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When I re-read all the previous chapters, I just realized how much cringe was there. (_ _ ) […]
Main characters:
Bluefur - Radio 4
Rosetail - Radio 3
Fuzzypelt - Radio 1
Thrushpelt - Radio 2
Secondary characters:
Goosefeather
Snowfur
Thistleclaw
Crookedjaw
Plot recap for chapters 10-19:
Crookedjaw's family fought each other, and with the help of Bluefur, they win. Meanwhile, Snowfur tried to commit suicide, but Thistleclaw prevented that. Stormtail got killed, orphaning his two daughters. A few months after the fights, Rainflower sues Shellheart, And Crookedjaw gets attacked while in America, where the trail took place. This causes him to join the DF. Bluefur and Fuzzypelt and some other agents went to defend a British politician, but were eventually sent to Israel. They get mistaken for Nazi agents, but due to Jake, an Arab boy, and Allied sympathizer, they get back to Berlin, Bluefur gets mentored to Stonepelt, But gets transferred to Sunstar after Fuzzypelt broke his arm when he fell down the stairs during a racketeering mission, and couldn't fulfill his duty anymore.
May 1956, American Sector
Chapter 20: Belligerent
Crookedjaw's POV:
I walked to school, wearing a scarf. You might think that it might be weird if you wear a scarf during summer, but it was an unspoken rule for all of us. Kind of obvious.
"Good luck, Crookedjaw." My dad said.
"Thanks." I responded.
As I opened the door, a couple of kids stepped out of the way for me. I didn't speak to them. They didn't respond.
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I sat down at my desk, and pulled out a book. This was my way of avoiding contact. Everybody is fine with it.
Once, the teachers tried to talk to me. Due to pity.
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Pity. How I hate that.
People think, [Hey, he's injured. Treat him like a sad puppy for the rest of his life] They act like they are above them! ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ
"Class started. Today you will be finishing your projects." The teacher said.
I already finished the project. You are super efficient if you have no distractions. I pulled out the book. There are some perks about being damaged. For example, teachers don't enforce rules on you. Normally, People can't drink soft drinks. I have to ingest food by a processor, and I just tell them that it hurts to drink non-fizzy drinks, so they let me drink root beer. I may hate being pitied, but I'm not going to let that go to waste.
The book I picked up was from a somewhat popular series. I believe it was called warriors.
Willowpelt said I should read it. I guess I would. I opened the book, and flipped to the first page.
I didn't get far until the teacher announced something.
"You will have the option to continue the project, if you are not done. If you are, we have a special 'activity' for you to do."
[Great….] (- - *)
"What is it?" Oakheart asked.
"There was a tournament last week, and our very own Willowpelt got 2nd in the high school section!"
A moderate amount of claps were given. I honestly didn't care.
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"Willowpelt will go to the national children's chess competition in Berlin to compete for the title of FIDE master."
A more prominent amount of clapping occured.
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"Because of this, We will hold a mini 'meat and beat' for Willowpelt. There are 30 boards set in the lobby, and we are allowed to have two."
"That makes 15 grades to fight Willowpelt. There's only twelve!" Oakheart mentioned.
We all can do math, mousedung. No need to pretend you're better than us.
"I know, but everybody younger than third grade will compete for four seats, and the remaining ten boards are for the staff."
Graypool didn't even bother to look, "Do we have to?"
The teacher pushed her feet off the desk. "You do now. Raise your hand if you want to compete."
I contemplated this. I had read the chess books downstairs in my free time...
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Well that is depressing. I guess I'll just stay ou-
"And all people finished with the project will have to join."
WEll…..…..…..…..…..…..…..…..…..…..…..
A couple of other people (Including Graypool) groaned. Judging from the people in the class, The main contenders for the two seats was Graypool, Oakheart, and I.
Graypool beat Oakheart with a trap. No doubt she was better than both of us. Everybody else were beaten by one of us three. That left me and him to compete for the last seat.
I looked my brother in the eye. He looked back.
"Do you want to be white?" I asked.
"No, It's fine. You can have white. I'll take the handicap." He said, motioning me to sit.
[Handicap? You dare bring that up?] (#｀皿´) [Ohhh, Let's go...]
I hit the timer and played e4
Oakheart responded with e5. Heh. Let's see if he knows his theory.
"Checkmate." I said, placing the rook on the last file. Willowpelt gave a questioning glare towards the blundering Oakheart.
"Thanks." He said, shaking it.
Graypool hovered over the board, "Took you long enough, C-dawg."
"Do not call me that. Anyways, shouldn't you be playing at your board? I believe you're losing"
"I guess."
Graypool walked over and forked the white queen with the white king. (This is when you have to sacrifice your most powerful piece, the Queen)
"Could you resign?"
The poor boy didn't even respond.
"I take that as a yes."
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"Graypool, Crookedjaw, you may go to the gym now. Sit in the 7th grade section. Good luck."
"Were you toying with him the entire time?"
"Kinda."
The gym was filled with a whole bunch of people. However, half of them appeared annoyed and the other half appeared tired.
"C-dawg-"
"No."
Graypool sighed, "C-dawg is better than Crookedjaw."
"In what world, may I ask?"
Graypool redirected the conversation, "Anyways, Crookedjaw, do you have any gum. I ran out."
I felt annoyed. "Why would I have bubble gum?"
"Touché."
I walked over to my seat. Graypool sat next to me.
"C-dawg, What opening are you going to play?"
I groaned, "Don't call me C-dawg."
Graypool shoved my shoulder lightly, "It sounds good. Way better than Crookedjaw."
"Sure. Sure."
Graypool inserted her king inside the queen, "Do you want me to call you C-daddy?"
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"Thought so." She said as Willowpelt rounded the corner.
The match wasn't even a competition. Willowpelt removed half of all the competitors in the first ten minuets.
My goal, to last longer than Graypool.
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"Checkmate."
Obviously, I failed.
Graypool was in the last four.
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e4 e5
f4 exf4
Bc4 Qh4+
Kf1 Nf6
Nf3 Qh5
Nc3 d6
d4 Bg4
Bxf4 Bxf3
Qxf3 Qxf3+
gxf3 Nc6
Be3 h6
Kg2 a6
Rhe1 Nb4
Rac1 g5
d5 g4
a3 gxf3+
Kxf3 b5
Be2 Nbxd5
Nxd5 Nxd5
Bd4 Rg8
exd5 Kd7
c4 bxc4
Rxc4 Rb8
Bd1 Bg7
Ba4+ Kd8
Bxg7 Rxg7
Re8# 0-1