Adventure of the Planet of the Apes
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A/N: Wow an update in just a few days, that is a record for me. Um, not much has changed since I lasted updated… so here it is.
Goopy Goo- I love your reviews. Sorry, but you are my favorite reviewer because are my only critic and you tell me what needs to be improved. Thanks. About the concussion. Personally I have a lot of experience with concussions such as: when I broke my nose, when I fell of a tractor, when I fell off a bunk bed (I was 4) and other numerous times that I have hit my head. But the last time (nose) I can pretty much remember how I felt during that time. It is possible to have a delayed reaction to a concussion and to be fine until you slow down enough to notice that you are in some serious pain. But thank you for mentioning that. The two little dots? Um… well, you can go to insert and say: "Insert Symbol" and that works, but my computer does it automatically for me.
We interrupt this program to bring you a special announcement: The Planet of the Apes was written by Pierre Boulle in 1966 and the first movie was made in 1967.
Sorry, got a little carried away there, but the book was written before the movies were made and it is very good. My poor book is missing the cover and the first five chapters because my mom picked it up and it fell apart… But this is a long answer. Taylor is bi-lingual and it doesn't make her brain think to speak Spanish.
Enya- Acting class did not go okay and I have officially quite. Usually I would try to stick it through, but no. My character was a duckling and all I did was say, "Quack, quack." Come on! Yes… cliff hangers are always very fun to write.
Chapter Seven: Trival Arrives
"Taylor!"
"Just five more minutes, mom." I rolled over and tried to ignore who ever was shaking me.
"It is me, Bon. My brother has come home with some of the other humans that mistress Ari has helped. They all want to meet you." Finally I remember where I was. I had to pry my eyes open and stood up shakily with the help of Bon. For a second or two the room began to spin and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it all the way down stairs. "Will you be able to walk?"
"Yes, thank you." I wondered why we were whispering. Then I realized that the apes where probably eating dinner right now. "Okay, let's go." Carefully we made our way down into the kitchen with the help and support of the wall. When we finally arrived in the kitchen there were about six different women, men and a baby sitting around on the ground. No wonder I have to sleep in Ari's room. I thought to myself.
"Here, come sit here in front." Someone helped me find a comfortable seat on the floor where I could face everyone. "I'm Trival," the one who had helped me to my seat introduced himself.
"My name is Lanai," a man said.
"Marsail."
"Wedil."
"Jusinia."
"Hanian, and this little one is Teli." There were so many names swirling around me I was sure that I would never be able to keep everyone straight.
"Uh, hi." Oh, that was brilliant beyond belief, Taylor. "I guess you probably all know by now that my name is Taylor. It is nice to meet you all, but I'm not sure I'll be able to remember all your names right away."
"That is fine," someone, I think it was Wedil, said.
"Bon tells us that you know stories that we have never heard before. She also says you come from a long way away from here." I could recognize Trival just from his resemblance to Bon. How long had I been asleep?
I was a little a nervous about speaking to everyone. Why had Bon had to tell them all about me and my 'amazing' story telling ability I'll never know. "Well, I know a few different stories. Nothing absolutely astounding."
"What is 'a-sound-ing'?"
Now it was my turn to be flabbergasted. Did they know absolutely nothing at all? Sure, I had not missed a single vocabulary word on my SAT's, but that doesn't mean I am a super genius person. Okay, maybe here on the Planet of the Apes it does. I'll have to try and use simpler words. "Well, its meaning is something like: 'above average, spectacular, amazing, astonishing' and stuff like that. Understand?"
"Say it again."
"A-stound-ing"
"A-stound-ing," the human's repeated after me. "Good, any other questions?"
"How did you learn so much?"
"Your name first."
"I am Marsail."
"Well, Marsail, I learned so much from my mother and father who taught me to always try to learn as much as you can. School and reading lots of books also help a lot with having an expanded vocabulary." A collective gasp went through the room at the mention of being able to read. "Where I come from humans are allowed to read and go to school. Freedom is basically the motto of my country."
Murmurs of: "You're crazy." and "She must have hit her head too hard," Could be heard around the room.
"Okay, let's say that I am crazy. I must have a pretty good imagination to think up such a thing."
"Taylor," Bon, always the peacemaker stepped in, "you have had a long day, don't over due it. Maybe you could tell us one of those stories?"
"Yes a story!" "Tell us a story." "One we have never heard before."
I smiled as a glint shone in my eyes. Right now I had the perfect story in mind, and it did not deal with apes at all. "Are you sure, this is a long story and it may take quiet a while before we get all the way through it."
"Go ahead," they urged me.
"In a hole there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty wet hole filled with ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor a dry bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or eat. It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened to a tube shaped hall like a tunnel: a comfortable tunnel without smoke, with paneled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted…"
At first I was going on what I had memorized of the Hobbit, but soon after I had run out of memory I wasmaking up parts of the story. It brought joy to my heart to see everyone in rapt attention, hanging on every word I said. Before I knew it a clock somewhere chimed that it was eleven o'clock, and a sudden sleepiness came over me. A giant yawn interrupted me as I was about to tell of Gandalf showing up and Bofur, Bombur and Bifur fell on Thorin Oakenshield.
"Oh, my!" I turned around to see what everyone was staring at, it was Ari. She had a very curious look on her face as she directed everyone into their 'sleeping cage' and told me to go up to her room.
When Ari came into the room I was sitting unobtrusively in the corner, trying to be good. At first she didn't seem to not notice me, but went around and did (what I assumed) what was her normal nightly routine. "Where did you hear that story?"
It took me a few seconds to realize that I was being spoken to. "Well, I heard it," I didn't want to lie, but I also wanted to live, "the first time when I was about ten years old. My mother told it to me when I was recovering from an illness. After I heard it the first time it became one of my most favorite stories!" It was impossible for me to contain my excitement when I was talking about Tolkien.
"You are ill often?"
"No." A small lie never hurt anyone, right? Because of all my allergies I seem to be able to pick up a cold in the snap of a finger.
"Does this story have apes in it?"
Oh my gosh! Will these people ever get over themselves? "No, it doesn't. The only characters are Hobbits, Elves, Wizards, Dwarves, Elves and Men."
"Why no apes?"
"I guess the author didn't want to put any in. Truly, I can't say why." This answer seemed to satisfy her.
"You are very different, Taylor. Most humans wouldn't be able to carry on a conversation with an ape or dare to tell a tale where humans are not ruled by apes."
"I guess those rules just don't apply to me." I looked down at my hands. All my life I had been breaking rules and setting up my own guidelines, within the law, but now things were different. As a human I could be killed at any time with or without reason. "May I ask you something?"
Ari's eyebrows shot up. "Yes," she hesitantly said.
"Could you- I mean- would you help me to learn to be a little more subservient? I have an attitude problem and it needs a big adjustment. Trying to fix it by myself is am impossible task. I hate asking for help, but please… help me."
"You don't talk like a human."
"What?"
"No human would ever say 'subservient'. I will help you."
"Why?"
"Because you're unusual."
"Thanks." I left it at that and lay down to go to sleep. Finally after about five minutes Ari climbed on to her bed and started writing in her diary. My body succumbed to sleep as I listened to the constant scratching of her pen on paper.
A/N: Okay, this is a really short chapter, but I promise that the next chapter will be extra long. Are you guys proud of me? I updated within three days of the last time. Wow! Actually, I would have had this up earlier, but my dad took me out and taught me how to drive a stick-shirt. Eek! That was an interesting experience.
