Authors Note: Thx for vewing my story. I am onnered too hav so mane fans. I leerned in Inglish clas that ur sposed to put in dents afeter quotashin marcks, so I'll do that
Chapter 2: The cru of The Kestrall
Afeter God gav me speshal pwoars, hee toke me to the Fedrashun Hanger. Wen I wok up, a sexay wuman waked up to me and sad
"Thank Godd U are awacke! We thot u was ded."
"Ware am I?" I asced
"In the Hanger off corse!" She repled.
"So, do we hav to deel with the Rablion?" I asced.
"Yess, wee do!" she aswerd. "The rablion is founded by Stan and Brek Obaba and is tying to mak the homeosecksuals the leedrs and put cristens to deaf pannels."
"Oh no." I sad
"I never asced ur nam sur." she sad sexayly.
"Im Joel, and u"
"Im Jenna" she ansered
She lad me arund the hanger and wee saw tuns of shapes. We want abroad the Kestral. Abroad the shit, it was just us 2 and 1 otter guy.
"That's John" she sad." He is the captan, and he dossnt lick been chalenjed by nubes."
"Ur nu her, so u fallow my ordars ecsactly or i pute u in teh are lok!"
"Sur yes sur!" I sad nervesly.
"Nao, go mann the weppins!" he sad angerly.
"Sur yes sur!" I sad agin.
As I went to mann the weppins for sum resin, i thot to meself, "I nevar met a wuman lick Jenna befor. She's so nise and pritty."
"Prepar for taykof!" Jenna sad.
As sewn as I knew it, we wer gong at FTL sped.