Her eyes twinkled with excitement.
She was looking at a boy that the group found laying on the beach, unconscious and clutching a small chest-thing in his hand. "What do you think he's like?" She asked a boy that was with her. He has the same jet black hair as she, along with the same pale blue eyes. He shook his head doubtfully.
"Hopefully nothing like Lee." Another boy -blond with gray fur, somewhere around 10 to 11, and a scar on his right eye- smacked the other boy upside the head. "Not funny, Zavier." The boy -Lee- remarked.
Another male -green fur, with chestnut brown hair, around 12- laughed. Both other boys glared at him. "What's so funny Seth?" Zavier asked, not enjoying the boy laughing at Lee smacking him. The girl shushed all of them, which is surprising considering she was the youngest and smallest of all of them, being only 8. "He's waking up!"
This made all three boys snap to attention. And she was right. The boy opened his eyes slowly, his caramel-colored hair hanging in his face. He saw her face, beaming down on him. His eyes snapped open then, jerking himself to sit upright in the bed.
"Who are-?! What am.. Where am--!?" He stammered until her finger pressed against his soft lips.
"It's okay. It's alright. You're fine." she said assuringly, like a mom to her scared little child who just heard a loud gunshot. All three boys stood open-mouthed. How could she talk to him so calmly like that?
The boy calmed down a bit, but he still seemed alert. The girl sighed, smiling still. "So, I'm Amberly. That's Zavier, Lee, and Seth," She spoke, pointing to each boy when she said their names, "what's your name?" She asked, eyes twinkling again.
"I. . . I don't remember."
All four of them gaped at that remark. "What do you mean you don't remember!?" Lee yelled at the boy. The boy clutched his fists together. "I just DON'T, Okay!?" He snapped back. Amberly put her hands on the boys shoulders as if to hold him back. Zavier and Seth did the same to Lee. "Okay, Okay, so you don't remember your name. Big deal! Most of our names get changed anyways since our parents didn't give us here with a name." Amberly sighed. Zavier volunteered to do name him. "How about Marcus?" The boy shook his head, his shoulder-long hair whipping with it. "How about Lee?" Seth joked, getting glares from his friends, and a playful slap. Lee's turn. "Well. . . I'd say you looked like a. . . Huh. . . Mason?"
The boy smiled and nodded. "Yes. I like that name." He said. Amberly smiled. "Well, then it's nice to meet ya, Mason!"
Mason's purple eyes smiled at Amberly. "Right back at ya, Amberly!" He joked. Zavier raised his eyebrows. "Hey, Wait a minute. . . You have a British accent, don't you?" Mason shrugged. "I don't know. . . What's British?"
All four kids stared at Mason, then at each other, then back at Mason.
This seemed to go on forever until Seth smacked the palm of his hand on his forehead. "Oh! Of course! Mason has AMNESIA." He declared. It took a few seconds for that to soak into their minds, but then they got it. It makes perfect sense now! They thought. Mason was still sitting on the bed confused. He looked around and found a ponytail holder. Curiously, he picked it up. Putting his hair up in the back, he secured it tightly with the holder. Now looking back to the four other kids talking among themselves, he decided he needed to ask a question.
"So, where AM I, exactly?"
The four kids looked at each other, then back at him. Zavier swallowed what seemed like a huge lump down his throat, and stepped once towards him.
"Mason. . . You're in an orphanage."
So? How is it so far?
She was looking at a boy that the group found laying on the beach, unconscious and clutching a small chest-thing in his hand. "What do you think he's like?" She asked a boy that was with her. He has the same jet black hair as she, along with the same pale blue eyes. He shook his head doubtfully.
"Hopefully nothing like Lee." Another boy -blond with gray fur, somewhere around 10 to 11, and a scar on his right eye- smacked the other boy upside the head. "Not funny, Zavier." The boy -Lee- remarked.
Another male -green fur, with chestnut brown hair, around 12- laughed. Both other boys glared at him. "What's so funny Seth?" Zavier asked, not enjoying the boy laughing at Lee smacking him. The girl shushed all of them, which is surprising considering she was the youngest and smallest of all of them, being only 8. "He's waking up!"
This made all three boys snap to attention. And she was right. The boy opened his eyes slowly, his caramel-colored hair hanging in his face. He saw her face, beaming down on him. His eyes snapped open then, jerking himself to sit upright in the bed.
"Who are-?! What am.. Where am--!?" He stammered until her finger pressed against his soft lips.
"It's okay. It's alright. You're fine." she said assuringly, like a mom to her scared little child who just heard a loud gunshot. All three boys stood open-mouthed. How could she talk to him so calmly like that?
The boy calmed down a bit, but he still seemed alert. The girl sighed, smiling still. "So, I'm Amberly. That's Zavier, Lee, and Seth," She spoke, pointing to each boy when she said their names, "what's your name?" She asked, eyes twinkling again.
"I. . . I don't remember."
All four of them gaped at that remark. "What do you mean you don't remember!?" Lee yelled at the boy. The boy clutched his fists together. "I just DON'T, Okay!?" He snapped back. Amberly put her hands on the boys shoulders as if to hold him back. Zavier and Seth did the same to Lee. "Okay, Okay, so you don't remember your name. Big deal! Most of our names get changed anyways since our parents didn't give us here with a name." Amberly sighed. Zavier volunteered to do name him. "How about Marcus?" The boy shook his head, his shoulder-long hair whipping with it. "How about Lee?" Seth joked, getting glares from his friends, and a playful slap. Lee's turn. "Well. . . I'd say you looked like a. . . Huh. . . Mason?"
The boy smiled and nodded. "Yes. I like that name." He said. Amberly smiled. "Well, then it's nice to meet ya, Mason!"
Mason's purple eyes smiled at Amberly. "Right back at ya, Amberly!" He joked. Zavier raised his eyebrows. "Hey, Wait a minute. . . You have a British accent, don't you?" Mason shrugged. "I don't know. . . What's British?"
All four kids stared at Mason, then at each other, then back at Mason.
This seemed to go on forever until Seth smacked the palm of his hand on his forehead. "Oh! Of course! Mason has AMNESIA." He declared. It took a few seconds for that to soak into their minds, but then they got it. It makes perfect sense now! They thought. Mason was still sitting on the bed confused. He looked around and found a ponytail holder. Curiously, he picked it up. Putting his hair up in the back, he secured it tightly with the holder. Now looking back to the four other kids talking among themselves, he decided he needed to ask a question.
"So, where AM I, exactly?"
The four kids looked at each other, then back at him. Zavier swallowed what seemed like a huge lump down his throat, and stepped once towards him.
"Mason. . . You're in an orphanage."
So? How is it so far?
Hey ppl! I'm back and here is episode 2 part 2! Now let's start!
Icefire:Hello Molly & Jake
Molly:Hello icefire.
Jake:Hello.
Icefire:So you are -
Molly:Jason go up to your room.
Jason:Yes mom.=(
(Jason goes up to his room)
Icefire:So you to are wanted?
Molly:No. We where famed.
Jake:And we need you to take care of Jason & Crystal.
Icefire:Ok.
(crystal starts to cry)
Molly:It's ok crystal just shhhh..........
Ok I'm just going to skip to the sad part!
Ok it's night time and some ppl get inside the house and try to get Molly & Jake.
Well that's all folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know right!
Icefire:Hello Molly & Jake
Molly:Hello icefire.
Jake:Hello.
Icefire:So you are -
Molly:Jason go up to your room.
Jason:Yes mom.=(
(Jason goes up to his room)
Icefire:So you to are wanted?
Molly:No. We where famed.
Jake:And we need you to take care of Jason & Crystal.
Icefire:Ok.
(crystal starts to cry)
Molly:It's ok crystal just shhhh..........
Ok I'm just going to skip to the sad part!
Ok it's night time and some ppl get inside the house and try to get Molly & Jake.
Well that's all folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know right!
let the story begin Steve the dog is laying in the grass. Man this sucks being stuck on an island theirs nothing to do but eat and sleep i need something exciting thrilling something to get the blood pumping said Steve in deep thought at that moment he thought of something A PIRATE that’s it said Steve as he got up and started running towards town anybody got a ship he asked everybody. Finally someone gave him a makeshift raft that not even a feather would touch. well i guess this will do for now said Steve as he set off OK now to get to business first things first i need a crew a first mate a navigator a cook a musician a engineer and more
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north said Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted by marines...to be continued
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north said Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted by marines...to be continued
Here's something."What was that!" Shadow said. Goes back inside."Hey Sonic I need your help outside, I heard something out there!"Shadow said."Why are you telling me go tell that to Emily!"Sonic said."Heak no! I well give you two reasons, 1 reason: I'm afraid she might make fun of me again, Reason 2:She want believe me.So get your but up and start walking!" Shadow said."Ok ok I'm going already and let go of me!" Sonic said."No I'm afraid that your gonna leave me."Shadow said. Outside (Again)."Can you let go of me now?"Sonic said. "Yes now help mr find out what made that sound."Shadow said."Ok." Sonic looks behind the trash can."Hey Shadow look what I found a puppy!"Sonic said."So that was the thing that made the sound?!?"Shadow said."yep."Sonic said.
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!
meanwhile at the lab
dr f: u see this is very bad since
brenden: wiat u made a doll of me ad it turned evil
alexa: yes we did u see wen u helped out at the lab (still need to wright that) we wanted to thank u so we dieced to make something to help u we made brenden doll
tober: took me forever to sow
alexa anyways we animated it but it dident happen to go right u see the chip we used ws sadly encripted
dr f: that colud guy seemed relible
lily: wait wait wait did u say colud
dr f: yes his name was could
brenden: where takeing this case
alexa: thank u soo much
dr f: u will need this (hands brendens doll tracker)
derreck: u made a tracker
dr f: in case this kinda thing happend
brenden come on guys lets go
team ok
to be continued
dr f: u see this is very bad since
brenden: wiat u made a doll of me ad it turned evil
alexa: yes we did u see wen u helped out at the lab (still need to wright that) we wanted to thank u so we dieced to make something to help u we made brenden doll
tober: took me forever to sow
alexa anyways we animated it but it dident happen to go right u see the chip we used ws sadly encripted
dr f: that colud guy seemed relible
lily: wait wait wait did u say colud
dr f: yes his name was could
brenden: where takeing this case
alexa: thank u soo much
dr f: u will need this (hands brendens doll tracker)
derreck: u made a tracker
dr f: in case this kinda thing happend
brenden come on guys lets go
team ok
to be continued
My first story, so, if you wanna make suggestions, post of a forum ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and dogs yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and dogs yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.