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[AngelInWaiting]

Coon's got skills : P

[DRdoctorlady]

Oh yes.
Currently I'm ashamed of the quality of writing and some of the cheesy dialogues and terrible inflections on Jarrahs part. Hopefully it gets better soon, but only writing more will tell ^-^
I'm writing more tomorrow seeing as I'm punked out from doing last minute homework before school starts up again.

[AngelInWaiting]

A lot of experienced writiers say the first draft is supposed to be far from perfect : )

Ugh, NOT excited about going back to school Monday. D:

[Simple Scandal]

Great Story! I just found it and read it all in about... 45 minutes? It is amazingly well written, especially compared to some of the stuff I have read recently. I can't wait for the next part!

[DRdoctorlady]

XD thanks everybodeh. I am sorry I have failed to adhere to what I said before about doing more, but some... issues.... arived. ANYWHOSADOODLE! Once I get my laptop up and working, many more chapters shall be added. So...
Just curious, who is YOUR favorite character?

[AngelInWaiting]

Hm... Rosethorn is intriguing to me, Flyby's a sweetheart, Coon is hilarious, I'd most likely be Laurel if I was any of them, but Jarrah has an awesome personality. Hard to choose xD

[Simple Scandal]

I like Coon and Dagger.
Coon reminds me of me xD and I like how Dagger knows when to be serious but also knows how to have fun.

[Ser'reth]

Dagger and Jarrah for me :3

[DRdoctorlady]

^-^ Why thank you. I've got some good insight here. Personally, my favorites would be Dagger and Coon for dialogue, Grass & Ice for background (which is rather cool ^-^), and... can't reallly think of another catagory.
Anywho, I'm going to add some more stuff, see how far I can get.

Chapter 1g
------->Continuation

With a screech of tires, I peeled out of the parking lot, Coon screaming hysterically. I ignored him and focused on the road, trying to get a feel for driving. Obviously, since I'm only 12, I've never had the chance to really drive a car. But there's a good chance I'm not going to get pulled over for underage driving.
I slowed down after turning a few corners, hoping that those crazy guys weren't around somewhere. I noticed Coon hyperventillating next to me and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't that bad of a driver. We were alive weren't we? I glanced at the gas dial and winced. It wasn't working. So I could be out of gas or driving on a full tank. I wheeled the car around another corner and slowed down to a more reasonable speed of 40 miles, hearing the roar of the car in the dead city. It echoed around and came back, and I stopped. This used to be a thriving place, with people and children and dogs that don't try to eat you and food and police and noise and stoners stumbling around and... It's gone.
Coon's pained groan started me up again and I stamped on the gas again, ready to go.
* * *
"Okay, house is right ahead," I said, the car spent of gas. I threw open the driver's door, ran to the other side, and helped Coon out, my backpack on one shoulder, the other trying to support him. Coon didn't respond, just looked at the floor. I grunted and started pulling him forward. We quickly broke out of the underbrush and reached the back end of the house, near where the old hippie van was stuck in the grass. Pulling Coon forward again, I staggered into the clearing. Laurels was outside, reading a book, and Break was staring at his hands, reclining against the rusted metal sheet outside the house. He was probably on his time off. He never really did anything in his time off, unless Coon pulled him off his feet and made him play with him. Sometimes I worry that Break's wrong in the head.
Of course, the first one to notice us crashing out of the woods was Break. He snapped his head up quickly a second after I saw him, and quickly looked back at his hands. He started fumbling with the leg of his pants.
"Laurels... Jarrah and Coon are back," He said blankly. He was definitely in one of his moods. Sometimes he seemed to have no mindset or emotion, and his voice had no inflections. Others he was just a scared young boy. He shivered and looked away.
"Coon is bleeding," He said, and leapt up and ran to the fields. Laurels immediatley put down her book and came up to Coon, all business. I stood watching as she took Coon from me.
"What happened to him?" She asked, lugging him inside. I followed a few steps behind.
"Bullet wound. I think some fragments are still lodged inside," I said quickly. She scowled.
"How- You know, I don't care. Get me some clean water and the tweezers. Oh," She lay Coon down on a bench. "and once you do so, get Rose. Quickly too," Laurels said confidently, ripping off the bandage I had made and scurrying across the room to get the wall mounted first aid kit. I nodded and ran around the room, first to the cooler, next to our pile of random tools and thrust the bottle of water and the tweezer to her. She quickly began to clean the wound, having examined the wound, and I ran out again, Coon having begun to screech.
After Laurels done, I'd have to tell everyone else. This will be fun.
* * *
"What do you mean, Coon was shot?" Ice growled, stabbing a knife into the floor. We were in the loft, snuggled up in the hay. If you haven't guessed by now, our house was like it was originally a barn, but someone tried to convert it into a house, then back into a barn-house-thing. There was still a hitching post and a hay-loft, for example, but a space where stalls would've been had been converted into a kitchen. There were also five bunk beds attached to the wall, where the ladder up to the loft was situated.
I scowled. "Coon was shot. By an adult." Everyone who needed to hear the information first was here. Grasswhistle, Rosethorn, Ice, Dagger, and me. Okay, that's half the group, but Badger would probably not take the news kindly, Break would either not care or freak out, not entirely sure what Laurels would do, Coon already knew, and Flyby wasn't likely to do anything about it. So we had our group. There was Grasswhistle to suggest some idea, Rosethorn to build on it, Ice to bring it back down to earth, Dagger to argue about it just for the sake of debate, and me to keep everyone from slitting each others throats by calling the "I own this house" move that usually doesn't work anymore. Anyway.
It got very quiet when I said that. I looked up and saw that Ice was glaring at me.
"Liar," Dagger said. I glared at him.
((I have to stop right now cuz my parents are yowling at me to go to bed even though its only 9.... Eh, I'll continue someday else, most likely tomorrow))

[DRdoctorlady]

shoot, looking back over the section I added I realize its a big pile of crap rolled in some mud. Oh well. I'll hopefully write more later today or tomorrow.