Post by numberunknown on May 11, 2007 2:45:05 GMT
This is un-edited. Just a first draft that I didn't even proof read. It sucks. Don't expect anything good. The plot sucks... so does the writing.
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When Hoagie was working, he was no longer the clumsy, awkward boy as he usually was. When he was building, or taking things apart, his fingers engaged in a dance. His face wasn’t goofy like always, it was passionate and concentrated. His heart would beat to the rhythm of whatever tool he was using, and his breathing would follow. His bright blue eyes darkened pleasantly, as if he was deep in thought. You had to respect him if you saw him working. When Hoagie was working, he was beautiful.
But of course, he didn’t know that. The only reason that he chose to work on Kids Next Door technology was pure enjoyment, and the peace of mind that came along with it.
He held a screw driver in his right hand, loosely as if it were a delicate hummingbird. His body was pulsating along with the perfect tempo of his screwing. The SPLANKER would be done soon, and once again, he would have a perfect piece of equipment.
His mind wandered into the unknown, as his hands subconsciously glided across the smooth piece of wood.
Finally, his thoughts stumbled upon the words: Hmm. I wonder what would happen if I were to leave.
His minds discovery of those eleven words came as a shock to him, as he had never before thought about anything such as that. But again, more cautiously this time, he approached the thought once more.
If I were to leave. Just walk out the door and never return. Numbuh 1 would be too busy to notice until we had to go on a mission. Numbuh 3 night notice. I don’t know about Numbuh 4 or 5.
He mentally slapped himself. Why these morbid thoughts?
Mechanically, he put a perfect SLANKER on the floor next to his desk, and picked up another piece of wood and aluminum metal, his fingers springing into action.
Honestly, though. If Numbuh 1 left, everyone would notice right away. If Numbuh 3 left… well, Numbuh 4 would inform everyone. If Numbuh 4 left, we’d all be wondering why there wasn’t a kid playing video games. And I’m sure that everyone would notice if Numbuh 5 left.
Stop thinking that! What makes you think these things?
It’s true. They don’t care about me.
They do! What the heck are you talking about? Where did this come from?
From the truth.
Shut up!!!
As his mind picked up pace, so did his fingers, followed by his pulse. Another SPLANKER done. He picked up the shrunken ITSY-BITSY and started to repair the engine that had been slightly ruined.
It’s true! Really. You are in here, alone in your room, and they are all in the living room.
They’re giving me privacy.
They don’t want you.
“Shut up!” Hoagie screamed aloud, all of a sudden surprised at himself. What was provoking this kind of thinking? What suddenly made him think that they didn’t like him? Of course they liked him. Numbuh 1 and 4 were his best friends, Numbuh 3 and him had Bradley, and he knew that Numbuh 5 just pretended to be constantly annoyed. They loved him. Of course.
Okay, so who would your leader kick out of the sector? You, or Numbuh 5? His pessimistic side argued, somehow sounding mocking even though it was silent.
You know that there would never be a choice like that. You know that Numbuh 1 loves us all.
Hoagie questioned himself: Who the heck was “you”? He was thinking to himself. Did this mean that he was crazy? Had he lost his mind entirely?
Nah.
He was just letting out some pessimism after years of being an optimist. He would be back to normal in a second. Calm down, Hoagie. Take it easy.
He didn’t think at all for the nest minute; at least, he tried not to. He ended up just thinking about not thinking.
A knock at his door came softly, and a bald boy with a blood red sweatshirt walked in slowly. “Numbuh 2? Did… did you repair everything?”
Hoagie looked at the pile by his feet. It was huge. How much had he done?
The concentration slowly wore off his face as he looked back at Nigel, and he slowly became himself again. His voice sounded completely normal when he said, “Yeah… I guess I got caught up in the moment or something.”
Numbuh 1 shrugged, and entered the room further. “We have a mission.” Dryly.
“Hm.”
Pause.
“It’s urgent, Numbuh 2.”
Finally, Hoagie got the picture. “Oh… oh, sorry. I’ll be there in a sec.”
“Okay. Hurry up, will you?”
See? Why don’t you just leave! Go there. Leave here, and go there. Where ever ‘there’ is.
The best ‘there’ ever is here!
…What?
Forget it! I hope you die and leave me alone.
“Sure, Numbuh 1. Be there in a half-sec.”
An undiagnosed emotion flashed in Nigel’s eye, and he left. Hoagie sat there in his room alone. Of course they loved him. He was always going to be loved, no matter what.
When he walked into the living room, nobody was there. Did they leave without him?
He sighed deeply, and sat down on the couch. It was then that he noticed the banner hanging across the walls. It read: “Thank U 2 The Best 2x4 Technalogest Evuh!!”.
His eyes locked onto the banner, and his mind happily beat his pessimistic side to a pulp. And as the four kids he knew so well jumped out from behind the table and screamed the word surprise at him.
And I find myself ‘here’.
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When Hoagie was working, he was no longer the clumsy, awkward boy as he usually was. When he was building, or taking things apart, his fingers engaged in a dance. His face wasn’t goofy like always, it was passionate and concentrated. His heart would beat to the rhythm of whatever tool he was using, and his breathing would follow. His bright blue eyes darkened pleasantly, as if he was deep in thought. You had to respect him if you saw him working. When Hoagie was working, he was beautiful.
But of course, he didn’t know that. The only reason that he chose to work on Kids Next Door technology was pure enjoyment, and the peace of mind that came along with it.
He held a screw driver in his right hand, loosely as if it were a delicate hummingbird. His body was pulsating along with the perfect tempo of his screwing. The SPLANKER would be done soon, and once again, he would have a perfect piece of equipment.
His mind wandered into the unknown, as his hands subconsciously glided across the smooth piece of wood.
Finally, his thoughts stumbled upon the words: Hmm. I wonder what would happen if I were to leave.
His minds discovery of those eleven words came as a shock to him, as he had never before thought about anything such as that. But again, more cautiously this time, he approached the thought once more.
If I were to leave. Just walk out the door and never return. Numbuh 1 would be too busy to notice until we had to go on a mission. Numbuh 3 night notice. I don’t know about Numbuh 4 or 5.
He mentally slapped himself. Why these morbid thoughts?
Mechanically, he put a perfect SLANKER on the floor next to his desk, and picked up another piece of wood and aluminum metal, his fingers springing into action.
Honestly, though. If Numbuh 1 left, everyone would notice right away. If Numbuh 3 left… well, Numbuh 4 would inform everyone. If Numbuh 4 left, we’d all be wondering why there wasn’t a kid playing video games. And I’m sure that everyone would notice if Numbuh 5 left.
Stop thinking that! What makes you think these things?
It’s true. They don’t care about me.
They do! What the heck are you talking about? Where did this come from?
From the truth.
Shut up!!!
As his mind picked up pace, so did his fingers, followed by his pulse. Another SPLANKER done. He picked up the shrunken ITSY-BITSY and started to repair the engine that had been slightly ruined.
It’s true! Really. You are in here, alone in your room, and they are all in the living room.
They’re giving me privacy.
They don’t want you.
“Shut up!” Hoagie screamed aloud, all of a sudden surprised at himself. What was provoking this kind of thinking? What suddenly made him think that they didn’t like him? Of course they liked him. Numbuh 1 and 4 were his best friends, Numbuh 3 and him had Bradley, and he knew that Numbuh 5 just pretended to be constantly annoyed. They loved him. Of course.
Okay, so who would your leader kick out of the sector? You, or Numbuh 5? His pessimistic side argued, somehow sounding mocking even though it was silent.
You know that there would never be a choice like that. You know that Numbuh 1 loves us all.
Hoagie questioned himself: Who the heck was “you”? He was thinking to himself. Did this mean that he was crazy? Had he lost his mind entirely?
Nah.
He was just letting out some pessimism after years of being an optimist. He would be back to normal in a second. Calm down, Hoagie. Take it easy.
He didn’t think at all for the nest minute; at least, he tried not to. He ended up just thinking about not thinking.
A knock at his door came softly, and a bald boy with a blood red sweatshirt walked in slowly. “Numbuh 2? Did… did you repair everything?”
Hoagie looked at the pile by his feet. It was huge. How much had he done?
The concentration slowly wore off his face as he looked back at Nigel, and he slowly became himself again. His voice sounded completely normal when he said, “Yeah… I guess I got caught up in the moment or something.”
Numbuh 1 shrugged, and entered the room further. “We have a mission.” Dryly.
“Hm.”
Pause.
“It’s urgent, Numbuh 2.”
Finally, Hoagie got the picture. “Oh… oh, sorry. I’ll be there in a sec.”
“Okay. Hurry up, will you?”
See? Why don’t you just leave! Go there. Leave here, and go there. Where ever ‘there’ is.
The best ‘there’ ever is here!
…What?
Forget it! I hope you die and leave me alone.
“Sure, Numbuh 1. Be there in a half-sec.”
An undiagnosed emotion flashed in Nigel’s eye, and he left. Hoagie sat there in his room alone. Of course they loved him. He was always going to be loved, no matter what.
When he walked into the living room, nobody was there. Did they leave without him?
He sighed deeply, and sat down on the couch. It was then that he noticed the banner hanging across the walls. It read: “Thank U 2 The Best 2x4 Technalogest Evuh!!”.
His eyes locked onto the banner, and his mind happily beat his pessimistic side to a pulp. And as the four kids he knew so well jumped out from behind the table and screamed the word surprise at him.
And I find myself ‘here’.