Jessie Reisman: a man with a no-nonsense attitude who wore thick rimmed glasses and had a few gray hairs, was sipping his ol' cup of joe. It was a Monday like any other at the farm. Except this day, Mary, Mr. Reisman, and the animali were awaited da a visitor. But not the visitor they, o te are going to think of. He got up, and swiftly wrote a bold, red X on the giorno that was yesterday on the calender. "It's finally here," He's only been waiting a few weeks since Elliot Krausse had called him. He sat back down and tapped in beat to mimic the clock. "Only 40 minuti left" he spoke to himself.
*In Mary's view*
"Mondays. We all hate them. But during Summer, who really keeps track?"
She knew the drill; "Is it 12:00, yet?" she glanced at the clock, and gave herself a slight nod. "Check. Now, just get ready, eat breakfast, and explore the farm with Morgan."
She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and left her bedroom wearing jeans and wore her favorite, fire-engine red fuoco Nation graphic tee. She looked in the mirror and detto to herself,
"Azula would be proud."
And mimicked some fuoco bending in front of the glass, like a pro.
Only, when Mary got downstairs, morgan wasn't there.
"Uncle Jesse! Where's Morgan?"
"She left with your Aunt Eden to do some... uh, what's she doing again?" Mary could tell quite well that Uncle Jesse was hiding the truth. His frantic expression made it obvious.
"You don't need to know, anyways. Just eat your pancakes, why are te in such a rush?"
"I'll skip breakfast, thanks."
"Geez, what's up with him today?"
She wore her converse, and headed out the door. Her hands shielded her eyes, the sun was blazing and spread warmth on her body like a nice, warm blanket.
>>fast inoltrare, avanti to lilly pad pond>>
Mary untied and kicked off her Chuck Taylors.
Mary ran with the wind to catch up with the geese who were flying above her. The erba felt like a baby's butt under her sea- er what do te call them? Oh feet. Mary found herself near a pond. The pond had velvety green lilly pads. Some of which were accompanied da a frog. She lowered her face and held her hair with her left hand. "My reflection..." Her left hand steadily reached out to the water, and was close to making a ripple... but she hesitated, when she saw a boy successivo to her reflection.
"AAAH!" she gave a loud, sharp cry.
then *SPLASH* Mary let out a gasp, "What the... did my Converse just fall from the sky?!" *RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT* the frogs scattered, taking the silence with them and left noise. Mary grabbed her now wet Converse and quickly turned her head to the stranger successivo to her.
"Who are you?!" she demanded an answer.
"Shouldn't the normal response be thank you?"
"For throwing my shoes in a pond? Are te really THAT witless?", "Witless? Ugh, I should have just called him stupid."
"It's pronounced WITLESS, the T is supposed to sound clear." he told her.
"What are te even doing here in the first place? This is not your property, you're not allowed to be here, scram."
"Actually, it's my dad's property now, tell your uncle I detto thanks."
Mary's jaw dropped. "He's so conceited, rude, unthoughtful, and... what's his name?"
"Well, since my dad's buying this plot, we should get to know each other. What's your name? I'm Jason Krausse. That's KROW-SE. Not krass o krilly pads."
"...Am I supposed to find that funny?"
"My name's Morgan." she lied, but it was for her own good."
"You've got pretty hair."
"Okay, he's starting to creep me out. Should I schiaffo, smack him unconscious with my Converse o throw a frog at him? No, that would be animal abuse..."
"Really? I'll make sure to cut it." Mary got up to walk away. And Jason followed.
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UH I'M BAD WITH ENDING FANFICS SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO STICK WITH THAT... MASON FOREEEEVER
(Part two will be up within an hour, I guess. Four-5 parts in total)
*In Mary's view*
"Mondays. We all hate them. But during Summer, who really keeps track?"
She knew the drill; "Is it 12:00, yet?" she glanced at the clock, and gave herself a slight nod. "Check. Now, just get ready, eat breakfast, and explore the farm with Morgan."
She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and left her bedroom wearing jeans and wore her favorite, fire-engine red fuoco Nation graphic tee. She looked in the mirror and detto to herself,
"Azula would be proud."
And mimicked some fuoco bending in front of the glass, like a pro.
Only, when Mary got downstairs, morgan wasn't there.
"Uncle Jesse! Where's Morgan?"
"She left with your Aunt Eden to do some... uh, what's she doing again?" Mary could tell quite well that Uncle Jesse was hiding the truth. His frantic expression made it obvious.
"You don't need to know, anyways. Just eat your pancakes, why are te in such a rush?"
"I'll skip breakfast, thanks."
"Geez, what's up with him today?"
She wore her converse, and headed out the door. Her hands shielded her eyes, the sun was blazing and spread warmth on her body like a nice, warm blanket.
>>fast inoltrare, avanti to lilly pad pond>>
Mary untied and kicked off her Chuck Taylors.
Mary ran with the wind to catch up with the geese who were flying above her. The erba felt like a baby's butt under her sea- er what do te call them? Oh feet. Mary found herself near a pond. The pond had velvety green lilly pads. Some of which were accompanied da a frog. She lowered her face and held her hair with her left hand. "My reflection..." Her left hand steadily reached out to the water, and was close to making a ripple... but she hesitated, when she saw a boy successivo to her reflection.
"AAAH!" she gave a loud, sharp cry.
then *SPLASH* Mary let out a gasp, "What the... did my Converse just fall from the sky?!" *RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT* the frogs scattered, taking the silence with them and left noise. Mary grabbed her now wet Converse and quickly turned her head to the stranger successivo to her.
"Who are you?!" she demanded an answer.
"Shouldn't the normal response be thank you?"
"For throwing my shoes in a pond? Are te really THAT witless?", "Witless? Ugh, I should have just called him stupid."
"It's pronounced WITLESS, the T is supposed to sound clear." he told her.
"What are te even doing here in the first place? This is not your property, you're not allowed to be here, scram."
"Actually, it's my dad's property now, tell your uncle I detto thanks."
Mary's jaw dropped. "He's so conceited, rude, unthoughtful, and... what's his name?"
"Well, since my dad's buying this plot, we should get to know each other. What's your name? I'm Jason Krausse. That's KROW-SE. Not krass o krilly pads."
"...Am I supposed to find that funny?"
"My name's Morgan." she lied, but it was for her own good."
"You've got pretty hair."
"Okay, he's starting to creep me out. Should I schiaffo, smack him unconscious with my Converse o throw a frog at him? No, that would be animal abuse..."
"Really? I'll make sure to cut it." Mary got up to walk away. And Jason followed.
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UH I'M BAD WITH ENDING FANFICS SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO STICK WITH THAT... MASON FOREEEEVER
(Part two will be up within an hour, I guess. Four-5 parts in total)
Mason. Mason.
That's their name!
And we'll keep using it
With no shame!
And while Mary might think
That this is lame,
Those thoughts in her head
Won't stay the same.
M-A-S-O-N
M-A-S-O-N
THIS IS THE SHIP
THAT WILL NEVER END!
What do te think? I personally Amore it, especially since I made it in five minuti xD
It seems like a poem. :3