Willy Wonka aand the Chocolate Factory

"A little nonsense now and then is practiced by the wisest men." -Wonka

Lullaby

This is that song i told you about! It's so pretty...emworhaxl,rwjuicl nvtherianl... Sorry! fell asleep on the keyboard!

Story: Albino (temporary title) ch. 4 Tech by Kelsie

Tech

Shiro trudged through the snow into
the dump, with Acorn not too far behind him. Despite the darkness of the late
night hours, Shiro made his way perfectly to a large fridge lying uselessly in
a heap of broken wood. Propping his bike against an old scratching post, Shiro
leaned forward and pulled up the door of the fridge. The monster of a cooling device had had its'
back torn out, and was now posted as a disguise for the opening to their
hideaway.
Acorn, coming up behind Shiro,
whistled a shrill birdcall into the hole, and leaned her ear to hear a reply.
With a muffled thump, a light turned on below them and a ladder was forced into
the opening. Small hands reached up and took the bike from Shiro, and their
owner ran excitedly around the two teens on the ladder until they reached the
floor.
A rather energetic six year old, who
had propped up the ladder for them, bounced up and down on his heels as Shiro
came forward and ruffled his uncombed brown hair. Dressed in a long sleeved red
sweatshirt and a pair of hand-me-down jeans, the boy was as constantly hyper as
his nickname suggested. They called him Rocket.
"I keep trying to figure out
how you get that ladder in the air, Rocket." Shiro commented fondly.
"Have you been good today?" Shiro absently pulled off his cloak and hung
it on a dilapidated hat stand by the wall. Rocket raced around the room,
talking so fast that Shiro had a tough time figuring out what he was saying.
Maybe something about flying? He left Acorn in Rocket's clutches and escaped
through a door.
As Shiro made his way down the
quiet, seemingly deserted hallway, he began to think again about the girl in
the snow, wondered if she was an orphan like them, if she had parents, or
siblings. The only siblings here were Acorn and-
"Where are you going Shiro?
Your room is down the other hallway!" Samuel said. The small teen was
standing in the doorway of his room, looking frail in the strobe lights coming
from behind him. His left arm hung uselessly by his side.
"Still up Tech?" Shiro
said as he dragged his attention away from Samuel's arm. "You should get
some sleep..." Shiro already knew the boy would be up all night. He always
was. The kid spent all night on his
computer, surfing the web and finding deals for Shiro to check out.
"Too busy." Samuel sighed.
"I'm waiting for the next orders to come in, looking for new ones, and
trying to learn Japanese." Samuel scratched his useless arm and glanced
anxiously at the glow coming from his doorway. "I need to get back to
work. How 'bout you go to sleep yourself, you look queasy. 'Night." The
boy returned to his cave, slamming the door behind him.
The noise echoed down the corridor,
and mixed with the thumps of Shiro's shoes as he turned towards the room he
shared with Cardinal. He rapped lightly on the door, before pulling the knob
outward and stepping in.
The room was a peculiar sight to be
honest, half clean and half messy, with two boats placed on either side. One of
the boats was stacked up on a tall mound of crates, with a ladder tossed carelessly
on the floor beside it. The hollowed out shell was completely engulfed in a
mess of pillows and blankets, and a freckled arm stuck out over the side.
Snoring issued from inside. Glow-in-the-dark stars were plastered to the
ceiling, and several model airplanes hang precariously over half of the room. Drawings
of gliders and airplanes littered the floor, and piles of laundry created an
obstacle course to the bed. A cluttered desk was propped up in the corner,
creaking ominously as Shiro tip-toed to his side of the room.
In direct contrast, Shiro's side was
neat and orderly, his boat-bed was neatly made, and his clothes were stacked cleanly
on his spotless desk. Shiro sat onto his bed, holding his head in his hands.
With a thump he collapsed into the cushions and pillows that made the boat a
suitable bed, rubbed his eyes and stared up at his blank side of the ceiling. He
closed his eyes, but sleep just wouldn't come. Across the room, his best friend
groaned and flopped onto his stomach, snoring loudly. Shiro pulled on a pair of
moth-eaten earmuffs and continued to stare moodily at the ceiling.
This had originally been Acorn's
room, when he had first took her in, on that night so long ago, but was passed
on to Shiro when she found a better one. Now she slept in a fabric and yarn
store a few rooms down, where she used the materials to make and patch up the
groups' clothes. For some strange reason, she enjoyed that. It was nearly
impossible to Navigate through her room and Shiro hardly new how she did it.
String and yarn strung from all the many hooks and notches, a literal
spider-web of fabric. She had apparently been infatuated with crafts since she
was little, or, that’s how Samuel described it anyway.
Samuel… Shiro rolled over. Samuel was Acorn’s little brother.
His arm was hurt in an accident, a car crash that killed their parents. He was
in bad shape that night, when Acorn found them, and they were certain that he
was dying. He drifted in and out of consciousness, mumbling incoherently in his
sleep. After nearly a week, he was growing weaker, pale as a sheet and barely
breathing. That was when Asa came. He stumbled into the dump and ran smack into
Shiro, but didn’t seem any more than a bit alarmed at his appearance. Asa knew
a bit more about taking care of sick people than they did, and soon Samuel was
looking much better. But his arm… well it wouldn’t work anymore. Asa thought
that maybe, it was something to do with his spine, but they were way too poor
for a hospital visit.
A month after Samuel’s recovery, they found the computer lab
a few doors down from the main storage room. Samuel claimed it as his room,
along with nearly all of the electronics inside. He taught himself to type with
one hand, and Shiro how to read; and soon the boy had gained himself a
nickname. Tech. The boy spent most of his time on the computer, looking for
trades on zMoat. Turns out a lot of people like vintage clothes and old bike
gear. Of course, most people request an address to send their money to, so
Shiro often made trips to disclosed areas to make the switch. Samuel made all
of the transactions. He kept accounts and bank notes, and organized the grocery
list. He didn’t get out much.
He seemed to be convinced he could still ride a bike. With
one arm. On busy streets. Of course the older kids had all refused, but he
often had tried to sneak out. That is until the argument.
Shiro pulled his pillow over his head as Cardinal’s snoring
reached a crescendo. It was hard for a person to hear himself think in there.
The fight was bad. Samuel had tried to sneak out with his
bike again, and was nearly hit by a car. When Shiro and Asa finally found him,
he was shaking on the side of the road. That night, Asa and Samuel were simply
talking, when war broke out. Samuel was on his feet, yelling that ‘just because
he was a cripple doesn’t mean he can’t do anything right’ and Asa was shouting,
face red and temper rising, ‘that after all he had done, Samuel still didn’t
trust him’ . It went on for several heated minutes before Asa suddenly yelled
out: “STOP BEING SUCH A BABY, MARIE!!!!!” Then there was silence. Asa went
paler than Shiro, and simply turned and walked out of the room. The next day he
apologized to Tech and said he could do as he wished, as long as he was
careful. But Samuel hadn’t tried to sneak out since.
Shiro
often wondered who Marie was, but no-one knew much about Asa’s past. Only that
he was studying medicine, and had no family. There were always shadows under
his eyes, and he didn’t sleep well. But he didn’t talk about his past. Not many
kids here did. Shiro’s eyes closed. Maybe he’d ask the girl about her past
tomorrow. Maybe she wouldn’t scream when she saw him. Maybe.

~K
~A
~H

Story: Albino (temporary title) ch. 3 The Park Bench by Kelsie

The Park
Bench
Shiro peddled furiously, letting the
world melt behind him as tears ran down his pale face. It wasn't fair, he thought, why
do I look like this?!? abruptly he stopped, taking in the scene behind him,
he was back at the park. By sheer memory, he guided himself along the paths,
finally making it to the place he thought he might have been coming to. He now
stood next to an old green bench, the paint barely showing through the
scratches and carvings. He sat down, the old bench creaking and sighing over
the sudden weight. As he sat there, memories flooded past him, filling his mind
with things he didn't necessarily want to remember. He gave into the memories,
and was dragged inside them.
It had been almost ten years ago,
before he had found his beloved home, when he was still a little boy of seven
living beside an old oak tree deep within the park, stealing scraps from the
trash cans for food. She had found him there, shivering alone by the very same
park bench, upset at the world for shutting him out from the kind and caring
love of a family. She had sat beside him on the bench, and comforted him with
words of love, the first words of that kind given to him since his mother had
died. She even gave him a small piece of bread that she was going to feed the
ducks with. Sitting there, he spilled out his story to the old woman, who
nodded and listened to all that he had to say. Sitting on the bench, tears now
rolling down his face, Shiro flinched as he remembered telling her how he hated
the world, and how he hated everyone who had ever been mean to him.
Then she told him something that
changed his life forever.
"You know," she said, "I used to feel the
same way. I was mad at the world for kicking me and my grandson out of our
house. But do you know why I don't hate them now?"Shiro frowned.
"Why?"
"Because I trust the Lord to do
what's right. Do you know the Lord- What's your name again?"
He looked at his feet.
"Freak." He muttered. The old woman gasped.
"Well we can't have that name,
now can we? Hmm… Let's see... Ah! I know! When I was visiting a friend in
Japan, I met a little boy named Shiro. That can be your new name! Do you like
that?" Shiro, grinned, then paused.
“All right, then who is the
Lord?"
"The Lord is the one who made
the earth, who made you, and who loves all of us, even the bad people"
"Even the bad people?"
"Especially the bad people. You
see, God loves all sinners..."
Right there in that park, the old woman had led him to Christ. Unknowingly
giving him the best joy he had ever had. The two of them later met, once a week
at the park. The woman always managed to bring a loaf of bread, or some water
with her, and often brought her little grandson with her. The little boy, Mark,
scarcely one year old, had taken to Shiro quickly; but it was still surprise
when the old woman, Shiro never learned her name; showed up at the bench and
set him down lightly next to Shiro.
There was a frantic look in her
eyes, as she kissed both of them lightly on the head. "Goodbye, my little
ones. Shiro, remember what I have taught you, and teach it to Mark when he
grows older." She then turned and ran, and as she did, her necklace charm,
a beautiful piece of amber, fell from its chain into the thick grass.
"Wait!" Shiro had
squeaked, "Where are you going??" He stood up to follow her, but she had
already disappeared into the night. Shiro bent down and picked up the amber,
already guessing that the woman would not be returning. Tears ran down his
face, past and present, as he sat back down beside Mark on the bench.
They stayed by that bench for three
days, all day Shiro and Mark would sit, looking for the kind elderly figure to
come climbing up the hill, but she never came. Soon they ran out of food and
had to move on. Shiro found an old, out-dated toy wagon, with a bad paint job
and rusty, squeaky wheels that provided a way for him to take little Mark with
him. Together they roamed, scavenging for food, and living in alley ways.
Nearly a month later, Shiro pulled the wagon
into an old, abandoned, dump, and began digging around for something to eat.
Suddenly, his fingers met hard concrete, and he pulled back his hand in pain.
Puzzled, Shiro began to push the slightly molded garbage away from the
concrete, and was surprised to find a circular escape hatch imbedded in the
ground. The letters on it were faded and dirty, but Shiro managed to read, 'turn
handle and pull to open,' written around the metal casing. Shiro braced himself
and grabbed the handle, and with all his might, turned it. Gasping for breath,
Shiro pushed the grate sideways, revealing a dark hole in the ground.
Shiro breathed in the air from the vents, and
was surprised to find that the air was clean and cool. He reached back and
grabbed a stone. Holding it over the hole, Shiro prayed to God with all his
heart that it would land on dry ground, that it wasn't too far down. About five
seconds after he dropped it, Shiro heard a solid "clank"
Grinning like an idiot, Shiro
grabbed an old rope, fished the batteries out of a stuffed pig and popped them
into a flashlight. To his half surprise half relief, the flashlight turned on
with a dull glare that made him jump for joy. Turning to Mark, he plopped him
down in an old doll crib, and left the gurgling toddler to his own devices
while he checked out the hole.
Shiro secured a rope around a large
bench and shined his light into the gap. He was surprised to find that the hole
led into a large room, which appeared to be some sort of storage place. As he
lowered himself down, his foot bumped into an overhanging light, whose bulb
turned just slightly enough so that it clicked into place. Shiro turned his
body on the rope, swaying hazardously over the floor, which was but a few feet
below him.
The walls were lined with rows of
goods, all kinds of bike parts. Shiro tested the floor carefully, before
letting go of the rope, and stepping onto the cold tile. His bare feet made a
slapping noise as ran over to a large box on one of the shelves. As he ran his
hands over it, Dust flew off and he saw that
the box said the words: light bulbs, but since he didn't trust words, the young boy
decidedly ripped open the package. In it he found enough light bulbs to light
this room for years. In another box he found a dozen or so electrical blankets.
But Shiro soon noticed that this wasn't the only room in this underground
building. Shiro saw a small door on the far side of the room, and cautiously
opened it.
Instead of dirt packed up to the
ceiling, Shiro found that he was in what looked from what he could see from his
flashlight, like a small bike store. Shiro was thrilled. He had found a place
where he and Mark could live. Suddenly Shiro paused, Mark! He thought. I should go
get him. As Shiro climbed up the rope, he was suddenly aware of voices from
above. He stopped half-way up, and tried to hear what they were saying. The
voices stopped and there were the sounds of a baby crying. Mark!
Shiro shot out of the hole, his eyes
blazing with anger.
"Leave him alone you-"
Shiro broke off with a look of disbelief on his face. Standing by the doll crib
was a young girl who looked tall enough to be eight or nine, but was very
skinny, and looked like she had been crying. Her face and arms were covered in
scratches and cuts. She held what looked like a large bundle in her arms. The kids
stared at each other for a moment, then the girl looked up at the sky.
"Umm... my brother is hurt...
do you have any blankets?" The girl asked cautiously, gripping the bundle
in her hands. She was dressed in a thin shirt and pants, while the bundle,
which Shiro guessed was her brother, seemed to be wrapped in a ragged blanket.
A crackling of dead leaves brought Shiro
out of his memories. He whipped around and saw a teenage girl standing beside
him. She was wrapped in a small brown poncho, with matching hat and gloves. Her
brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"Oh. Hi Acorn." Shiro
sighed, relaxing as she sat beside him on the bench.
"Are
you ok Shiro?"She looked worried. "Why are you sitting out here in
the cold?" Shiro sighed and closed his eyes.
"I found a new girl today...
She was nearly frozen solid by the gate... I-I forgot to tell Asa to brief
her... she screamed." Shiro choked on his words. Acorn gasped. She put an
arm around Shiro. He stiffened, but he didn't push it away.
"She’ll get used to you-"
"And then what? If any one sees
me they think I am a ghost..."
"Appearances don't matter
Shiro!" Shiro was silent. Staring out across the park, he suddenly stood
up.
"We should get back. The others
will start to worry." Acorn sighed. Once again, Shiro's feelings had
vanished, leaving Shiro the leader standing determinedly before her.
Trudging back through the snow to
find her bike, Acorn thought over what she had just seen.




~K
~A
~H

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~Random posting!~

Orange -by Kelsie

please note this is from a story I have not started writing yet. Marie is rich, Flyn is a master theif


~Orange~
-A Side
Story-

“Flyyyyyyyynnnn!!!”
Marie yelled, leaning over her sleeping friend. “It’s time to wake up!! We’re
going to the store today. You said!!!!” Flyn groaned in his sleep and tried in
vain to escape her grasp. She shook him like a puppy. “GET UUUUPP!!!!”
“UGH!” Marie
leapt of the bed as he swiped at her, landing on the floor with a thud. Flyn
rolled his eyes and covered his head with a fluffy blue pillow. Marie swiped
the blanket off of him. With a loud moan, Flyn pulled himself into a sitting
position, rubbing a hand through his ginger hair. Marie laughed.
“Not a
morning person, eh?” He glared and rubbed his eyes. “Come on already Flyn! You
promised you’d take me! There aren’t any decent stores in our neighborhood, and
I ran out of soap!”
“Ah Marie,
can’t you go by yourself?” Flyn sighed, shoving his black cap on his head.
“You know
I’d get lost! I can’t walk next door without you!”
Flyn raised
an eyebrow. Marie turned pink.
“That’s not
what I meant and you know it! What I meant
was I don’t have a good sense of direction. Now GET UP AND TAKE ME TO THE
STORE!” Flyn sat up, unfazed and only stared at her in reply. She grabbed his
hand and hoisted him across the room. Stumbling, Flyn gave in and started
pouting.

Five minutes
later Flyn had successively escorted Marie to the local supermarket and was
silently following her through the boxed foods aisle.
“I thought
you needed soap.”
Marie glared
and shook her head sadly.
“You poor,
poor boy. Can’t you just enjoy shopping?” She picked up a box of macaroni, read
the labels, and put it back. “It is necessary for me to browse when I shop, or
I’ll get irritable.” Flyn rolled his eyes while they turned a corner into the
produce section. Suddenly he darted
forward, knocking Marie to the ground in his haste.
“Ow, Flyn!!
That hurt! What’s your problem?” Marie brushed herself off and bristled at the
sight before her. “YOU KNOCKED ME OVER TO GAZE AT A BOX OF ORANGES?!?!?!?” Flyn
flinched and pulled the oranges close to his chest.
“They’re
mine! MINE!! You can’t have them!”
Flyn practically hissed at her. “MY ORANGES!” Marie raised her hands in
surrender and backed up a bit.
“All right,
All right, calm down Flyn. Now, are you going to pay for those?” Flyn shot
daggers and shoved his hands into his pockets. He came up with nothing. He
scowled.
“Fine… could
you buy them?” The teen grimaced.
“Hmm. Let me
think, how much do you want those oranges Flyn? Enough to take me anywhere I
wish for a week?” Marie smirked. Flyn let out a string of words in a language
she didn’t know, then sighed and nodded. Grinning, Marie danced over to the
register, and paid for her items. Noting the way Flyn was staring lovingly at
his oranges, Marie made a mental note to have him take her to a salon tomorrow.
She wanted to get some orange scented shampoo.
.

Story: Albino (temporary title) ch. 2 Asa's patient by Kelsie

Asa's
Patient
Shiro was waiting outside the door,
pacing softly in his worn black shoes. Asa could hear him through the thick
wooden door, his cape rustling every time he turned. The girl he had brought in
was in bed, nearly buried in a pile of blankets with a green knit hat firmly shoved
on her head. Asa guessed that she was about thirteen, and since she had warmed
up quite a bit, he saw that she came from an African background.
Asa was sitting at his desk, taking
notes in his medicinal journal. His raven black hair abruptly fell in front of
his eyes, blocking his journal from his view. Pushing it back with an irritated
sigh, Asa got up to check on his patient. He brushed her dark brown hair out of
her eyes, and put a pale hand on her forehead.
"Not freezing anymore
huh?" He asked himself, "That’s good." Asa sat down in a chair
next to the girl's bed. He placed his hand on the girl's arm. "Time to
wake up" he said, gently shaking her. The girl stirred, and her chocolate
brown eyes blinked open.
"W-what?" She stammered.
"W-where a-am I?" Asa turned to the door.
"Shiro." He called softly,
"She's awake." The door clicked, and Shiro peered in. Clearing his
throat, he stepped cautiously into the room, getting ready to speak. The girl
began to scream, obviously frightened by the ghastly appearance of the teen.
Shiro winced as Asa attempted to calm his patient down. With a mixed look of
grief, regret, and hurt, Shiro fled from the room.
He pushed past Cardinal in the
hallway, muttering that he was going for a ride. As their entire group had
bikes, this was nothing out of the ordinary, but Cardinal was left standing in
the passage, shocked to the core. Was it just him, or were there tears in
Shiro's eyes?
Back in the patient's room, Asa was
sitting in the chair by her bed. He was holding a small steaming mug, and he
presently handed it to her. She took it, and with some surprise, found that it
was a sweet and warming hot chocolate.
"That wasn't very nice you
know, he really tries to be normal." Asa started, laying another blanket
on top of her. "Are you warm?"
"Yes, thank you," she
replied, as Asa walked over to his desk, "but what do you mean by 'that
wasn't very nice?'" Asa looked over the top of his faded green notebook,
his piercing cerulean eyes gazing into hers across the room.
"I mean," He repeated,
"that it was not very kind of you to do that to poor Shiro."
"Who is Shiro?" Asa put
down his notebook.
"Our leader, and the guy you
probably scared half to death!" The girl sat up abruptly.
"Scared him?!? Why, I should
think he scared me more!" She cried. Suddenly she fell back, grimacing in
pain. Asa rushed over, alarmed,
"My dear girl- what was your
name again? Anyway, you're still very worn out, so please stay still!" She
lay back down, sipping her chocolate. She still looked very curious though, and
soon resumed asking questions.
"My name is Layla. What do you mean by 'group'? And where am I?"
Asa sighed, looking down at his feet.
"Where are your parents?"
"My parents?!?" Layla
exploded. "Why aren't you answering my questions?" suddenly she
calmed down. "...But why do you ask?" Asa continued to look at his
feet. "Well?" she didn't like the look on his face, one of anger and
pain, and the air seemed full of sorrow.
"This place is where we live, a
gang of misfit orphans who Shiro lovingly took in. We're nobodies... and nobody
takes care of us... except Shiro. All of our families are gone." Asa's
eyes began to tear up, but quick as a flash, he stood and walked over to a
cabinet, pulling out an extra blanket. "I will answer more questions tomorrow.
It's late, go to sleep." With that, he turned off the light, sat down on a
couch across the room, and pulled the blanket over him.
"Um...goodnight?"


~K
~A
~H

Story: Albino (temporary title) ch. 1 The girl in the snow by Kelsie

I hope you like it!!!!~




A shadow sat
on the rooftop of a Michigan mall, nearly invisible in the pitch black night.
Underneath a thick black cloak, a teenage boy whose attitude and size revealed
him to be an older teen, smiled silently to himself as the first snow of winter
fell lightly around him. A smaller figure appeared beside him, barely making a
noise as he crouched down.
"Shh!” the teen whispered.
"He'll be here soon." The other boy pulled off the hood that had previously
covered his face, revealing a gangly, freckle-faced, teen of around fourteen.
"Shiro?" the younger teen
whispered. "I-"
"Don’t say my name in public; it’s
too risky." Shiro snapped through the crisp air. "If you must call me
something, call me Shadow." Shiro pulled himself to his feet, and without
a noise, walked into the middle of the roof, before crouching down again.
The gangly teen rolled his eyes and
was about to say something to Shiro, when the roof-access door snapped open,
and a tall man in a suit climbed wearily out onto the roof, shutting the door
behind him.
Shiro nodded to his companion, and
stepped lightly towards the man, his hood covering his face. From the man's
perspective, he was alone on the roof. Suddenly, Shiro whipped off his cloak,
revealing his pale skin and hair, as white as the long sleeve shirt he wore.
The man in the suit gasped, a look of both horror and fear on his face, for the
teen had appeared out of nowhere it seemed.
"G-Ghost!" the man
stuttered, taking a step back. Shiro stepped forward.
"I am as you see me."
Shiro sighed. "Did you bring the money?" The teen near Shiro threw a
bag to him, and Shiro caught it with a clanking noise, not even looking from
where it came from.
"H-h-how?" the man gasped.
"The money sir?" Shiro
asked. The man shook himself, and pulled a small bag out of his pocket. It
clinked and clanged as he held it out. Shiro stepped forward, taking the bag of
money from the man's hand, dropping the other bag at his feet. "Thank you
sir." he said curtly, looking up into the man's face.
The man screamed and fell backwards.
The boy’s eyes were red.
But the man had no time to ask
questions, for the teen in front of him stepped back, once, twice, and promptly
stepped off the roof of the building.

Across the city, a young girl, with
only a thin coat to protect her from the now thickly falling snow, shivered as
she tried to find a place to stay. She caught her foot on a hidden rock, and
fell to the ground, too tired to get back up.

As Shiro fell, he pulled his arms
in, trying not to think of the inevitable fate before him. A red blur cut
through the air towards the falling teen, maneuvering easily between tall
buildings as it raced forward. Suddenly, as he neared the ground, Shiro whipped
out his arms. Red-gloved hands grabbed them, and with a sudden jolt, he was
lifted into the air.
With excellent form, Shiro pulled
himself up onto the glider next to the gangly youth, who had tied his cloak
around his waist. Red locks of wispy hair were blown into his face as the two
of them sped through the sky. The teen glared venomously through bright green
eyes at Shiro, who returned the look with a confident grin.
"It was too much of a risk
Shiro," The teen started.
"Shadow, Shadow, Shadow!"
Shiro said angrily, "Why can't you remember that? The others do!"
"Fine!" the teen retorted.
"Shadow. It was still too much
of a risk! What if I hadn't caught you? What if you slipped through my hands?
What if-"
"Cardinal!" Shiro interrupted, "You did catch me, and you did great, but
since I left my bike in the park, I must ask you to bring the money home. See
you there!" Having said this, Shiro tied the bag of money onto the bar of
the glider, and spreading out his cloak like a parachute, let go of the bar.
"Shiro!" Came a loud cry
from above, followed by a growl of frustration. Shiro chuckled softly before
landing bumpily in a rather prickly bush on park territory.
After locating his bike parked
behind a tall, leafy tree, Shiro rode swiftly for miles, passing rows of
houses, fields, and farms, before finally making it to the gates of a large,
abandoned dump, which had collected tons of trash, and had lost its horrid
stench. He went to unlock the gate, but hit his foot on a snowdrift nearby.
"Ouch!" he cried, then
paused. There was nothing there yesterday. Shiro bent down and began to dig through the snow, and
nearly screamed. There was a girl buried in the snow! Her skin, originally a
chocolate brown, was beginning to turn a light blue. Poor girl. Shiro thought. He knelt down and took her hand. He
jumped. A pulse beet steadily in his hand, and she was breathing, despite how
faint. She's alive! Shiro thought amazed. But she won't be for long if I don’t get her warm. Shiro picked her
up and put her on his bike, rolling it through the dumps' gateway. Asa will know what to do.

GET ON HERE!

We are going to use this thing, darn it. I swear lol. I will troll you all until you die if you don't start getting back on here. I am going to do better too! Plus, i also am going to continue my Spirited away thingy. So come back to me. Please. I will cry. Get on here. What a waste of blog. BUT NOT ANYMORE! Right...? RIGHT?!