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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 2:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 2:27 pm
The Lights of New York 1 “R...R-Ran...” I tried to pronounce, my index finger under the word. “Ranger.” Nate helped. I looked up to see him standing beside me, his eyes on my finger. I studied the second white word on the gigantic sign. “F...Field?” I guessed. Nate already knew how to read and pronounce words, while I only knew the letters. It irritated me to learn like this. “Yeah. Field.” He reassured, rubbing my light brown hair. I flashed a smile. “I’ll be Ranger Field.”
Oh, yeah that’s right. My whole life story. Well, I was stuck in a horrible cage for fifteen years, as Nate remembers. I was saved by a brave girl. I think I recall her name being Maximum. Anyways, she left us with a dark guy, but I decided to escape with the other two who also were released from the horrible place. So, who I know of right now, I care for Nate and Urge.
Nate is a bit tan, and a real genius. He knows he’s about seventeen. But he has cat ears. But sometimes he ain’t smart common sense wise. He forgets to eat because he researches about the Institute where we were contained. Constantly his hair is a mess, or he puts on his shoes wrong (if we even have them.) He also has a limp time to time. It worries me, but Nate says not to worry.
Urgent is a big fluff ball that has the whitest hair. But his special power is the speed of light. The only defect is, he has a shedding problem, which makes him easier to find when he runs off. He is very friendly, but we have a little suspicion that he’s territorial.
“How are we going to get new clothes?” I asked, looking at my dirt-streaked paper gown. Nate was also in the same clothing. “Shh...” He shushed, holding out his arm. Urgent stopped like a good dog, but his ears were up. “It’s a tent.” I muttered, looking at its open zipper door. Nate nodded and listened with his cerise ears. “They aren’t here. Let’s check inside.” I swear Urgent nodded, and jumped into the tent like it was his own home.
Home… I wondered. Would we ever find one? Nate ransacked through the bags and found some clothes. “I can’t find any female clothing...” Nate said, slipping on some jeans. “It’s alright, these look like they fit anyways.” I reassured, hiding behind a tree. I tried on a red t-shirt and some camouflage cargo pants. When I put on a leather belt, the pants fit perfectly.
When I came out from behind the tree I saw Nate lifting a black backpack onto his shoulder. “Food?” I asked, my stomach making a response quickly. He gave me a granola bar, and I dug in. Urgent wagged his tail as he ate some sausage. “Should we le—“Nate was saying, but his ears lifted. “What..?” I asked, but then I turned toward the sound of clanking.
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