Yay! They don't think it's mushy! *drinks lots of coffee to celebrate* GONADS IN THE LIGHTING!!!!!! Well I'm goin to switch between Caolite and this new character I'm putting ni so don't get all confuzzled.
Chapter 2
Freefall wasn't your average scorchio. He had a certain fire to him. His parents were trash bags that tried to sell their own son to the neopian pound, only to discover that it would cost money to leave him to die in that death trap. His eyes scorched with punk attitude, his floppy head spikes held back, except for one that always flopped in front of his eyes, no matter how much jell he used. His clawed paws in the pokets of his jean jacket, he strode cooly down the graffiti ridden, gangster infested streets of the bad side of neopia centeral after dark, that he called home. As he passed a marketstand, he swiped a couple of bananas for the rest of his 'homies'. After he turned the corner to the side of town that NO ONE, not even the mob would enter, and quickly searched around to see if anyone was looking. He really didn't need to, since this was his territory, but just to make sure there wasn't any little kids, trying to win a dare. Once he was sure he was alone, he slipped into the storm drain and climbed through the murky pipe, until he got to a large cavern, loaded with illegal items of all sorts, graffiti etched walls, and the rest of his gang, some sorting various boxes of banned goods, some adding new artwork to the allready almost invisible brick wall, and others just leanign against an old subway that they called their home. As Freefall spread his bat like wings, and glided down from the sewer pipe few feet from the cold concrete floor, he tossed the others the bananas he had stolen. Dinner. They tossed the peels behind their back onto a large pile of banana peels that they had allready eaten. As he slinked over to the abandoned subway door, his talons clinking on the concrete, he too tossed the banana peel over his shoulder, and flopped onto one of the creeky, moldy seats that they used for a couch. He grabed the makeshift remote, and with a loud sizzle, zapped on the tv they had raided out of a dumpster. He flipped on the news, probably to see if the reporters discovered what they had done to the police station. As if on quie, (thats probably spelled wrong) his older brother Lightning arrived, sliding down the rope attached to the ceiling to the floor. He had toilet paper trailing out of his backpack, and had egg splattered on his face. Just then there was a news flash, or a monkey hanging 10, because the screen was so fuzzy, he couldn't tell. Just then Lightning, a Kyrii, flopped onto the sofa next to him.Carryinga letter of some sort. "Yo Free, this came for you." Lighting handed him the letter. "Wha? But we never get no mail! How the hell did they know where my crib is?" "Dunno man, this punk just go runnin' past me like some pansy and chuck dit at me!" Freefall ripped open the letter and read it. "Dear young one, due to the upcoming war, all 10 year old neopets will be sent to training camp, to be trained to go into battle as a recrute. We hope to see you soon. Sincer..." He crumpled up the letter, chewed it up, placed into a hollowed out giant pixi stick, and spit it at his younger sister, a lime green grarrl, Zebudar. She grabbed the wad out of her long dark hair, and thew it on the ground. Freefall chuckled, and Zebudar took the opertunity to return fire. She hit popped it right into his mouth, causing him to gag and spit it out at a lamp, knocking it over and breaking it. Freefall growled disgustingly at Zebudar, as she smirked happily and returned to polishing her claws. The next morning, Freefall woke up, Lighting's paw stretched over his face. As he opened up his sleep crud encrusted eyes, he saw Zebudar staring straight at him, a large blue party hat atop her head. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUTTPIE!!!!!!!!"
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