Penguins in the Caribbean, chapter 1
* Zafera's POV *
I was on my way home from school. Oh how I hate days like these, I.. I just want to attack something! I lit my ciggarette but droped the lighter. I bent down for just a second. The next thing I know there was a large bump. I stoped the car, then put it in revearse and.. Another large bump. I continued that cycle about three times before getting out of the car and looking under it.
DEAR GOD I HIT A PERSON! ATLEAST 6 TIMES! How am I gonna explain this! Well I guess since I killed the guy I might aswell poke him. *pokes* AH! It moved! He's still alive?!? How is thta possible! I jumped back as he got up.
"God damnit... These where my good pants too!" he dusted himself off. He looked at me "Where you the one who ran me over... Ouch, what did I ever do to you..." I just stared at him, my mouth open "I'm Mike by the way." he heald out his hand. I took it then he helped me off the ground.
"I'm.. I'm... Zafera.." I stumbled on my words... Still wondering how he could manage to survive.
"Well that's an odd name. Hey I know you... Your that person that ate that moldy pizza one day and got really sick and turned green-" I cut him off before he could go into detail about that embarassing time.
"Yes that was me ok! It was a dare! Don't blame me!" I walked tried to walk away but I hit a poll.
I woke up somewhere I had never seen before... Oh wait it's the backseat of my car. Umm what am I doing here. I heard footsteps and the door opened.
"Good morning sunshine!" The person that I vaguely remember running over said. I believe his name was Mike.
"I brought you food!" From that moment on... I knew we where going to be good friends... Since he brought me food. Mmmmm pizza!
* three months later *
Well, we bacame really good friends.. But we hardly ever see each other cause I don't go to that school. He talks alot about his friends where he goes to school, and well, me, I don't like talking about my friends cause... Like I keep telling him they are only aquantences I don't usually like to let people get to no me... I would get to attatched and it would be hard for me to let go of them when I move to a different town. Although me and my family haven't moved for about three years... But it will happen one day! And I'll be prepared! Hah!
I went home angry after me and Mike had a fight about whose drawing of a chicken looked better. His was pretty good.. I mean I could make out the eyes.. But everything else just looked like scrible.. It was very odd. Then he said mine looked like crap... Even though I'm the one that is going to art school after high school.
I opened the door.. Someone I didn't know was sitting in my dad's chair... Umm... I wasn't even allowed to sit there! Wait my parent's aren't even home yet...
"Who the hell are you?"
"I just came to tell you that your parents aren't coming home today.." he laughed and put a bag over my head. I felt dizzy and nothing else happened.. It was just.. Silent.
I was on my way home from school. Oh how I hate days like these, I.. I just want to attack something! I lit my ciggarette but droped the lighter. I bent down for just a second. The next thing I know there was a large bump. I stoped the car, then put it in revearse and.. Another large bump. I continued that cycle about three times before getting out of the car and looking under it.
DEAR GOD I HIT A PERSON! ATLEAST 6 TIMES! How am I gonna explain this! Well I guess since I killed the guy I might aswell poke him. *pokes* AH! It moved! He's still alive?!? How is thta possible! I jumped back as he got up.
"God damnit... These where my good pants too!" he dusted himself off. He looked at me "Where you the one who ran me over... Ouch, what did I ever do to you..." I just stared at him, my mouth open "I'm Mike by the way." he heald out his hand. I took it then he helped me off the ground.
"I'm.. I'm... Zafera.." I stumbled on my words... Still wondering how he could manage to survive.
"Well that's an odd name. Hey I know you... Your that person that ate that moldy pizza one day and got really sick and turned green-" I cut him off before he could go into detail about that embarassing time.
"Yes that was me ok! It was a dare! Don't blame me!" I walked tried to walk away but I hit a poll.
I woke up somewhere I had never seen before... Oh wait it's the backseat of my car. Umm what am I doing here. I heard footsteps and the door opened.
"Good morning sunshine!" The person that I vaguely remember running over said. I believe his name was Mike.
"I brought you food!" From that moment on... I knew we where going to be good friends... Since he brought me food. Mmmmm pizza!
* three months later *
Well, we bacame really good friends.. But we hardly ever see each other cause I don't go to that school. He talks alot about his friends where he goes to school, and well, me, I don't like talking about my friends cause... Like I keep telling him they are only aquantences I don't usually like to let people get to no me... I would get to attatched and it would be hard for me to let go of them when I move to a different town. Although me and my family haven't moved for about three years... But it will happen one day! And I'll be prepared! Hah!
I went home angry after me and Mike had a fight about whose drawing of a chicken looked better. His was pretty good.. I mean I could make out the eyes.. But everything else just looked like scrible.. It was very odd. Then he said mine looked like crap... Even though I'm the one that is going to art school after high school.
I opened the door.. Someone I didn't know was sitting in my dad's chair... Umm... I wasn't even allowed to sit there! Wait my parent's aren't even home yet...
"Who the hell are you?"
"I just came to tell you that your parents aren't coming home today.." he laughed and put a bag over my head. I felt dizzy and nothing else happened.. It was just.. Silent.
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