Chapter 1: A depressing end, and an even meer depressing beginning
Every living thing lives to strive in life. To experience danger, and love and to gain wisdom to pass on to an new generation. In life there are hopes and dreams, adventure and exploring, and danger. But at some point of live there is death, is it of old age? Murder? Suicide?
A boy was fiddling his thumbs as his mother was driving down a heuvel toward an intersection, when they both stopped the light was still red. The two was about to visit the boy's grandmother in Boston. Nothing of any significance were wondering in the thoughts of the boy, he was just passing time. As the light turned green the car drove up. As it was crossing the road, a truck was speeding down a road. The driver's break was broken and honked the horn to alert the two in the car. But it was too late. The Eighteen wheeler slammed hard into the smaller car. The smaller car rolled violently and eventually came to a stop. A trail of glass and other parts of the smaller car led to the trashed vehicle. And inside
it, the boy's thumbs were no longer fiddling.
In very few lives there is another life, rebirth, reanimation. Another chance to find love, to seek adventure, another chance to live life. I have received... a seconde chance. And this is my story.
My head rested on a cold floor. It started to shake, the movement woke up. I put my hands on the floor and lifted my self up. Something didn't feel right. I tried to open my eyes, but they remained shut. I squinted and took my hands and tried to pry open my eyelids with my fingers. The only problem was, I couldn't separate my fingers. "Somethings not right" I thought. I rubbed my hands down my face until something hard stopped it. "What the?" I said. I put my sown-together hands on my deformed mouth. It seemed like a cone, only the bottom one was smaller than the top, so the bottom was inside the top. Much like, a beak?
I decided to stand up, but I could not control door body and I nearly fell back to the ground, of course instaid I hit a wall. Wait, the uithangbord has spaces, and feels hard and cold ,like metal, like bars. "Am I in a jail cell?" I asked myself. Finally, I was able to open my eyes. I looked at myself. My hart-, hart stopped when I saw that my feet were yellow. My legs were thin like a pencil and short. And my body, oh god my body! It was white and black. And wasn't skin, but feathers! I raised my hand to my face and saw that they looked too much flippers. They... were flippers. "What the hell is going on!?" I screamed. Then I heard a man waking up. I looked and him and crawled toward him.
"Huh?" he zei groggily. He looked at me and smiled "Oh, well looks oh awake." He stretched his arms then scratched his back. Then he spoke up again. "Well, I bet u have a lot of questions, like of instance: why your a penguin?"
I looked at my hands again. "That's what I am? A-a penguin? How?"
The man frowned and put his ands of his lap. I'm not quite sure how to say this but... a few days back, u died in a car crash. Scientists then used a biological brain transfer, to revive your brain. But u body was useless, so instead they switched u brain with an animal, a pinguïn to be truthful."
After hearing the recap of my "unfortunate events," I only felt like crying, and that's what I did.
"Well Skipper I must say we've really got them in the palm of our flippers now!" A penguins said.
"I concur, lets finish them off now!" A shorter pinguïn said. Then the two tallest penguins grabbed each other door the flippers and spun around in a circle. Which caused a chorus of awes from the crowd of humans. And the two shorter penguins were chasing each other, while jumping in and out of the water. Their routine attracted meer and meer people door the minute. Before they all knew it was closing time. Alice, the rude zoo keeper, just finished locking the gate.
"Ok troop, Let's verplaats out! We have many long awaited missions a head of us." And just as The Penguins started to walk to the edge of their fake ice habitat, the tall intellectual one shouted:
"Skipper wait! It's Alice, she's coming back." It said.
"What? What's she doing back?" The so called 'Skipper' said. They watched as she walked closer, mumbling to her self things like "You better not cause trouble like the other ones." When she got to the pinguïn habitat, she climbed over the railing. Took the board that she used as a bridge, placed it so she could walk over the water. The she put a krat down she was handling. Then she used a trusty crowbar to remove a side of the wooden box, so the animal inside could get out. Then she left. The four penguins looked to the inside curiously. Wondering what It contained.
"Uh, hello?" One of the penguins zei in a British voice. Slowly, a black flipper, grabbed the outside of the box, and pulled himself out, revealing it's head. It's eyes showed fear. It slowly waddled out of the box. "Um if I may ask, What is u name?
The pinguïn looked at the smallest one dead in the eyes and slowly lowered it's head toward the ground And spoke. "I-" It zei depressingly. It sighed. "I don't even know anymore." And the others looked at it, just as confused as he was.