The Origin of 2-T
The crashing downstairs wouldn't stop. The eternal thumping, screaming, yelling... it just refused to cease. 2-T clutched Boyd and Arangetta (Arr-an- jet-ta) closer to him and held their hands. They were too young, all three of them, to witness such rage as this. Arangetta was crying and Boyd was trying to comfort her. 2-T was listening out for his parents. Please stop, he prayed, please let it end... A door slammed downstairs and 2-T sighed. It was over. Boyd began to crawl out from under his older brother's bed and was soon followed by his little sister of eight. He looked to 2-T's bedroom door and stood up. He was only a couple of inches taller than Arangetta, after all – he was only nine. 2-T didn't want to move – he'd spent most of his ten years of life under his bed when his parents often rowed like they had tonight. He looked under his bed and watched Arangetta and Boyd leave. He leant back, which he now had room to do. He breathed out and covered his head with his hands. 2-T began to cry uncontrollably. Please... please let them break up... he thought for the hundredth time. Yet he knew his dad would never leave his mum. He loved her too much. 2-T decided to come out from his shelter. He then went downstairs to comfort his dad. Mum was gone... But how long would it stay like that??
Name: 2-T-Fru-T Age: 10 years old D.O.B: December 5th 2037 Address: 45 A, 'A' Housing Flats No 1332, West-End, Bogstar Special Features: Brown eyes Blood Type: R
The whole family were watching TV, just like a normal family would. 2-T didn't know what a normal family felt like. He sat up and picked up the communicator by the hover chairs. His mother glared. "And who said you could use it? I certainly didn't!" she cried. 2-T jumped and dropped it onto the side table. His father patted his wife's hand and reassured her. "It's alright, Shereem – just let him call B.Bop." he smiled, but Shereem slapped his hand away. "You mean – waste my money on that daughter of a Rasmussen's son? I don't think so Drake!" Shereem stood up and pushed 2-T out of the room. Drake shot up in protest and Boyd and Arrie were still in shock of their mother swearing. "Go on, 2-T! Go to your real family! Go and play with your best friend, B.Bop. Face it! You like them a hell of a lot more than you like us! Go bow down to Cardinia while you're at it! And you can tell her from me that she's a..." Drake wouldn't tolerate Shereem saying 'Rasmussen' one more time in front of the kids, or pushing his eldest son. He stood up. "Now just you wait a minute, Shereem – The A-Luna's are a perfectly good family!! There's no reason to keep the boys apart!" But Shereem wasn't having any of it. She pushed 2-T out through the front door and sent him up the corridor of the A flats and sent him round the corner. She ordered him away until he was out of sight and then she walked in, to have another argument with Drake.
Jools opened the door for 2-T and smiled at her best friend. "B.Bop!" she called upstairs, and she let 2-T in. Even though it was B.Bop she called, Cardinia and Bomray ran out from the front room. "2-T! Sweetheart!" Cardinia smiled. 2-T wished more than anything that she were his mother. Sometimes he fell asleep, dreaming it. "Hello Aunty Cardinia," 2-T beamed up at her. Act natural, he kept thinking. Since he was little, he'd called her Aunty Cardinia. It just suited her better than Cardinia, or B.Bop and Jools' mum. She kissed 2-T on his forehead, then flounced into the kitchen to dance with Minnie, who was helping wash the dishes. Why isn't this my family? 2-T asked God (who he worshipped – seeing as he'd studied Earth since he was four!). "2-T, how is it going, son?" Bomray was in front of him, holding his hand out – prepared for a friendly shake. Bomray always used to take B.Bop and 2- T space fishing – out on the balcony. There was only a few days a year for it to be perfect catching weather, and only on those days was the oxygen supplied free of charge – so facing the Abyss was safe. They couldn't afford O2 other days of the year, everyone who lived in the A flats were poor – mostly because they were one-man relationships. The law stated that because Martian girls were so rare, about five men had to marry one – only on one condition was this over-looked. If you had five or more kids after twenty years of marriage (Emperor Bog had a population to keep, didn't he???) B.Bop and 2-T were some of the fortunate children to have one mum and one dad – no step-dad's, step-brothers or step-sisters. B.Bop's mum and dad had six kids after sixteen years of marriage – so no pressure there – yet 2-T's mum and dad had been married only eight years and only had three kids. Bog was continually on their backs – and 2-T's mum was threatening to marry more men. 2-T wished she would – maybe then she would leave... He shook Bomray's hand and waited for B.Bop to come downstairs.
Arrie was crying in the front room and Drake was cradling his arm in disbelief. Boyd was on the floor, a bump on his forehead where his mother had threw the communicator at him. Shereem was still holding the knife in her right arm, in complete shock. She could've killed her son. She'd stabbed her husband... Blood was running down Drake's arm and Arrie's nose was running, too. Everything was dripping down. Blood, tears... Shereem dropped the knife as if it were a disgusting beetle that had just crawled over her hand and she ran into the kitchen to get a tea cloth. Drake had had enough. "I'll just wipe it clean..." she stammered, "Then we can got to the Hospital and have it bandaged up." Shereem walked in and passed him the cloth. Drake snatched it and held it to his wound. "Go..." he whispered. Shereem looked shocked. "W-What? G-Go?" she looked around at her daughter and then at her unconscious son. She bit her lip and bent down. "Boyd? Boyd, darling? Boyd, mummy's awake!" she shook her son but it wouldn't wake him up. "SHEREEM, GET OUT!!!!" Drake screamed. Shereem stood up and understood the never-before-seen look on his face. Stay away from my children. She turned her back on everyone and stormed out of the house.
"When I'm older. I wanna be a Commander!" B.Bop laughed, playing with his toy OMABs. "And I'm gonna own one of these... A nice yellow one!" he held up his favourite toy and pretended to make it zoom around. 2-T laughed and dug out a toy blaster and Emperor Bog figure from B.Bop's toy box. "Yeah! And me, you and Jools will beat Bog once and for all!" he pretended to shoot Bog and Jools laughed. "You have to be a real man to kill someone." She giggled. 2-T turned to her and put his hands on hips. "And how do you become a real man?" he asked the girl next to him. Jools blushed and hunched up her shoulders. Her nose twitched like a rabbits' and she whispered. "To become a real man you have to kiss a girl," she smiled at her best friend. 2-T went hot with embarrassment. B.Bop was looking from Jools to 2- T and then he smirked. "Oooooohhhh! Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" he chanted. Jools went bright red and steam started radiating off of her. 2-T was exactly the same. B.Bop just kept jumping up and down wailing 'kiss'. Before 2-T could object, Jools was reaching over to him and then he felt her lips on his. At the touch, his insides melted and they both went stock-still. They were both thinking the same thing: My first kiss. When Jools pulled away, B.Bop had stopped shouting and the three friends were frozen. 2-T smiled at Jools, and grabbed for her hand. He refused to let go of it until he had to go home – and this he wished would never happen.
The crashing downstairs wouldn't stop. The eternal thumping, screaming, yelling... it just refused to cease. 2-T clutched Boyd and Arangetta (Arr-an- jet-ta) closer to him and held their hands. They were too young, all three of them, to witness such rage as this. Arangetta was crying and Boyd was trying to comfort her. 2-T was listening out for his parents. Please stop, he prayed, please let it end... A door slammed downstairs and 2-T sighed. It was over. Boyd began to crawl out from under his older brother's bed and was soon followed by his little sister of eight. He looked to 2-T's bedroom door and stood up. He was only a couple of inches taller than Arangetta, after all – he was only nine. 2-T didn't want to move – he'd spent most of his ten years of life under his bed when his parents often rowed like they had tonight. He looked under his bed and watched Arangetta and Boyd leave. He leant back, which he now had room to do. He breathed out and covered his head with his hands. 2-T began to cry uncontrollably. Please... please let them break up... he thought for the hundredth time. Yet he knew his dad would never leave his mum. He loved her too much. 2-T decided to come out from his shelter. He then went downstairs to comfort his dad. Mum was gone... But how long would it stay like that??
Name: 2-T-Fru-T Age: 10 years old D.O.B: December 5th 2037 Address: 45 A, 'A' Housing Flats No 1332, West-End, Bogstar Special Features: Brown eyes Blood Type: R
The whole family were watching TV, just like a normal family would. 2-T didn't know what a normal family felt like. He sat up and picked up the communicator by the hover chairs. His mother glared. "And who said you could use it? I certainly didn't!" she cried. 2-T jumped and dropped it onto the side table. His father patted his wife's hand and reassured her. "It's alright, Shereem – just let him call B.Bop." he smiled, but Shereem slapped his hand away. "You mean – waste my money on that daughter of a Rasmussen's son? I don't think so Drake!" Shereem stood up and pushed 2-T out of the room. Drake shot up in protest and Boyd and Arrie were still in shock of their mother swearing. "Go on, 2-T! Go to your real family! Go and play with your best friend, B.Bop. Face it! You like them a hell of a lot more than you like us! Go bow down to Cardinia while you're at it! And you can tell her from me that she's a..." Drake wouldn't tolerate Shereem saying 'Rasmussen' one more time in front of the kids, or pushing his eldest son. He stood up. "Now just you wait a minute, Shereem – The A-Luna's are a perfectly good family!! There's no reason to keep the boys apart!" But Shereem wasn't having any of it. She pushed 2-T out through the front door and sent him up the corridor of the A flats and sent him round the corner. She ordered him away until he was out of sight and then she walked in, to have another argument with Drake.
Jools opened the door for 2-T and smiled at her best friend. "B.Bop!" she called upstairs, and she let 2-T in. Even though it was B.Bop she called, Cardinia and Bomray ran out from the front room. "2-T! Sweetheart!" Cardinia smiled. 2-T wished more than anything that she were his mother. Sometimes he fell asleep, dreaming it. "Hello Aunty Cardinia," 2-T beamed up at her. Act natural, he kept thinking. Since he was little, he'd called her Aunty Cardinia. It just suited her better than Cardinia, or B.Bop and Jools' mum. She kissed 2-T on his forehead, then flounced into the kitchen to dance with Minnie, who was helping wash the dishes. Why isn't this my family? 2-T asked God (who he worshipped – seeing as he'd studied Earth since he was four!). "2-T, how is it going, son?" Bomray was in front of him, holding his hand out – prepared for a friendly shake. Bomray always used to take B.Bop and 2- T space fishing – out on the balcony. There was only a few days a year for it to be perfect catching weather, and only on those days was the oxygen supplied free of charge – so facing the Abyss was safe. They couldn't afford O2 other days of the year, everyone who lived in the A flats were poor – mostly because they were one-man relationships. The law stated that because Martian girls were so rare, about five men had to marry one – only on one condition was this over-looked. If you had five or more kids after twenty years of marriage (Emperor Bog had a population to keep, didn't he???) B.Bop and 2-T were some of the fortunate children to have one mum and one dad – no step-dad's, step-brothers or step-sisters. B.Bop's mum and dad had six kids after sixteen years of marriage – so no pressure there – yet 2-T's mum and dad had been married only eight years and only had three kids. Bog was continually on their backs – and 2-T's mum was threatening to marry more men. 2-T wished she would – maybe then she would leave... He shook Bomray's hand and waited for B.Bop to come downstairs.
Arrie was crying in the front room and Drake was cradling his arm in disbelief. Boyd was on the floor, a bump on his forehead where his mother had threw the communicator at him. Shereem was still holding the knife in her right arm, in complete shock. She could've killed her son. She'd stabbed her husband... Blood was running down Drake's arm and Arrie's nose was running, too. Everything was dripping down. Blood, tears... Shereem dropped the knife as if it were a disgusting beetle that had just crawled over her hand and she ran into the kitchen to get a tea cloth. Drake had had enough. "I'll just wipe it clean..." she stammered, "Then we can got to the Hospital and have it bandaged up." Shereem walked in and passed him the cloth. Drake snatched it and held it to his wound. "Go..." he whispered. Shereem looked shocked. "W-What? G-Go?" she looked around at her daughter and then at her unconscious son. She bit her lip and bent down. "Boyd? Boyd, darling? Boyd, mummy's awake!" she shook her son but it wouldn't wake him up. "SHEREEM, GET OUT!!!!" Drake screamed. Shereem stood up and understood the never-before-seen look on his face. Stay away from my children. She turned her back on everyone and stormed out of the house.
"When I'm older. I wanna be a Commander!" B.Bop laughed, playing with his toy OMABs. "And I'm gonna own one of these... A nice yellow one!" he held up his favourite toy and pretended to make it zoom around. 2-T laughed and dug out a toy blaster and Emperor Bog figure from B.Bop's toy box. "Yeah! And me, you and Jools will beat Bog once and for all!" he pretended to shoot Bog and Jools laughed. "You have to be a real man to kill someone." She giggled. 2-T turned to her and put his hands on hips. "And how do you become a real man?" he asked the girl next to him. Jools blushed and hunched up her shoulders. Her nose twitched like a rabbits' and she whispered. "To become a real man you have to kiss a girl," she smiled at her best friend. 2-T went hot with embarrassment. B.Bop was looking from Jools to 2- T and then he smirked. "Oooooohhhh! Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!" he chanted. Jools went bright red and steam started radiating off of her. 2-T was exactly the same. B.Bop just kept jumping up and down wailing 'kiss'. Before 2-T could object, Jools was reaching over to him and then he felt her lips on his. At the touch, his insides melted and they both went stock-still. They were both thinking the same thing: My first kiss. When Jools pulled away, B.Bop had stopped shouting and the three friends were frozen. 2-T smiled at Jools, and grabbed for her hand. He refused to let go of it until he had to go home – and this he wished would never happen.