Becoming whole again

[06]

That doesn't seem like 28's typing.

[28]

(Actually, Numbuh 16, it was my brother playing.....I like chess too, though. And I can beat 'im....hehehe....)

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE MY TYPING?

It's hard to type on flora's computer, because her keys are all......different from mine.

[06]

Unless you were hyper...

Which is highly probable...

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FINISH THE STORY SO I CAN MAKE AN EPISODE ABOUT IT!!!!

[numbuh16]

YAY!! story-finish time?

[28]

(OMG! YES!)

And now I'm typing on my mom's computer, and her font is way too big!!!! So it's like everything is being screamed at me....

"HEY YOU!!!!! ABOUT THIS BOARD! FANFICTION DRAFTS! FORUM JUMP! READ IT! READ IT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I laughed so hard while I typed that sentence.......lol.

Alright....here's a chapter 2. BUT THIS IS CLASSIFIED AS AN ALTERNATE ENDING, MIND YOU!

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Nigel sat beside his bed, still looking at Eleonora's shining face, sparkling with life. She seemed to dry his tears with her smile. He shut his eyes, his mouth wavering. He could hardly believe he had forgotten such a beautiful smile. The doorbell rang. 'Great.' Nigel thought. 'The guys are home, and they'll find me crying over some old photographs. Just...great.' Nigel didn't even want to answer the door. He just wanted to be alone with Eleonora. He expected the team to impatiently ring the doorbell again and again. But nobody did. They just waited. This wasn't like the team at all. 'Maybe it's someone else...it doesn't matter anyway....the only person I want to see right now is Eleonora.' 'Maybe it is Eleonora.' Nigel jumped. For a second, it was like he had a second mind. Like something INSIDE HIS HEAD was talking to him. That was impossible, though....there was no one that could......wait....

FFFFFFLLLLLLLAAAAASSSSSHHHHHBBBBBAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cataur- OOH! OOH! A FLASHBACK!

"Alright, but I'm going to win!" A nine year old Nigel said to Eleonora, who was the same age. Eleonora had beaten him at all the games that day; go fish, chess (she was very good at chess,) old maid, even tic-tac-toe. She wasn't lucky....she was CHEATING. It was like Eleonora knew what he was going to do at any given time. "Nigel, if I could make a suggestion, maybe you should call off our rule." "Which one?" Nigel asked to Eleonora. "Well...the one stating that we can use any means necessary to win." Nigel smirked. "So you admit it! You were cheating!" "I WOULD NEVER!" Eleonora said, insulted. She had always been very polite, and felt hurt when people called her rude or disrespectful. "How else can you be winning all these games?" Nigel said, angry. "Well.....hmm.....how...how do I put this.....Nigel, I'll tell you a secret...." Eleonora's voice dropped to a whisper. "I've been reading your mind." Nigel started laughing at Eleonora statement. The Brit flushed and looked extremely angry with Nigel. "Would you mind telling me what's so terribly funny?" "Well, you can't possibly be.....you know....phsycic!" Nigel said. Eleonora looked almost on the verge of tears, but she merely shut her eyes tightly and opened them again, something she usually did to contain her anger. "Well, fine, Nigel. If you don't believe me, we won't call the rule off. Come along, we've got to play for the champion of London, don't we?"

Everything faded away. Nigel had never publicly admited it, but he secretly believed that Eleonora really COULD read his mind. Ever since that day, he knew she had power. Could Eleonora's power really reach that far? Could she speak in his mind? Nigel felt an urge to open the door. 'If I open the door, and it isn't Eleonora.....whoever it is'll see me crying like this. But on the other hand....I have to look!" NIgel ran downstairs and slowly opened the door.

No one was there.

Nigel felt a strong urge to cry. He took off his sunglasses and threw them at the ground. He heard a sound as they hit the floor. He looked down to see a peice of parchment, covered in beautiful, neat handwriting. He picked it up and studied it carefully. It read....

Dearest Nigel,
Ever since we went our seperate ways, my life has been somewhat empty. I cannot stop thinking about you, and I cannot stop sighing whenever I hear your beautiful name. I can almost compare our lives to that of Romeo and Juliet, and I can almost picture Mr. Shakepeare writing his superlative play in our honour. Our families were against each other, but we managed to pull through. And then, when it seemed everything was in its place, the entire thing unfolded and it ended tradgically.

My wonderful Nigel, whenever the clouds form, your face is alight with joy amongst them. And whenever the wind whispers through the trees, your name is on its wings. Birds and butterflies carry memories of our love, and flowers beautify their petals with our trust in each other.

I can only summarize this letter with words that have been said only too many times. Although these wrods are simple, they are the hardest in the English language, or, in fact, any language. Although these words are beautiful, they can hurt in ways no one can imagine. All though they are so few, they say so much. I will give you all of this, Nigel, in three words. My precious, beloved Nigel.....

I love you.


Nigel heard these last three words so clearly in his head it was as if Eleonora was standing right behind him. He turned around. Maybe.......nothing but the wood on his wall. Nigel held the letter to his chest and smiled wider than he ever had before. 'That was the most beautiful thing I've ever read......' NIgel thought as a tear ran down his cheek. He went upstairs to read it again. When he walked in, he saw something that would change his life forever.

"CRACKERS!"

A first aid kit slammed into his face. After this happened, all he heard was constant choruses of 'crackers.' His face was somewhat like this. -_-;;; Then he heard a masculine voice say, "Mary-Ann, that thing's supposed to be for REDUCING injury, not causing it." He heard a giggle that sounded like it came from an angel, followed by a sigh that was gruff and cruel. But none of these noises stood out more than a laugh. Not just any laugh. A laugh that was framiliar.......a laugh that was happy and intelligent. A laugh.....coming from Eleonora....

He looked up, and saw those shining eyes looking at him. Those beautiufl green eyes sweeping away all of his troubles, all his pain. The eyes that had touched him forever.....the girl that loved him. And Nigel said, right then and there, in front of his old team....

"I love you, Eleonora."
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Well, I didn't plan on having Elenonora actually APPEAR, but I did. And the whole team too!

The letter was fun to write, it really let me be creative and use like ALL my vocabulary. (Naw, I've got a bigger vocabulary than that...)

So......what do ya think?

[06]

MY GAWD I'VE FALLEN OVER FROM IT'S AWESOMENESS!

[caoimhechan]

THAT WAS AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!
Wooo!!!!
It was so sweet...I felt like crying!!!! *hugs random stuffed animal*
I loved when 27 slammed her first aid kit into Nigels face! XD
That was brilliant!
Anyway, that was really, really, REALLY beautiful.
*runs off to cry*

[06]

I'M STILL ON THE FLOOR!

[flora]

YAY finally u did it!
THAT LETTER WAS SOOOO ROMANTIC!
it reminds me of the dream i had 2 nights ago...
*sigh*

[28]

Lol I LOVE writing romantic letters..........

But then, I'm a girl. It's natural for me, I guess........1/28 is just SOOOOO kawaii!

[flora]

*in dream world*
*sigh*

[numbuh16]

*sniff* that was so beautiful... I WUVED IT!

[06]

SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME UP!!!!

[caoimhechan]

*sob* H-h-here....
*offers hand*
It was...so ah-a-amazing....
*falls over in a puddle of tears*

[06]

Ummm...yeah. That didn't help in any way...