I was sitting in my room, thinking about what happened to Nigel's hair. When he's "growing up" in Operation: F.O.U.N.T.A.I.N., you can see that he used to have brown hair. Numbuh 5 said that the DCFDTL made him bald, so I'm writing this. I'm in drama, so I kinda made a monologue of it, and I've been practicing, and I actually CRIED! VERY SAD! BE WARNED. Here ya go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Codename:KND
"Ey, Numbuh 5?" said our favorite little Aussie, "How… well… how exactly did Numbuh 1, um, lose his hair? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I was just curious."(Numbuh 5's talking will have ' instead of ")
'No, it's okay. I'll tell you. BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE ELSE. This is a secret.' (now her dialogue will have nothing around it)
We were in 2nd grade. Before we ever met you guys. We were walking home from school, and the Delightfuls were picking
on some kids, saying that they had to eat their vegetables and stuff. Nigel, being the leader that he is, went up and told 'em to
step off. That we were kids, and we didn't have to act like adults if we didn't want to. They thought we were on to them, so
they told father. He made a machine. A machine to make you so old, that you couldn't even breathe by yourself. Cree was
in a club that led up to the idea for the KND. I stole some of her weapons, and Nigel and I went after the DCFDTL. We shot
with all our might. We didn't know what else to do, so we just kept shooting. Some of the mustard got into the laser, and it
started to malfunction. I didn't know what else to do… so I ran. I heard Nigel screaming. That scream still haunts my dreams.
The ray only hit the top of his head, but… it hurt. So badly. So badly, that he had to stay at my house because it was closer,
and he didn't have the energy to go to his house. The next morning, his hair started falling out in clumps. Like an old guys.
He had a bald spot, his hairline was receding. In less than an hour, he was completely bald. We finally convinced his parents
that he had it shaved. They were such idiots, they actually believed us. If I didn't run, I could have saved him. It wouldn't have
affected me; girls don't go bald when they get older. We started the KND because of that. EVERY DAY we risk our lives…
because I wasn't brave enough to save him. He would still have hair; we would still be best friends. Not "leader" and "second in
command". Just a girl and her cute, curly haired, best friend. Maybe, someday, her boyfriend or… something more. It's all my fault.
And it always will be.
Gosh, I depressed myself. I gotta go get some sugar. Good thing I don't have a counselor reading this. They'd probably
think I was crazy. WHICH I AM! No, not really. Bye. Please review. No flames please.