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He was so cute… Twyla Whodad skated her way home, to the high society section of Whoville. Her father, the Chairman, would still be at work when she arrived. Her mother might be home, but she highly doubted it. But she didn't care about that, all she was thinking about was that boy she met today.
Jojo… She sighed as she skated along. She wasn't wearing skates, oh no. Twyla was an inventor; she added several little devices to her Whobat boots. Including a large, silver wheel that came out of the bottom of each boot, pencils that would pop out, her Whophone, some make-up (just in case, ya know?) and her diary: A dark blue and black stripped journal with pages filled with her thoughts, she had fifteen volumes. One for each year she's been alive.
As she neared the opening to her neighborhood, she heard something pass behind her, when she turned, all she saw was Jojo on his skateboard, riding off down the road.
Sigh…
Hold on a moment there, sweetie… She thought as she neared her front porch. You don't even know this Who, he could be a hooker for all you know! She clicked her heels and the wheels on her shoes retracted back into the compartment.
She jumped up to reach the golden doorknob, she grabbed it and pulled it open. Her home smelled of perfumes and office paper. Courtesy of her parents and their life styles… Sigh again.
"Ms. Whodad?" A kind voice called from the kitchen. The Goth didn't recognize the voice, but walked towards the woman's voice anyway. She wasn't scared, and hell, if she was lucky, the woman would kill her and she could be out of this terrible life…
Way to be emo, Twyla… She chuckled to herself, I'm so weird.
"Hello?" Twyla stepped into the huge white kitchen. A young woman stood by the sink, she had orange hair pulled up in a high pony-tail. Her face was kind, a sweet, and defiantly not old. Not at all! She wore a orange dress with two or three yellow stripes on the front, and a white apron over it. She smiled at the Goth.
"Hello, Ms. Whodad. I'm Sally, and I'm your new cook. Your parents also told me to tell you that they won't be home for dinner. Um, they won't be home until tomorrow, actually. Your mother told me to tell you she loves you and that there are four Who credit cards on your bed, just in case." She did a small curtsy for me.
"Oh, Bra, listen," The Goth walked up to the women and shook her hand. "I'm Twyla, not Ms. Whodad. And no bows, not formalities, nothin'; unless my parents are around. I hate all that grinch!" She laughed and the new cook laughed with her.
"Okay than, Twyla," Sally chuckled. "Would you like a snack of something? A smoothie, maybe? I'm here to work for you!" She stepped up to the huge fridge and pulled out a basket of Who-berries and Who-cream. "What flavor?"
"Wow," Twyla laughed, jumping up to sit on the counter. She had to jump quite high… "So, are you like, my personal chief or somethin'?"
"Yes, and also, I'm sort of a nanny. Your mother wants me to watch you when she's gone. I'm not supposed to tell you that but, you know. I hate lying to people." She chuckled softly as she pulled out the blender.
"Argh, my mom is such a creeper! Do I look like I need a nanny?" Twyla waved her hands in front of her oddly dressed form.
"Um, you don't want me to answer that…" Sally said sarcastically before laughing.
"Oh, ha-ha, Sal." The young Who rolled her dark shadowed eyes, but she could barely be heard over the blender.
"So," Sally said happily as she poured the purple drink into a tall glass. "How was school?" As she handed the glass to the Goth, she said, "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to, you know."
"Huh," Twyla took a sip of the smoothie. "Well, I have to talk to someone! This is delicious, by the way." She took another sip. "Plus, if I don't talk to you, than we can't be friends; and I need more friends. I only have one…" The Goth didn't care though, but it was true, she did only have one friend.
His name was Kevin (yeah, I had to give him a name… Kevin!) He was a complete rebel. He had a blue, spiked Mohawk and always wore skinny jeans. (Remember him now??? I quote: YEAH!!!) He was her only friend, even though he was way older than her, he still understood her. He knew how hard it was to be a rebel in a goodie-goodie world.
"Really?" Sally was shocked. "Well, than that settles it! I'll have to be your friend." She laughed. "So, about school?"
"I met a really sweet guy today." Twyla sighed dramatically. Yeah, she was a Goth, but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little crush…
"Oh, really? On your first day, wow… You're on a roll girl." Sally high-fived the Goth. "So, what's his name? Is he cute?"
"Yes, he's really cute. Not like playboy cute, not gay, but just… nice." She took a gulp out of her smoothie. "Oh, brain freeze!" She laughed.
"His name! Oh, come on, sweetie! Trust me, I'll know everything about him if you give me his name! It's my husband's job to know every Who in Whoville!"
"His name is Jojo," She said quietly, embarrassed. "You have to swear not to tell my parents that I met a boy, got it!?" She stared at the cook.
Sally stared at the Goth for a few moments before laughing. Oh dear, Jojo… Somebody likes you! She thought. But when she stopped laughing, she placed her hand on her forehead and did the Whoville salute.
"I swear!" She brought her hand down to shake the young Who's.
"Good," Twyla smiled, "So what so you know about him?" She was anxious.
"Well," You don't have to tell her about him being your son, Sal… "You remember the last year, during the Whosentanial?" The Goth nodded. "Well, when we were headed for disaster, Jojo saved the day, really—"
"So that's why the girls tackled him at school…?" Twyla looked into space.
"Girls tackled him at school?" Sally was shocked, "Never mind. He had never spoken before then, not to anyone. No one knew why, but he was just very silent."
"He didn't talk that much, but when he did, it was very quiet."
"He talked to you?" Sally sounded very surprised. Her son didn't talk to other people outside of home. Or, at least, she had never seen him talk to anyone else.
"Yeah… Is that okay?" Twyla was confused.
"Oh, yeah! That's fine, just shocked me a bit. He never talks to anyone…" Sally placed a finger under her chin.
"Okay." Twyla hopped off the high counter. "I'm gonna go ride around, 'Kay?" She kicked her boot together and the wheels popped, making Sally jump and laugh.
"Did you make those?" She pointed at the Goth's boots.
"Yep," She replied, popping the P. "See ya, later, Sal." She left the kitchen and headed out the door into the rain.
Twyla loved it when I rained this hard; it only made skating more fun! But she could only sneak out in weather like this, though. Her parents despised the rain. She started down the twisted and wet road. There was at least two inches of rain on the ground, causing two tall waves to spit beside her as the Who raced down the street. She sped down the road towards City Hall. She wanted to sabotage her dad. Yes, she knew it was wrong but she wanted revenge.
Why she wanted revenge, I'd say if I could. But inside that office the Chairman was up to no good.
Meanwhile, back at the McDodd residence…
"Holly! Give me my hair brush!" Yelled one of the 96 girls.
"Not until you give back mine!" Another yelled back.
"Tooph!"
"I got a Whophone! I got a Whophone!"
"I still don't get why Jojo always gets more time with Daddy!"
"I know! It's like, so not fair!"
"Do you think Jed will go out with me?"
"Totally! He is so into you!"
"So, Ned. How is the family?" Horton had to speak up so his friend could hear him.
"Oh, their fine. I think… Sally just got a new job to today, but she won't tell me what it is." The Mayor set his head in his hands. "I really don't know why she won't tell me, I don't see how any job would be that bad." He sighed.
"Are you worried at all?"
"Not in that way, no. But it just leaves me confused. Ya know?" Ned asked his friend.
"Yeah," Horton chuckled. "So, what do ya think about this girl Jojo talked about?" The elephant chuckled.
"I'm really drawing up a blank! I'm supposed to know every Who in Whoville! But I don't remember ever knowing about a young Who named Twyla. I wonder what her last name is...Hmm…"
"Well, I wouldn't worry about it. Jojo's a smart kid, he won't get into any trouble with some girl!" Horton chuckled. "Well, I gotta go! It's getting' late and I did a lot of swimming today! Talk to you later, Ned!"
"Bye, Horton!"
"Bye, Mayor!"
And then the elephant was gone. Ned sighed.
"I sure wish we could actually meet…" He whispered as he headed back to stove to see if her could try this food thing again.
Meanwhile, at the old observatory…
Jojo had most of his gadgets going but not all of them. He figured that most of Whoville will be just getting home, and he didn't want to start an uproar. Sever bells and drums were beating softly, creating a sweet melody the floated through the huge building. Jojo sat at in a grey hammock that hung from the top of the ceiling, I swayed back and forth slowly to the beat of the bells' song. Jojo held a book in his hands, Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Who, (Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo, read it! It's an AWESOME BOOK!) he was nearly finished but he couldn't help wonder about the two main characters.
"Why doesn't he just tell her that he likes her?!" He whispered to himself. "Well, yeah, they just met, but it's so…argh…" He placed his book mark in the pages and shut the book loudly. "God, Jojo get a grip! You're losing it! You just met this Twyla girl, you can't be—" He stopped.
"Son of a Grinch…" He muttered under his breath, this couldn't be happening! Never once had he fallen for a Who, no one appealed to him like that. No one even understood what he was going through.
I wonder if Twyla will…
Nobody ever cared about that, all the girls ever cared about was his voice and, apparently, his ass. He was just Jojo, and they were just fan-who-girls, that's was it. Never anything more… that's how things were.
He sighed. This was so frustrating for him! What was he supposed to do? If she was gonna come home tomorrow—
Oh, shiznit… Jojo thought to himself. "This can't be happening! I don't want anything to change!" He threw his thin arms up in front of him. But then he thought about it, and maybe, just maybe… he really did want things to change. Maybe being close to someone would be nice, maybe having a friend, or more, like that would be really nice. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"But I just met you!" Jojo whispered fiercely under his breath, "But I think I love you."
At Town Hall…
"Well, Mr. Chairman," One of the council members spoke to the tall green Who in front of him. "The orders you wanted are all ready. May I ask why you wanted the rules of impeachment?" The blue Who looked at the Chairman.
"Well," The Who stared at his companion. "It's just a small… project. An experiment if you will." The Chairman grinned evilly. "This will be all I need." He began to leave.
"Mr. Chairman," Mrs. Hostle called to her boss. Mrs. Hostle was the Chairman's assistant, and Mrs. Yelp's worst enemy. "There's a visitor in your office for you, she says it's urgent." She left.
"Oh, well, all right then," He headed for his office, right below the Mayor's. When he opened the door, he could tell there was someone in his chair, but it was facing the wall. "Who are you, Who. What do you want?"
"What the Who are you up to now, daddy?" Spoke the Goth who was still facing the wall. She sighed sarcastically.
The Chairman knew who the Who was instantly, he didn't have to guess.
"Twyla Mariwho (Marry-Who) Whodad!" Her father yelled angrily. "What the hell are you doing here? Didn't the new Nanny stop you?" He crossed his thin green arms and glared at the chair.
Twyla sighed before turning the chair around to face the Chairman before her, she glared back at him. Her form was so small in his large chair; she was sitting with one leg hanging over the edge and she hugged the other to her chest, she was soaked to the bone. Her hair stuck to her fore head, and the dark shadow of her eyes streamed down her cheeks; as if she had been crying. But the evil smirk she wore showed no signs of sad emotion.
"I came to see you. No, I snuck out. And you didn't answer my question, daddy dear. What are you up to now?" She eyed him suspiciously, and shook her head fast, flicking water everywhere; including on the large painting of her father that her had on the wall.
"You are so much trouble, young lady!" He yelled at her, but she showed no emotion besides her smirk. "Sneaking out! Tricking the new Nanny! Did you cut school, too? Good God, Twyla!" He placed his hand on his forehead in frustration. "I bet you got kicked out on your first day! Damn it, Twyla! How could you do this to our family's name? You are supo—"
"Supposed to be a genius! But you are nothing but a disgrace to everyone of the Whodad line! How do you live with your Whodamned self?!" She mocked his voice so perfectly, she'd heard this before. She said the lines sarcastically, as she held her hand out to check out her black painted fur-tips. She also had a bright red lollypop in her hand; it had no bite marks in it.
The Chairman yelled again, "Don't you throw that filth sarcasm at me! Why do you feel the need to do that? Why do you treat your mother and I like Whodamned shiznit?!"
"Why do you feel the need to do nothing but criticize me about everything I do wrong? Why can't both of you Grinch's just leave me alone? And what the hell are you up to?!" She said it all calmly but she screamed the last part. Causing her father to walk up to her and grab her wrist.
"Listen here, darling," He whispered fiercely. "Back talk me again, and you'll wish you hadn't. Ask me what I'm up to again, and you'll never know anything else. Got it?" He was right in her face, her breath burning her dark eyes.
She wasn't afraid of him, though.
"Like I care, Daddy." She tried to pull away, but he held on harder than he had all the thousands of times before this, that scared her slightly.
"Well, you fucking should, my darling." He pulled her forcefully out of the chair so she was standing shortly in front of him. "Things are going to change soon, and you best be ready." He was still whispering, but he let out a small yell of anger before slapping the Goth across the face.
She let out the smallest cry of pain before falling to the floor, the Chairman let go of her hand so she could fall. She hit the ground with a small thud, she was so small. Her put her hand to her face and felt the warm spot of blood on her right cheek, the red goo soaking into the fur of her hand. She gasped silently. Yes, her father had thrown her around meanly, yeah, sure. But never, NEVER EVER, had he hit her like this.
"Be ready, girl." He whispered before grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her up forcefully, causing her to whimper again. Then the death glare he wore disappeared. "Oh, my sweet! What on Earth happened to your perfect face? Did you fall while ridding over here? Darling, dear I told you those things were dangerous! Well, we'll just have to patch that up tonight when your mother gets home!" He pulled her into his arms and carried her like a baby, she was to shocked to care what he did.
Oh God, help me…
Back at the McDodd residence…
"DAD!" Jojo ran into his house at full speed, he didn't know why he wanted to suddenly talk to his father. Maybe it was because he just realized that he was in love after just one day, he just wanted to do something with his dad, just hang out.
And he's never wanted to just hang out with his dad before.
"Jojo, son," Ned sounded worried, why was his son yelling so loud? "What is it?"
Ned was in the master bedroom lying on his bed reading a book. He had finished the cooking, kind of, and decided to relax a bit before Sally came home.
Jojo ran into the room, shutting the door behind him before jump on to the edge of his parents' bed.
"Son, what's wrong?" Ned put his book aside and put his hands on his son's small shoulders.
"DadIthinkI'minlovewithagirlijustmettodayandidont'knowwhattodo!!!!!" Jojo yelled at his dad quickly.
"Whoa, son, slow down!" Ned laughed at his panting son, "Now calm down and speak slowly."
Jojo nodded, "Dad, I think I'm in love with a girl I just met today and I don't know what to do about it!" He blushed after he said this, he didn't know why; he was alone with his dad.
Or so he thought…
In the McDodd girls' bedroom vent…
"Ladies! Listen to this! Jojo's talking to daddy! ALONE!" The small pink Who yelled at her ninety-five sisters.
"Oh, really?!?!?!"
"NO WAY?!?!"
"SHHH!"
"Dad, I'm in love with a girl I just met and I don't know what to do!" Jojo's voice traveled through the small vent perfectly.
"OH MY WHO!"
"For REAL?!?!"
"SHUT UP!"
Back with Ned and Jojo…
Ned smiled at his son's red face, "Well, Jojo…" He wasn't planning on having to talk to his son about this, at all. Jojo just didn't talk to people…
"Dad, I don't need to hear that!" He whispered, "I just—"
"No, son you might want to hear this, you'll need to know at some point." Ned eyed his son and wiggled his eyebrows.
"I really don't want to have a sex talk with the Mayor, Dad." Jojo laughed.
"Son, we don't have to talk about that! Let's just talk about—"
"How about we just watch scary action movies and consider that our talk?" Jojo cut of his dad.
Ned thought it over for a short moment. "That works, too." He shrugged, "What do ya want to watch, Jojo?"
Jojo ran off for a moment and returned with a large box, bigger than him, into the bedroom.
"These are the scariest movies I have; you can pick any of them!" Jojo set the box on the foot of the bed, and sat down next to his father.
"How about this," Ned began, "When your mom get's home and after we eat, she and the girls can do their thing and we can stay up and watch these."
"Okay," Jojo shrugged. "But we have to be able to pig out, dad." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"You got it," Ned gave his son a high-five.
At the Whodad rez…
"My God!" Mrs. Whodad, Laylia Mariwho Whodad, yelled as her husband walked in with a bloody Twyla in his hands. "What the hell happened?"
"She fell on her way to my office," The Chairman began, "She wanted to visit me, but she fell in the rain. She was skating."
Sally was just leaving after preparing dinner for the Whodad's.
"My goodness!" She gasped. "What in Whoville happened?"
"Oh, Sally," Laylia ran up to her friend, "Dear Twyla fell on her way to see her father! Oh. My my!" She sobbed. "Call the doctor!"
Sally did as she was told, "Dr. Howho will be here momentarily!" She yelled to them. "And I need to leave!" After she said her goodbye's she headed home to see her family.
I don't think she fell…
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