The next generation
By Red Turtle
Hey! (slams hand into fist) I got you all, don't I! You are all hooked on this, I know, even if you don't review, but the reviews sure helped. And this story is just beginning. Each kid gets to say something, except Anna and Marie because they are too young. Then some new characters going to come in and they're all going to add to it too. So you're going to get all these perspectives, and your going to get this very elaborate story at the same time. Enjoy.
I'm trying to make sure everyone has a distinct personality that fits their age and all. Sometimes there will be incorrect grammar, especially with this child; this is not because I don't know grammar myself. Now we're going to hear from Chicken:
I know the boys are following us, getting ready to jump us. I don't know how much of my senses are from ninja training as much as just being a ten year old boy who gets beat on a lot.
Finally they reveal themselves, three more jump out in front of us. We're not even out of the school yard yet.
"Get ready to run, Chicken!" a particularly tough looking twelve year old cracks at me.
My brother gets: "We're going to cream you, Pie!"
Yeah, clever.
This happens a lot to us; everyone in the world has to beat up on kids named Chicken and Pie. Our mother should have just called us Hitme and Kickme.
Chicken. Our mother said it was from a book she read, The Bluest Eyes, and that it just mentioned that there were twins named Chicken and Pie, and when she had us she decided we would be her tribute to it. Geez, Ma, why'd you have to do that to me? Pie got off easy, he can tell people that it's that 3.14 number, and it sounds impressive. Me, I can't do shit with Chicken. I can't even get a nick name out of it; Chick is probably a lot worse.
With my name, I get into a lot of fights. Kids can't resist fucking with someone named Chicken, hell, if it wasn't my own name I would probably be fucking with somebody who had it. So it's good I have a twin, it helps even things up. And if me and Pie aren't enough, we have our cousin Rowdie, and true to his name he's a fighter. When the situation gets really rough, our girl cousin Katlin will step in and kick their asses. I don't mind having a little girl come to my defense, she's something fierce. Rowdie and Katlin are nine, one year under me and Pie.
We have two more cousins in our school with us, Mickey and JB. Mickey is in our little age group, he's nine, but he never hangs out with us and he never fights, except for in practice where it's required. Somebody picked on him once, but me and Pie put a stop to that. He likes to do things like puzzles and solitary stuff like that. The only group thing he plays is Baseball, he loves him some Baseball. Has all the cards, watches every game and everything. JB is thirteen, he's in eighth grade, and he doesn't bother with any of us 'littleuns' at all, unless were all getting our asses kicked, then he might step in.
We're all training to be good fighters. All of us is all my brothers and cousins. Only my youngest sisters don't train, but they're only a year old. Its part of what life dealt to us. Whether we want to be ninjas or not, we all train. My Dad and uncles told me stories about when they were younger, how they all trained because their lives depended on it. I wonder what that must have been like, they lived underground, had no hope of relating to humans or going to school or anything, the only thing they could do was be ninjas. And my Dad didn't actually want to be a ninja, he wanted to study. He told me once that Grandpa Splinter wouldn't let him observe a solar eclipse because it occurred during their regular practice session. He trained with just a bo, because he didn't want to ever actually draw blood on anyone.
My oldest brother Donatello chose a bo too, to memorialize him. I think life dealt that he has to memorialize him, because he's named after him. His twin William decided on knives, he throws them and does cool stuff like that. Mickey uses a bo, but I think it's because it's like a baseball bat, not because he feels pacifist. Katlin and JB took to nun chucks.
Me and Pie, together we decided on swords. It's a bit cliché; actually it's a bit lazy. We aren't really interested in ninjitzu beyond beating up obnoxious class mates, and we don't intend to pursue it anymore than necessary. Actually, we push the fights as much as we can, thinking that maybe if we're deemed too vicious they'll stop making us go to lessons.
Rowdie, on the other hand, he takes it seriously. He's got the sais, the most wicked looking weapons I ever saw and also the choice of his father. He comes to defend us when we need it, but he never fights when not necessary. And I can tell the way Master Sheno treats him compared to the rest of us, he has more respect for Rowdie. Rowdie will stay even longer than he needs to on practice, if he doesn't have homework he'll stay all night.
Not me and Pie, nope. We got tons better things to do. We practice an hour, we do homework, and then boom, we do what ever we want. We got video games to play, firecrackers to explode, fights to get into, siblings and cousins to torment, we even got girlfriends. We don't do much with them right now, but we would hang out with them before we spent all night training.
Our girlfriends are really cool. They're both bears, mines a red Panda, Pies is a black bear. There are about ten mutant families in the school besides ours, and of those seven are bears. I don't know, I think bears are cute, cuter than humans. The other families are one cat and two lizards. Most people don't realize Rowdie is in our family, because he is a fox, and we're all turtles.
This is a lot different than when my parents were my age. One is they just had the four of them, two is they didn't have any weird sissy names, and three is back then didn't no mutants go to school. Back then we were all divided by species, course there were a lot less of us too. I guess its kind of like the way humans split up by race, like a really long time ago, they wouldn't all go to school together, or at all. Then as soon as they normalized that we came along and changed everything again. I wonder what my kids will have to go through, I can't imagine.
But, here and now, me and Pie are facing five human boys, and three bears, most quite a bit older than we are. I know one of the bears is my girlfriend's brother, and he don't like me and Pie dating bears. I don't know what the other kids' problems are; probably think it will be fun, some we've fought before so they should know better.
Simultaneously we spin around, jumping up and kicking two right behind us. We've studied this ninja shit enough to do some cool, flashy moves like that, and we have the added benefit of being twins, we probably look really cool moving in sync like that. We each immediately turn back around, me taking out another kid on my left with a punch to the face that he didn't block quickly enough. I learned long ago to hit hard. Then you're supposed to fade away with out a trace, but we haven't gotten that part down yet.
That started the melee. The others jumped on us, trying to pummel us to the ground. They seemed awfully slow, we can dodge their blows easily, and parry with just our fists. But I only hold out on the disciplined ninja training for about a minute, than I give in to the rush of just out and out hitting. I imagine Pie does the same. We've got three left at this point, and one of the bears unleashes his claws and swipes at me.
Before I can call him out for unfair claw usage (after all, me and Pie don't bring our swords to school), Rowdie is in front of me, a red furry blur of action, and he's got claws of his own and fur to protect him from the bear. Man, I love our cousin.
The next minute is so hyped with adrenalin that none of us can remember what happened, but we all ended up in front of the principles office. The sobering half-hour of yelling after that didn't help our memories either.
But it ended all the same as it always does. Me, Rowdie and Pie have some bruises, but they got the worst of it. At least three of those other kids got black eyes (me and Pie aim for the eyes), and one got a twisted ankle from Pie tripping him up. We all get written up, and one of the maids comes to get us. See, despite starting off life with a father, three uncles, and mothers and step mothers and aunts, plus relatives scattered all over the world, and older brothers and cousins, and our ninja trainer, we are actually quite alone in terms of adult supervision.
Me and Pie's mother left out years ago, our father is dead, two of our uncles and their wives work around the world and rarely visit, the other uncle is wasted and doesn't live with us, and his children's mommas don't stay with us, Donatello and Williams mother skipped out, and the relatives that are in other parts of the world don't bother with us. Our last step mother, Tatiana, she stays with us but is mostly consumed with caring for Anna and Marie; she's not much of a mom to the rest of us. Master Sheno is there for training us, he doesn't do any childcare. And our older brothers and cousins got other things to do than pick us up from school and lecture us.
That's just another one of those things that life dealt us. We all get advantages and disadvantages when we're born, and ours isn't the worse life. As we are led off home, I try to imagine how our father and uncles grew up, with their father and each other so close, and they couldn't even leave to go anywhere, they couldn't ride in cars or have maids, they had to live in this little place, share rooms and toys...
I start writing a list of pros and cons, their childhood versus ours. Pie is very interested, it becomes an occupation to do together in the den, where we are grounded until further notice (we aren't sent to our rooms because they were determined to be too much fun, the den has no window, no games, no TV, boring books, ect).
Our father and uncles' childhood wins by two points.
To be continued with Rowdie.
Hey! (slams hand into fist) I got you all, don't I! You are all hooked on this, I know, even if you don't review, but the reviews sure helped. And this story is just beginning. Each kid gets to say something, except Anna and Marie because they are too young. Then some new characters going to come in and they're all going to add to it too. So you're going to get all these perspectives, and your going to get this very elaborate story at the same time. Enjoy.
I'm trying to make sure everyone has a distinct personality that fits their age and all. Sometimes there will be incorrect grammar, especially with this child; this is not because I don't know grammar myself. Now we're going to hear from Chicken:
I know the boys are following us, getting ready to jump us. I don't know how much of my senses are from ninja training as much as just being a ten year old boy who gets beat on a lot.
Finally they reveal themselves, three more jump out in front of us. We're not even out of the school yard yet.
"Get ready to run, Chicken!" a particularly tough looking twelve year old cracks at me.
My brother gets: "We're going to cream you, Pie!"
Yeah, clever.
This happens a lot to us; everyone in the world has to beat up on kids named Chicken and Pie. Our mother should have just called us Hitme and Kickme.
Chicken. Our mother said it was from a book she read, The Bluest Eyes, and that it just mentioned that there were twins named Chicken and Pie, and when she had us she decided we would be her tribute to it. Geez, Ma, why'd you have to do that to me? Pie got off easy, he can tell people that it's that 3.14 number, and it sounds impressive. Me, I can't do shit with Chicken. I can't even get a nick name out of it; Chick is probably a lot worse.
With my name, I get into a lot of fights. Kids can't resist fucking with someone named Chicken, hell, if it wasn't my own name I would probably be fucking with somebody who had it. So it's good I have a twin, it helps even things up. And if me and Pie aren't enough, we have our cousin Rowdie, and true to his name he's a fighter. When the situation gets really rough, our girl cousin Katlin will step in and kick their asses. I don't mind having a little girl come to my defense, she's something fierce. Rowdie and Katlin are nine, one year under me and Pie.
We have two more cousins in our school with us, Mickey and JB. Mickey is in our little age group, he's nine, but he never hangs out with us and he never fights, except for in practice where it's required. Somebody picked on him once, but me and Pie put a stop to that. He likes to do things like puzzles and solitary stuff like that. The only group thing he plays is Baseball, he loves him some Baseball. Has all the cards, watches every game and everything. JB is thirteen, he's in eighth grade, and he doesn't bother with any of us 'littleuns' at all, unless were all getting our asses kicked, then he might step in.
We're all training to be good fighters. All of us is all my brothers and cousins. Only my youngest sisters don't train, but they're only a year old. Its part of what life dealt to us. Whether we want to be ninjas or not, we all train. My Dad and uncles told me stories about when they were younger, how they all trained because their lives depended on it. I wonder what that must have been like, they lived underground, had no hope of relating to humans or going to school or anything, the only thing they could do was be ninjas. And my Dad didn't actually want to be a ninja, he wanted to study. He told me once that Grandpa Splinter wouldn't let him observe a solar eclipse because it occurred during their regular practice session. He trained with just a bo, because he didn't want to ever actually draw blood on anyone.
My oldest brother Donatello chose a bo too, to memorialize him. I think life dealt that he has to memorialize him, because he's named after him. His twin William decided on knives, he throws them and does cool stuff like that. Mickey uses a bo, but I think it's because it's like a baseball bat, not because he feels pacifist. Katlin and JB took to nun chucks.
Me and Pie, together we decided on swords. It's a bit cliché; actually it's a bit lazy. We aren't really interested in ninjitzu beyond beating up obnoxious class mates, and we don't intend to pursue it anymore than necessary. Actually, we push the fights as much as we can, thinking that maybe if we're deemed too vicious they'll stop making us go to lessons.
Rowdie, on the other hand, he takes it seriously. He's got the sais, the most wicked looking weapons I ever saw and also the choice of his father. He comes to defend us when we need it, but he never fights when not necessary. And I can tell the way Master Sheno treats him compared to the rest of us, he has more respect for Rowdie. Rowdie will stay even longer than he needs to on practice, if he doesn't have homework he'll stay all night.
Not me and Pie, nope. We got tons better things to do. We practice an hour, we do homework, and then boom, we do what ever we want. We got video games to play, firecrackers to explode, fights to get into, siblings and cousins to torment, we even got girlfriends. We don't do much with them right now, but we would hang out with them before we spent all night training.
Our girlfriends are really cool. They're both bears, mines a red Panda, Pies is a black bear. There are about ten mutant families in the school besides ours, and of those seven are bears. I don't know, I think bears are cute, cuter than humans. The other families are one cat and two lizards. Most people don't realize Rowdie is in our family, because he is a fox, and we're all turtles.
This is a lot different than when my parents were my age. One is they just had the four of them, two is they didn't have any weird sissy names, and three is back then didn't no mutants go to school. Back then we were all divided by species, course there were a lot less of us too. I guess its kind of like the way humans split up by race, like a really long time ago, they wouldn't all go to school together, or at all. Then as soon as they normalized that we came along and changed everything again. I wonder what my kids will have to go through, I can't imagine.
But, here and now, me and Pie are facing five human boys, and three bears, most quite a bit older than we are. I know one of the bears is my girlfriend's brother, and he don't like me and Pie dating bears. I don't know what the other kids' problems are; probably think it will be fun, some we've fought before so they should know better.
Simultaneously we spin around, jumping up and kicking two right behind us. We've studied this ninja shit enough to do some cool, flashy moves like that, and we have the added benefit of being twins, we probably look really cool moving in sync like that. We each immediately turn back around, me taking out another kid on my left with a punch to the face that he didn't block quickly enough. I learned long ago to hit hard. Then you're supposed to fade away with out a trace, but we haven't gotten that part down yet.
That started the melee. The others jumped on us, trying to pummel us to the ground. They seemed awfully slow, we can dodge their blows easily, and parry with just our fists. But I only hold out on the disciplined ninja training for about a minute, than I give in to the rush of just out and out hitting. I imagine Pie does the same. We've got three left at this point, and one of the bears unleashes his claws and swipes at me.
Before I can call him out for unfair claw usage (after all, me and Pie don't bring our swords to school), Rowdie is in front of me, a red furry blur of action, and he's got claws of his own and fur to protect him from the bear. Man, I love our cousin.
The next minute is so hyped with adrenalin that none of us can remember what happened, but we all ended up in front of the principles office. The sobering half-hour of yelling after that didn't help our memories either.
But it ended all the same as it always does. Me, Rowdie and Pie have some bruises, but they got the worst of it. At least three of those other kids got black eyes (me and Pie aim for the eyes), and one got a twisted ankle from Pie tripping him up. We all get written up, and one of the maids comes to get us. See, despite starting off life with a father, three uncles, and mothers and step mothers and aunts, plus relatives scattered all over the world, and older brothers and cousins, and our ninja trainer, we are actually quite alone in terms of adult supervision.
Me and Pie's mother left out years ago, our father is dead, two of our uncles and their wives work around the world and rarely visit, the other uncle is wasted and doesn't live with us, and his children's mommas don't stay with us, Donatello and Williams mother skipped out, and the relatives that are in other parts of the world don't bother with us. Our last step mother, Tatiana, she stays with us but is mostly consumed with caring for Anna and Marie; she's not much of a mom to the rest of us. Master Sheno is there for training us, he doesn't do any childcare. And our older brothers and cousins got other things to do than pick us up from school and lecture us.
That's just another one of those things that life dealt us. We all get advantages and disadvantages when we're born, and ours isn't the worse life. As we are led off home, I try to imagine how our father and uncles grew up, with their father and each other so close, and they couldn't even leave to go anywhere, they couldn't ride in cars or have maids, they had to live in this little place, share rooms and toys...
I start writing a list of pros and cons, their childhood versus ours. Pie is very interested, it becomes an occupation to do together in the den, where we are grounded until further notice (we aren't sent to our rooms because they were determined to be too much fun, the den has no window, no games, no TV, boring books, ect).
Our father and uncles' childhood wins by two points.
To be continued with Rowdie.