Sorry for posting so late you guys...New York is having constant tests and stuff...
So, next is Arthur and Angelika, our last two for today ^.^
ABOUT THE LAST QUESTION: Alright, you guys chose only fax and eggy, but my friend Belle said "OMG BUT I WANT NAZZY AND ARANGEL!" So,there will be brotherly and sisterly Nazzy and Arangel. NOT KISSY KISSY KIND.
Kay kay! You may read!
Words;
Closet Case - someone to be ashamed of.
Greaser - a guy with tons of grease in his hair.
Arthur
I got dressed for the day, making shure to slick my hair back with grease and fix my clothing.
"Hey, do I look good?" I asked my half-sister Maxine, who just rolled her eyes when she saw me.
"You look like a closet case." she said.
"Really?" I asked. Maxine rolled her eyes again, this time with a small smile.
"No, you look fine, ya greaser." She joked, before heading downstairs where our dad, Jeb was waiting. We were about to head out when dad took another glance at Maxine.
"Maxine? What are you wearing?" he asked. Maxine froze, and turned around nervously.
"Just a pair of trousers dad." she said. Dad pointed upstairs.
"No Maxine, only boys and men wear trousers. Now go and put on the poodle dress I got you." He scolded. Maxine growled before trudging upstairs and later coming back with fluffy dress on.
"Now, time for school." Dad said, pushing us in the ford.
I finally got to school, and everyone was hanging outside. I caught up to my group of friends fast.
"Hey Arthur!" said Jay, "I dare you to tell the nazi girl how it feels to be one." I raised my eyebrow.
"What?"
"Jay, Arthur doesn't know." David elbowed him.
"Oh. Well these two kids moved next door and it turns out their german. I wrote 'Leave Nazis' on one kids window. You should've seen his face!" Jay laughed. I faked a laugh.
"...so?" I urged.
"Oh," said Jay, "Well the nazi girl's in our grade, ya see?" He pointed to a girl wearing a dirty dress, "Now, I dare you to tell her." He shoved me. I gulped.
"But Jay-"
"Are you one of us or not?" He said, "If you were you'd do it by now." I shut my eyes.
Forgive me.
Angelika
"Hey look, it's Hitler daughter!" I heard a boy yell. I was surprised that I understood his words, but that wasn't on my mind.
I turned to find the boy pointing at me, everyone around him staring. I tried to hide behind a couple of girls, but they moved out of the way to stare as well.
"Hitler's daughter?" A kid asked.
"My friend was Jewish till you and your little nazi friends decided to show up. She ran away." A girl spat.
"You disgust me."
"Lets treat her like how she trested people. Hit her!"
"Punch her!"
"Kick her!"
"Burn her on the sake!" So many insults, such little words known.
Yet I knew the words that had hurt me the most.
"Guys, I think-"
"Guys-"
"Thats enough-"
"Please you guy-" I collapsed on the ground, sobbing. A couple kicked me before walking away. I looked up to see a sandy-haired kid staring at me.
"C'mon Arthur!"
And the kid was gone.
Poor Angelika...kay now THE BIG STUFF HAPPENS!
~ DG