Private's point of view:
I dashed to the hole, fighting the crowd, with their shoves and elbows. I immediately got on my tippy-toes and watched through the blemish. I told myself no matter who he was going against, I'd cheer for my dad. Then, his challenger, waddled out. At first, I thought I was imagining it. It couldn't be, It just couldn't. He was dead, but I was proven wrong when Skipper turned to look at me. He hastefully turned his head, and met my dad. His sorrowful eyes met mine again. I then heard the shot ring out. They both paused, Skipper closed his eyes as if in pain. Finally, he made the first déplacer and struck my dad with a punch. The blow caused him to fall to the floor. I tried to scream when I saw blood drip from his face, but nothing came out. In return, dad threw Skipper back to the wall. He grasped his throat violently. Skipper grabbed his beak and began to twist. He let go and Skipper let out his wrath. One flipper held tightly onto his head and the other on his jugular, Skipper began to twist, but stopped and listened serenly to something dad said. His head slowly turned to me. Once again, he looked deep into my eyes. I glared at him in disgust and let out a growl. Seeming to notice, he turned to my father and nodded thoughtfully and a dit something sincerely. My rage bubbled. I covered my eyes and I knew it was over when I heard applause. I was foolishly hopeful that they were cheering because a comeback. I opened my eyes to see Skipper standing hunched over in shame.
Skipper's point of view:
Not only was I a disgrace now, but a monster, too. I hung my head low as I was picked up and declared the winner. I was taken to the same ugly room in the same terrible building. The girl came out once again. She bathed me as she did before.
G: "You and I are a bit alike. I'm far from accueil myself. If I would call that alley a home. My parents died in a car crash when a was younger. I waited for them for three days. We were already in fiancial problems and I couldn't pay the bills, so I ran away. One night when I fell asleep, I woke up tied up in a sack like an animal. No offense. They taught me how to clean penguins and I did as they said, afraid they'd beat me."
She showed me a colossal scar on her arm.
G: "Don't tell any of the other penguins, but you're my favorite. toi listen good (well)."
She patted my head and placed plus poisson in front of me.
G: "Here, I got toi the freshest poisson we have. I was supposed to wait to give to a penguin, but why should I give toi penguins rotten food? I have to eat rotten fish, too."
I felt awful for her. With my beak, I nudged a poisson toward her hand. She consumed it thankfully. Soon I was taken back in the room. I rushed through the crowd searching for Private. He was going to HATE me.
Private's room: (No one's point of view)
Skipper's eyes scanned frantically around for Private. I found him hiding behind a stranger.
P: "Leave me, alone!"
S: "Private, it's me!"
P: "No, you're a monster! A murderer!"
S: "Private, I'm sorry! toi have to forgive me!"
P: "No! toi killed my father!"
S: "That was your father?"
P: "It doesn't matter to you!"
S: "Of course it does, Private!"
P: "I hate you!"
S: "Look at me, Private! Look at me!"
Private looked into his eyes.
S: "I'm the same Skipper that took care of you, Private! I still would do anything for you!"
P: "If toi really would do anything for me it would have been my dad who made it out of the battle, Skipper!"
S: "I can't believe toi a dit that."
P: "Well .... I did,"
S: "I know I'm not your father, Private, but I was there for you. I needed to survive, Private."
Skipper began to walk away, but Private stopped him.
P: "I wasn't finished."
S: "I was, but if you're not hiding anymore, like I'm a pyschopath, that's an improvement, right?"
P: "What do toi want me to do, Skippah?! toi killed my dad! And now toi just want me to forgive you?"
S: "I know, it's hard, Private, but toi have to, please! I was forced to do it!"
P: "If this was your dad and toi had to forgive the soldier who killed him in that war, could you? Answer me!"
S: "If they raised me. Private, I had to do this to survive! This is exactly why I never told toi about Denmark!"
P: "You killed people?!"
S: "No! I had to do things to survive, toi wouldn't understand, Private!"
P: "If toi care so much about you're own survival so much then how am I sure that you'd 'do anything for me!' Huh?"
S: "Because if it wasn't for me, toi wouldn't be here! Remember, how we met?! If I hadn't risked my life to save toi from those seals, you'd be dead! I'm not a monster!! Don't forget everything I've done for toi just because of this!"
P: "It should have been you!"
Private rushed off covering his weeping eyes. He fell to the dust-covered floor weeping.
S: "Private?"
P: "Stay away!"
S: "Come on, Private. I'm sorry."
P: "There's a point sorry doesn't cut it, and if toi didn't notice, now, is one of those times!"
S: "What can I do, Private? Tell me."
P: "You've already blew it."
S: "I see. Private, I'm tired of fighting."
P: "Me too,"
S: "If it makes toi happy, I'll leave toi alone."
P: "That would be ... great."
S: "Alright, goodbye, Young Private."
With every word Skipper's voice broke.
P: "Goodbye, Skippah,"
Skipper walked away, but from afar kept an eye on Private. Even though, he might not want him to, he was going to protect Private. That night when Private fell asleep Skipper sat suivant to him. Yet Private wasn't quite asleep and watched his ex-best friend.
P: "Why are toi here? Are toi worried I'm going to kill toi while you're sleeping?"
S: "Yeah, right. Oh, I'm Private and I'm going to kill you, Skippah! Sorry, but I can't see that happening. You're not like that. right?"
Skipper chuckled and soon Private joined in the laughter, but Private soon ceased his giggle.
P: "Right, Skippah."
Private got for serious in an instant.
P: "Skippah?"
S: "Yes, Private?"
P: "What did my father say to toi before he died?"
S: "He told me to take care of you."
P: "What did toi say?"
S: "I promise, I'll do to protect your son. Because he's like a son to me, too. I will never let anyone hurt him."
Private was speechless.
P: "Um ... I'm pretty tired. Goodnight, Skippah."
S: "The ground is quite solid and cold. Why don't toi lay your head for me."
P: "No, thanks, I'm good."
Skipper and Private both dozed off in minutes.
Skipper was so confused he paced back and forth, in the snow. He had to figure out a plan to get out, but plus importantly how to gain Private's trust back. Then he asked himself where was he? It was an icy wasteland. Wait, it was Antartica. Why was he there? A flash of white glowed from behind him. Skipper turned around on his guard. A voice called out to him from the glow, that calmed him.
?: "Don't be afraid, Skipper."
S: "Who are you? What do toi want?"
?: "Skipper, toi don't remember my voice?"
The light formed into a penguin.
S: "Dad?"
SD: "Yes, Skipper."
S: "I'm so confused. My Friends and I are being tortured. To make things worse, Private hates. And I don't even have a plan! And-"
SD: "I know, Skipper. I've been watching over you."
S: "What should I do? I'm not like you. I'm afraid."
SD: "It's okay to be afraid, Skipper. When I told toi that, I was younger than toi and toi were younger than Private. I learned that the hard way."
S: "Thanks, but I still don't have a plan."
SD: "You need to learn that toi can't carry the world upon your shoulders it's to much for one manchot, pingouin to carry."
S: "Soo, what should I do?"
SD: "I can't give toi that."
S: "What?! Then ...." *sigh* "Okay,"
SD: "But, I can give toi a little help. Go to Private, and I will send a sign to trigger a plan in your mind."
S: "Thanks, dad."
SD: "You're welcome,"
S: "Hey, dad?"
SD: "Yes,"
S: "I never really got to ask this, but are toi proud of me?"
SD: "Of course, I am, Skipper."
S: "Thank you,"
SD: "I also have to warn toi about, Private. Goodbye, my son."
S: "Dad, wait! Don't leave me! It's not fair! What do toi mean?"
SD: "Goodbye, Skipper,"
S: "No! Dad! Wait, stay!"
SD: "I'm not even here, Skipper. Soon toi will wake and I will be gone again."
Skipper colombe to grab his father's flipper, but par the time he got there the glow was gone and so was his father. The ground divisé, split from under him and he started falling. His destination was the floor of the dank room. He opened his eyes to find Private laying his head on his chest snoring. Gently, Skipper stroked his back.
P: "No, Skippah!"
S: "I'm here and I promise, I'm never going to let them hurt you."
Private woke up with a yawn.
S: "Good morning, you're probably hungry."
P: "I've been starving since toi got here, but why does it matter we don't have any food."
S: "I wouldn't say that."
P: "Huh?"
Skipper gestured to a pile of poisson he reguritated.
P: "Thanks, Skippah! Where'd toi get these fish?"
Private a dit with his mouthful.
S: "After each battle toi get fed."
P: "Oh, what happened when toi were fighting-"
S: "I don't want to talk about it."
P: "No, when toi were fighting Ripper."
S: "What about it?"
P: "I thought toi were dead."
All at once it flashed through his mind.
I dashed to the hole, fighting the crowd, with their shoves and elbows. I immediately got on my tippy-toes and watched through the blemish. I told myself no matter who he was going against, I'd cheer for my dad. Then, his challenger, waddled out. At first, I thought I was imagining it. It couldn't be, It just couldn't. He was dead, but I was proven wrong when Skipper turned to look at me. He hastefully turned his head, and met my dad. His sorrowful eyes met mine again. I then heard the shot ring out. They both paused, Skipper closed his eyes as if in pain. Finally, he made the first déplacer and struck my dad with a punch. The blow caused him to fall to the floor. I tried to scream when I saw blood drip from his face, but nothing came out. In return, dad threw Skipper back to the wall. He grasped his throat violently. Skipper grabbed his beak and began to twist. He let go and Skipper let out his wrath. One flipper held tightly onto his head and the other on his jugular, Skipper began to twist, but stopped and listened serenly to something dad said. His head slowly turned to me. Once again, he looked deep into my eyes. I glared at him in disgust and let out a growl. Seeming to notice, he turned to my father and nodded thoughtfully and a dit something sincerely. My rage bubbled. I covered my eyes and I knew it was over when I heard applause. I was foolishly hopeful that they were cheering because a comeback. I opened my eyes to see Skipper standing hunched over in shame.
Skipper's point of view:
Not only was I a disgrace now, but a monster, too. I hung my head low as I was picked up and declared the winner. I was taken to the same ugly room in the same terrible building. The girl came out once again. She bathed me as she did before.
G: "You and I are a bit alike. I'm far from accueil myself. If I would call that alley a home. My parents died in a car crash when a was younger. I waited for them for three days. We were already in fiancial problems and I couldn't pay the bills, so I ran away. One night when I fell asleep, I woke up tied up in a sack like an animal. No offense. They taught me how to clean penguins and I did as they said, afraid they'd beat me."
She showed me a colossal scar on her arm.
G: "Don't tell any of the other penguins, but you're my favorite. toi listen good (well)."
She patted my head and placed plus poisson in front of me.
G: "Here, I got toi the freshest poisson we have. I was supposed to wait to give to a penguin, but why should I give toi penguins rotten food? I have to eat rotten fish, too."
I felt awful for her. With my beak, I nudged a poisson toward her hand. She consumed it thankfully. Soon I was taken back in the room. I rushed through the crowd searching for Private. He was going to HATE me.
Private's room: (No one's point of view)
Skipper's eyes scanned frantically around for Private. I found him hiding behind a stranger.
P: "Leave me, alone!"
S: "Private, it's me!"
P: "No, you're a monster! A murderer!"
S: "Private, I'm sorry! toi have to forgive me!"
P: "No! toi killed my father!"
S: "That was your father?"
P: "It doesn't matter to you!"
S: "Of course it does, Private!"
P: "I hate you!"
S: "Look at me, Private! Look at me!"
Private looked into his eyes.
S: "I'm the same Skipper that took care of you, Private! I still would do anything for you!"
P: "If toi really would do anything for me it would have been my dad who made it out of the battle, Skipper!"
S: "I can't believe toi a dit that."
P: "Well .... I did,"
S: "I know I'm not your father, Private, but I was there for you. I needed to survive, Private."
Skipper began to walk away, but Private stopped him.
P: "I wasn't finished."
S: "I was, but if you're not hiding anymore, like I'm a pyschopath, that's an improvement, right?"
P: "What do toi want me to do, Skippah?! toi killed my dad! And now toi just want me to forgive you?"
S: "I know, it's hard, Private, but toi have to, please! I was forced to do it!"
P: "If this was your dad and toi had to forgive the soldier who killed him in that war, could you? Answer me!"
S: "If they raised me. Private, I had to do this to survive! This is exactly why I never told toi about Denmark!"
P: "You killed people?!"
S: "No! I had to do things to survive, toi wouldn't understand, Private!"
P: "If toi care so much about you're own survival so much then how am I sure that you'd 'do anything for me!' Huh?"
S: "Because if it wasn't for me, toi wouldn't be here! Remember, how we met?! If I hadn't risked my life to save toi from those seals, you'd be dead! I'm not a monster!! Don't forget everything I've done for toi just because of this!"
P: "It should have been you!"
Private rushed off covering his weeping eyes. He fell to the dust-covered floor weeping.
S: "Private?"
P: "Stay away!"
S: "Come on, Private. I'm sorry."
P: "There's a point sorry doesn't cut it, and if toi didn't notice, now, is one of those times!"
S: "What can I do, Private? Tell me."
P: "You've already blew it."
S: "I see. Private, I'm tired of fighting."
P: "Me too,"
S: "If it makes toi happy, I'll leave toi alone."
P: "That would be ... great."
S: "Alright, goodbye, Young Private."
With every word Skipper's voice broke.
P: "Goodbye, Skippah,"
Skipper walked away, but from afar kept an eye on Private. Even though, he might not want him to, he was going to protect Private. That night when Private fell asleep Skipper sat suivant to him. Yet Private wasn't quite asleep and watched his ex-best friend.
P: "Why are toi here? Are toi worried I'm going to kill toi while you're sleeping?"
S: "Yeah, right. Oh, I'm Private and I'm going to kill you, Skippah! Sorry, but I can't see that happening. You're not like that. right?"
Skipper chuckled and soon Private joined in the laughter, but Private soon ceased his giggle.
P: "Right, Skippah."
Private got for serious in an instant.
P: "Skippah?"
S: "Yes, Private?"
P: "What did my father say to toi before he died?"
S: "He told me to take care of you."
P: "What did toi say?"
S: "I promise, I'll do to protect your son. Because he's like a son to me, too. I will never let anyone hurt him."
Private was speechless.
P: "Um ... I'm pretty tired. Goodnight, Skippah."
S: "The ground is quite solid and cold. Why don't toi lay your head for me."
P: "No, thanks, I'm good."
Skipper and Private both dozed off in minutes.
Skipper was so confused he paced back and forth, in the snow. He had to figure out a plan to get out, but plus importantly how to gain Private's trust back. Then he asked himself where was he? It was an icy wasteland. Wait, it was Antartica. Why was he there? A flash of white glowed from behind him. Skipper turned around on his guard. A voice called out to him from the glow, that calmed him.
?: "Don't be afraid, Skipper."
S: "Who are you? What do toi want?"
?: "Skipper, toi don't remember my voice?"
The light formed into a penguin.
S: "Dad?"
SD: "Yes, Skipper."
S: "I'm so confused. My Friends and I are being tortured. To make things worse, Private hates. And I don't even have a plan! And-"
SD: "I know, Skipper. I've been watching over you."
S: "What should I do? I'm not like you. I'm afraid."
SD: "It's okay to be afraid, Skipper. When I told toi that, I was younger than toi and toi were younger than Private. I learned that the hard way."
S: "Thanks, but I still don't have a plan."
SD: "You need to learn that toi can't carry the world upon your shoulders it's to much for one manchot, pingouin to carry."
S: "Soo, what should I do?"
SD: "I can't give toi that."
S: "What?! Then ...." *sigh* "Okay,"
SD: "But, I can give toi a little help. Go to Private, and I will send a sign to trigger a plan in your mind."
S: "Thanks, dad."
SD: "You're welcome,"
S: "Hey, dad?"
SD: "Yes,"
S: "I never really got to ask this, but are toi proud of me?"
SD: "Of course, I am, Skipper."
S: "Thank you,"
SD: "I also have to warn toi about, Private. Goodbye, my son."
S: "Dad, wait! Don't leave me! It's not fair! What do toi mean?"
SD: "Goodbye, Skipper,"
S: "No! Dad! Wait, stay!"
SD: "I'm not even here, Skipper. Soon toi will wake and I will be gone again."
Skipper colombe to grab his father's flipper, but par the time he got there the glow was gone and so was his father. The ground divisé, split from under him and he started falling. His destination was the floor of the dank room. He opened his eyes to find Private laying his head on his chest snoring. Gently, Skipper stroked his back.
P: "No, Skippah!"
S: "I'm here and I promise, I'm never going to let them hurt you."
Private woke up with a yawn.
S: "Good morning, you're probably hungry."
P: "I've been starving since toi got here, but why does it matter we don't have any food."
S: "I wouldn't say that."
P: "Huh?"
Skipper gestured to a pile of poisson he reguritated.
P: "Thanks, Skippah! Where'd toi get these fish?"
Private a dit with his mouthful.
S: "After each battle toi get fed."
P: "Oh, what happened when toi were fighting-"
S: "I don't want to talk about it."
P: "No, when toi were fighting Ripper."
S: "What about it?"
P: "I thought toi were dead."
All at once it flashed through his mind.
Alex:sheesh I never knew that this room had lots of art things
Skipper:what do toi mean?
Alex:well just look at it and today I am moving my art things
To the basement
Skipper:need help because your just a girl and-
Alex:are toi saying I not storng
Kolwaski:well toi are a girl and-
Alex:I take kartet class and I am a yellow belt
Rico:wow
Private:you must work really hard
Skipper:but do need help
Alex:sure
Down at the basement
Alex:well that should do it
Skipper:well we best get going back
Alex:it was nice meeting toi guys
Kolwaski:yes it was toi are a very great girl
Private:great she's magically
Alex:about that I have some to tell you..................
To be coutine please write commentaire for all my chirstmas story
Skipper:what do toi mean?
Alex:well just look at it and today I am moving my art things
To the basement
Skipper:need help because your just a girl and-
Alex:are toi saying I not storng
Kolwaski:well toi are a girl and-
Alex:I take kartet class and I am a yellow belt
Rico:wow
Private:you must work really hard
Skipper:but do need help
Alex:sure
Down at the basement
Alex:well that should do it
Skipper:well we best get going back
Alex:it was nice meeting toi guys
Kolwaski:yes it was toi are a very great girl
Private:great she's magically
Alex:about that I have some to tell you..................
To be coutine please write commentaire for all my chirstmas story
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Marlene:I ask for nothing I can gat par but I know so meny less lucky then I plz help my people the poor and downtrad I thoughed we all were the children of god.god help the outcasts children of goooooooooood