Smyeh. Okay, this is now the 4th time I've wrote this; and each time it seems to be turning out differently.
I've been experiencing a few technical glitches, but, no big. I've figured out the problem, and here I am! Yes--you're all so very very excited now, aren't you?
Well, anyways-- I've had this idea for quite some time now, andf I actually wrote it a year or two ago, and I finally decided to post it. If you're wondering about why I haven't updated anything in like, 4 months or so, check out my bio. I explain it in there :)
Yes, yes. To the point, now--
Disclaimer-- I do not own, nor will I ever, RP. I thought I did once, but then I woke up.
A/N-- I'm giving you guys a choice; should I make Twister dyslexic or not. I really want to, 'cause I wanted to make this an homage for my cousin who's dyslexic, but I'm afraid people won't like it. So, it's up to you...Remember to reply!
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Chapter 1
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Ever have one of those days where everything goes perfect, and it feels like nothing could possibly mess it up? Something always does; it's just the way fate works. Everything always happens for a reason. A wake-up call, a reality check. Something has to remind you that life isn't perfect. Sometimes It just takes a walk in someone else's shoes to prove this. Believe me. I've been there.
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Something seemed different on that particular Friday on the 1st of May. Something didn't seem quite right. Otto and the gang was hanging out at Madtown Skatepark; nothing unusual there. Otto's ego was growing bigger than his head by the minute, Twister was rationalizing that he could in fact create a new skateboard move that would be remembered for generations down, Sam was fiddling around with his laptop, and Reggie was being optimistic about the weather.
"It's nice out."
"No way Reg, it's going to rain. I can tell." Otto answered, pointing towards the sky where dark clouds were beginning to form.
"It's not supposed to rain." Sam reasoned, looking towards the sky as well. The dark clouds presented themselves again, as it started to thunder.
Otto shrugged, "Told you." He picked up his skateboard, and glanced upward again. The sky was also getting darker, more and more rain clouds appeared.
"Yeah, but it hasn't even started to rai--" Sam was cut off by water droplets pouring down upon him.
Twister, just realizing something, ventured over to them from the half pipe. He stared at them with his hair dripping in front of his face, and his hat sliding down;, "Hey, did you guys know it's raining?"
Reggie rolled her eyes, sheilding her face from the downpour, "Yeah Twist, we noticed."
"Hey kids," Conroy shouted, "It's time ta go home. I'm going ta' close down for today."
Otto groaned, "Man, I was looking forward to ripping up some major air!"
"Otto, you're going to catch a cold with all these pathogens going around." Sam replied, trying to whipe away his water-stained glasses on his wet shirt, "In fact; We're all going to catch a cold. We should go inside." He shivered, "Now."
"Sam's right," Reggie told him, "We should head back. You don't want to catch a cold before the big competition on Sunday."
Otto pumped his arm in the air, "Which I am going to win. Of course."
Twister grinned, gathering up his skateboard and videa camera as they headed out of the skatepark. "Maybe I'll win." He proposed, gaining a smirk from Otto. "What dude? I could win. I've been practicing hard."
Otto smoldered a laugh, "Yeah right man. One two finish like always."
"Yeah, except this time I'll be first and you'll be second." Twister replied. He was starting to get tired of Otto always having to win; and always certain that he would win.
Otto stopped, and looked over at Twister, "Are you serious? Like you could beat me."
"Otto, lay off." Reggie warned. Fights amungst Otto and Twister never had good end results.
"Yeah, he beat you in Street Lunge, remember? He could beat you in this too." Sam retorted, pushing his glasses up his nose and shivering again.
"That's different," Otto exclaimed, "There's no way he could beat me, Otto Rocket, in skateboarding."
Twister was starting to get angry, and Reggie could tell.
"Otto, lay off! Twister could very well beat you, because you're both good! So, why don't you take this as a little healthy competition and be a good sport about it?" Reggie told him. She as well was tired of her brother's relentless ego.
Sam looked up at the sky again. It was barely visible beneathe the dark grey of the clouds, and the fog beginning to form. Every now and then a rumble of thunder would sound.
"Can we continue this inside?" Sam grumbled. They were only halfway to the Rocket's house, and he wanted to get home as soon as possible.
"No way. If Twist thinks he can take me on, let him." Otto replied, determination eteched on his face.
"Otto, stop." Reggie commanded again, trying to keep walking so they would follow. When Otto and Twister didn't make an attempt to move, she sighed and walked back over to them.
Otto was staring attentivley at Twister, who was staring right back.
"Come on Twister." Otto said, walking closer to him, "I thought you could beat me?"
"In skateboarding." Twister muttered, trying to edge away. He didn't particuarly want to fight; he just wanted to prove that it was possible for him to beat Otto in the competition.
"If your so sure you can take me in skateboarding, then you must be sure you can take me now." Otto replied, walking even closer. He hit Twister lightley with the back of his hand, "Come on."
"Otto!" Reggie yelled, "Stop it right now!"
"Come on, Twist." Otto said again, pushing him this time, "Let's see what you've got."
Sam surveyed Twister's face; only a few more taunts and he was going to crack. He hoped Otto realized it, Twister was much taller than Otto, and could very easily beat him up.
"Stop it Otto." Twister replied, "I don't want to fight."
Otto pushed him again, either not hearing Twister, or chosing to ignore him, "Can't you talk now Twister? Or are you just to stupid?"
Reggie took one look at Twister's face, and knew Twister was about to retaliate.
With one more push, Otto and Twister were both on the ground, punching and hitting each other. It was hard to tell which one was getting more puches in, but they were both beating each other pretty badley.
"Otto! Twister! Stop it!" Reggie yelled, trying to grab them and pull them apart. They were choking and kicking each other too roughly though, so she had to stand back to avoid being kicked herself.
Sam looked back up at the sky suddenyl, after a rather large burst of thunder. It was getting darker by the second.
Sam noticed it first; a flash of lightning down the street, and another one closer still.
"Look out!" He yelled, as one crashed down onto Twister and Otto, sending them flying across the road in seperate directions.
I've been experiencing a few technical glitches, but, no big. I've figured out the problem, and here I am! Yes--you're all so very very excited now, aren't you?
Well, anyways-- I've had this idea for quite some time now, andf I actually wrote it a year or two ago, and I finally decided to post it. If you're wondering about why I haven't updated anything in like, 4 months or so, check out my bio. I explain it in there :)
Yes, yes. To the point, now--
Disclaimer-- I do not own, nor will I ever, RP. I thought I did once, but then I woke up.
A/N-- I'm giving you guys a choice; should I make Twister dyslexic or not. I really want to, 'cause I wanted to make this an homage for my cousin who's dyslexic, but I'm afraid people won't like it. So, it's up to you...Remember to reply!
~~!!~~!!~~!!~~!!~~
Chapter 1
~~!!~~!!~~!!~~!!~~
Ever have one of those days where everything goes perfect, and it feels like nothing could possibly mess it up? Something always does; it's just the way fate works. Everything always happens for a reason. A wake-up call, a reality check. Something has to remind you that life isn't perfect. Sometimes It just takes a walk in someone else's shoes to prove this. Believe me. I've been there.
~~!!~~!!~~!!~~!!~~
Something seemed different on that particular Friday on the 1st of May. Something didn't seem quite right. Otto and the gang was hanging out at Madtown Skatepark; nothing unusual there. Otto's ego was growing bigger than his head by the minute, Twister was rationalizing that he could in fact create a new skateboard move that would be remembered for generations down, Sam was fiddling around with his laptop, and Reggie was being optimistic about the weather.
"It's nice out."
"No way Reg, it's going to rain. I can tell." Otto answered, pointing towards the sky where dark clouds were beginning to form.
"It's not supposed to rain." Sam reasoned, looking towards the sky as well. The dark clouds presented themselves again, as it started to thunder.
Otto shrugged, "Told you." He picked up his skateboard, and glanced upward again. The sky was also getting darker, more and more rain clouds appeared.
"Yeah, but it hasn't even started to rai--" Sam was cut off by water droplets pouring down upon him.
Twister, just realizing something, ventured over to them from the half pipe. He stared at them with his hair dripping in front of his face, and his hat sliding down;, "Hey, did you guys know it's raining?"
Reggie rolled her eyes, sheilding her face from the downpour, "Yeah Twist, we noticed."
"Hey kids," Conroy shouted, "It's time ta go home. I'm going ta' close down for today."
Otto groaned, "Man, I was looking forward to ripping up some major air!"
"Otto, you're going to catch a cold with all these pathogens going around." Sam replied, trying to whipe away his water-stained glasses on his wet shirt, "In fact; We're all going to catch a cold. We should go inside." He shivered, "Now."
"Sam's right," Reggie told him, "We should head back. You don't want to catch a cold before the big competition on Sunday."
Otto pumped his arm in the air, "Which I am going to win. Of course."
Twister grinned, gathering up his skateboard and videa camera as they headed out of the skatepark. "Maybe I'll win." He proposed, gaining a smirk from Otto. "What dude? I could win. I've been practicing hard."
Otto smoldered a laugh, "Yeah right man. One two finish like always."
"Yeah, except this time I'll be first and you'll be second." Twister replied. He was starting to get tired of Otto always having to win; and always certain that he would win.
Otto stopped, and looked over at Twister, "Are you serious? Like you could beat me."
"Otto, lay off." Reggie warned. Fights amungst Otto and Twister never had good end results.
"Yeah, he beat you in Street Lunge, remember? He could beat you in this too." Sam retorted, pushing his glasses up his nose and shivering again.
"That's different," Otto exclaimed, "There's no way he could beat me, Otto Rocket, in skateboarding."
Twister was starting to get angry, and Reggie could tell.
"Otto, lay off! Twister could very well beat you, because you're both good! So, why don't you take this as a little healthy competition and be a good sport about it?" Reggie told him. She as well was tired of her brother's relentless ego.
Sam looked up at the sky again. It was barely visible beneathe the dark grey of the clouds, and the fog beginning to form. Every now and then a rumble of thunder would sound.
"Can we continue this inside?" Sam grumbled. They were only halfway to the Rocket's house, and he wanted to get home as soon as possible.
"No way. If Twist thinks he can take me on, let him." Otto replied, determination eteched on his face.
"Otto, stop." Reggie commanded again, trying to keep walking so they would follow. When Otto and Twister didn't make an attempt to move, she sighed and walked back over to them.
Otto was staring attentivley at Twister, who was staring right back.
"Come on Twister." Otto said, walking closer to him, "I thought you could beat me?"
"In skateboarding." Twister muttered, trying to edge away. He didn't particuarly want to fight; he just wanted to prove that it was possible for him to beat Otto in the competition.
"If your so sure you can take me in skateboarding, then you must be sure you can take me now." Otto replied, walking even closer. He hit Twister lightley with the back of his hand, "Come on."
"Otto!" Reggie yelled, "Stop it right now!"
"Come on, Twist." Otto said again, pushing him this time, "Let's see what you've got."
Sam surveyed Twister's face; only a few more taunts and he was going to crack. He hoped Otto realized it, Twister was much taller than Otto, and could very easily beat him up.
"Stop it Otto." Twister replied, "I don't want to fight."
Otto pushed him again, either not hearing Twister, or chosing to ignore him, "Can't you talk now Twister? Or are you just to stupid?"
Reggie took one look at Twister's face, and knew Twister was about to retaliate.
With one more push, Otto and Twister were both on the ground, punching and hitting each other. It was hard to tell which one was getting more puches in, but they were both beating each other pretty badley.
"Otto! Twister! Stop it!" Reggie yelled, trying to grab them and pull them apart. They were choking and kicking each other too roughly though, so she had to stand back to avoid being kicked herself.
Sam looked back up at the sky suddenyl, after a rather large burst of thunder. It was getting darker by the second.
Sam noticed it first; a flash of lightning down the street, and another one closer still.
"Look out!" He yelled, as one crashed down onto Twister and Otto, sending them flying across the road in seperate directions.