly over his eyes and shrouded him in mystery. He slowly laid the girl on the sofa and her eyes fluttered open.
"Where am I, Marco," she said slowly.
"We are a the KND treehouse," Marco replied with a deep voice, "Your cousin has agreed to keep us here until you are better."
"Thank you Wally," The girl said softly, her eyes closing again.
"Anything for family," Numbuh Four replied softly.
That's when Marco turned his face to Numbuh Five. "Ahh Senorita," He said kneeling down to hold her hand, "Never in my many adventures have a seen a face as beautiful."
Then he kissed her hand softly.
"You must be a goddess," He said standing up.
"My name is Numbuh Five," She said in a laughing voice, "but goddess works too."
"And funny too," Marco said, "You are quite a prize."
Numbuh Five simply gazed at him with the eyes that Numbuh One hoped would behold him.
Numbuh One sat down on the side of his bed with his head in his hands, thinking about everything he had encountered in his short life, and most of all the black goddess that haunted him forever. He remembered when he met Numbuh Five like it was yesterday.
The small girl sat in a sandbox building castles, several bully came up and pushed it down. Yet instead of crying she stood up as tall as she could at age 7, and socked the first one in the mouth, then turned to the other, who know was petrified.
"Let this be a warning," The girl said, "Don't come near me again."
The boy screamed and ran off, and the small girl sat down and looked depressed at her destroyed sand castle.
"Don't worry," I found myself speaking from behind the tree from which I had watched the battle, "I will help you rebuild it."
She smiled at me, that smile that melted my heart.
"Thanks," she said, "My name is Abigail Lincoln, What's yours?"
I looked at her for a minute before responding.
"Nigel Uno," I said with a shaky voice, for I was experiencing my first sexual feeling.
This immense feeling confused me, but I would soon come to know the proper word for it, erection. Abigail and I became great friends for the next year so of course I was disappointed when she moved back to France. Then she moved back to join the KND, which happily reunited us again.
Numbuh One's deep thoughts were interrupted by shouts. He ran down the stairs and discovered a crumpled body of a young girl in the arms of a taller boy, it was obvious that the boy and the girl were not related. The girl had dark blonde hair (Numbuh Four's color) and hardened features. The boy was tall, with soft features and soft eyes. He had black curly hair that fell slightly over his eyes and shrouded him in mystery. He slowly laid the girl on the sofa and her eyes fluttered open.
"Where am I, Marco," she said slowly.
"We are a the KND treehouse," Marco replied with a deep voice, "Your cousin has agreed to keep us here until you are better."
"Thank you Wally," The girl said softly, her eyes closing again.
"Anything for family," Numbuh Four replied softly.
That's when Marco turned his face to Numbuh Five. "Ahh Senorita," He said kneeling down to hold her hand, "Never in my many adventures have a seen a face as beautiful."
Then he kissed her hand softly.
"You must be a goddess," He said standing up.
"My name is Numbuh Five," She said in a laughing voice, "but goddess works too."
"And funny too," Marco said, "You are quite a prize."
Numbuh Five simply gazed at him with the eyes that Numbuh One hoped would behold him.