You may like to read it as an introduction to my stories (yes, there will be more of them!).
Wow.
I said it about 124th time today, though. But I still, still can't believe it. I've been here for three months, and I still say 'Wow' every day. Why?
I'm living in the middle on New York ina secret HQ with a command, including 4 guys and 4 girls. You know, the Penguins.
IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Before you leave, just let me tell you that it isn't a Mary Sue story. I'm not a Super Cool And Wonderful Girl Who Saves The World And Finds Her True Love. No. I'm just a fifteen years old nerd, who isn't sure which hand is left and which is right. I'm weird. I'm strange. And I feel good with it.
So, how did it start? Errr... I just remember that one fine day they wrote to me and ask to join them. Not like 'Can you please join us?' but 'Join us now or never. One chance.'. Well, obviously, I decided to join. I still don't know, what did I do that they've choden me. Well, take your time, just a few peeks in the classified files and I'll know the answer.
However, I got to NYC. After all the plane and flight connected things I just went out of the airport and saw it. An awesome, incredibly cool black and white Mercedes don't-ask-me-the-type. And I just knew this is it.
I went in.
This was my first contack with the Penguins.
So, guess who was in the car?
No, you're wrong. And you're wrong, too. And you, and you, and you too. Yes, Metallica1147 is right. It was Marlene.
- Hey! Welocme in Big Apple, sis - she said with a smile.
- Thanks - I said and I yawned (curse you, time change!) - I'm Marika, and I'm the new one.
- I know, I know! - answered Marlene - I'm so totally excited! Having a new girls in the team is awesome! I can't wait to introduce you to everybody!
She was really excited. That was new to me.
Marlene was driving and telling me some things about New York. That was fun, but when we stopped, I suddenly became quite... Stressed?
We were standing in front one of quite old buildings. It looked like a house. It ever got a little garden around it! ut something told me that is really isn't a plain house...
- Are we there yet? - I asked.
- Yup - she said - Wait a sec.
She took out one of the bricks, entered the code, but the brick on her place again and then tell somebody behind the door the password. Finally, we went in.
- So, that's the hall - said Marlene - let's go, I'll introduce you to the team - she said againg and she opened the door.
I entered.
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I'm writing not to tell you What-Ever-So-Wonderful-Have-I-Done. I'm writing to describe the Penguins' life, what do they do, why do they exist (as a command, of course), what were they missions, who do they love... Yes, all fangirls, who do they love. Whatever, these are the stories from the past and from the present, the sad, the scary and the funny ones, about Rico, Skipper, Kowalski and Private. And, of course, the villains. This is gonna be a hard work to do, you may thought. But all I have to do is to take a little peek into the classified files (but don't tell it to Skipper).
To all of the role-players and those who have an OC: Hey, this is my own story. If you don't like it, don't criticize it so hard. I'm still trying to improve my writing style. If in your story your OC is someone's girlfriend or boyfriend, don't criticize me for writing that he/she loves somebody other.
Everybody makes his own story.
~M
Wow.
I said it about 124th time today, though. But I still, still can't believe it. I've been here for three months, and I still say 'Wow' every day. Why?
I'm living in the middle on New York ina secret HQ with a command, including 4 guys and 4 girls. You know, the Penguins.
IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Before you leave, just let me tell you that it isn't a Mary Sue story. I'm not a Super Cool And Wonderful Girl Who Saves The World And Finds Her True Love. No. I'm just a fifteen years old nerd, who isn't sure which hand is left and which is right. I'm weird. I'm strange. And I feel good with it.
So, how did it start? Errr... I just remember that one fine day they wrote to me and ask to join them. Not like 'Can you please join us?' but 'Join us now or never. One chance.'. Well, obviously, I decided to join. I still don't know, what did I do that they've choden me. Well, take your time, just a few peeks in the classified files and I'll know the answer.
However, I got to NYC. After all the plane and flight connected things I just went out of the airport and saw it. An awesome, incredibly cool black and white Mercedes don't-ask-me-the-type. And I just knew this is it.
I went in.
This was my first contack with the Penguins.
So, guess who was in the car?
No, you're wrong. And you're wrong, too. And you, and you, and you too. Yes, Metallica1147 is right. It was Marlene.
- Hey! Welocme in Big Apple, sis - she said with a smile.
- Thanks - I said and I yawned (curse you, time change!) - I'm Marika, and I'm the new one.
- I know, I know! - answered Marlene - I'm so totally excited! Having a new girls in the team is awesome! I can't wait to introduce you to everybody!
She was really excited. That was new to me.
Marlene was driving and telling me some things about New York. That was fun, but when we stopped, I suddenly became quite... Stressed?
We were standing in front one of quite old buildings. It looked like a house. It ever got a little garden around it! ut something told me that is really isn't a plain house...
- Are we there yet? - I asked.
- Yup - she said - Wait a sec.
She took out one of the bricks, entered the code, but the brick on her place again and then tell somebody behind the door the password. Finally, we went in.
- So, that's the hall - said Marlene - let's go, I'll introduce you to the team - she said againg and she opened the door.
I entered.
----------
I'm writing not to tell you What-Ever-So-Wonderful-Have-I-Done. I'm writing to describe the Penguins' life, what do they do, why do they exist (as a command, of course), what were they missions, who do they love... Yes, all fangirls, who do they love. Whatever, these are the stories from the past and from the present, the sad, the scary and the funny ones, about Rico, Skipper, Kowalski and Private. And, of course, the villains. This is gonna be a hard work to do, you may thought. But all I have to do is to take a little peek into the classified files (but don't tell it to Skipper).
To all of the role-players and those who have an OC: Hey, this is my own story. If you don't like it, don't criticize it so hard. I'm still trying to improve my writing style. If in your story your OC is someone's girlfriend or boyfriend, don't criticize me for writing that he/she loves somebody other.
Everybody makes his own story.
~M
