A/N: I'm back...! Anyway, apologies for the last chapter. I don't think it was written very well at all, quite disappointing really. Ah well I just wanted to get that one over and done with, so I could move onto more interesting things. I've also been told that the thought speech marks didn't show up. Turns out they had gone to lunch, so I fired them and put brackets in their place, 'k? This'll be a short one, I'm afraid, 'cause I'm sleeping at my friends today and I wanna submit this before I leave.
Anonymous-cat: Well, you wanted it, and here it is!
East Coast Ryder: Thanks so much for pointing that out! I wouldn't have noticed...Oh, and by 'kids' I meant Gump, Carlito, Chazz and MegMum.
Disclaimer: Didn't you see it already? I forgot last chapter though, so...I don't own anything except the plot and OC's.
Two: Christmas Trees can't grow indoors (Jake)
The trail had lead us nowhere.
We had tried everything we could think of. We had sat in on many of the chats, but sure enough, Chazz, MegMum and all the others did not use the site again. We tried to find NewKid's homepage (There wasn't one) and we had even gone back to the WWA building.
Guess what. NewKid was on a different internet provider. In short, he was about as elusive as he could possibly get.
And we were out of ideas.
Time passed, and gradually, we forgot about NewKid. We forgot that the Yeerks were abroad. We tried to forget that we had failed. But we never really stopped hoping that the resistance movement was still out there somewhere, watching our backs.
And so it was that about two weeks before Christmas, Me and Marco were heading towards the Mall to do some Christmas shopping. And Ax was coming along for the ride.
Have you ever tried to explain Christmas? To an Andalite? Talk about a tough job.
"No!" Marco yelled in frustration "The tree doesn't grow! How could it possibly grow indoors?!"
"Then what is the point in having a tree?" Ax asked. "Tuh-ree. Ree. Tuh. Why have it when it can't grow?" I interrupted before he could play with the sounds again.
"It's not a real tree, Ax." I said. "Well, not usually, anyway. It's fake- plastic."
"Then why do you bother?" Ax asked. He sounded confused. "Oferr. Boffer. Er."
"Finshed?" I asked him.
"Look, it's traditional!" Marco said, exasperated. "No-one knows exactly why we do it, we just do!"
"Ah." Said Ax, like he understood. He didn't. He had also decided that the conversation was pointless.
We stood to one side, to let some girl in a wheelchair and her friends pass. They seemed to be reliving every Star Wars film they had seen.
"No way!" The guy was saying. "The Phantom Menace is the best film!"
"Saddo..." Marco whispered to me. He didn't like The Phantom Menace.
"No, A New Hope is the best." The other girl said.
"Yeah!" The one in the chair agreed.
"Well, The Phantom Menace has the double-ended light sabre in it." The guy replied, nodding his thanks as they went past.
"Yeah, but does it have the Taxxons in it?" The kid in the chair shot back.
Taxxons? I whipped my head round to look at them. I froze, wondering what to do, to say...
"Jake, come on..." Marco murmured in my ear "Don't give a reaction." I gave a slight nod, and carried on walking. The New Hope girl reached up to scratch behind her ear, and...
And we were in a hologram.
A/N: Again, apologies for the shortness. I just thought I'd get something up. Still, it's a cliffe! MWHAHAHAHA!!...It's not? Not even just a little bit? Even if I wasn't going out, I think this would still be short. I don't like writing Jake. I mean, can that guy ever cheer up? He's always so depressed, Don't ya think? Why does he ALWAYS blame himself?
I'm not a big Jake fan.
Sorry for any Star Wars mistakes in there, if any...
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