Octaa sighed. She didn't WANT to go to Octoling training camp. But she had to. Inkmas was over, and she needed to train to fight, which she ALSO didn't want to do.
"Shilaa," Octaa moaned "I don't want to go. Can I just say I'm sick and you say I have fallen ill with Octopox?" Shilaa put her hands on her hips, and threw her gun aside "NO," she shouted "You're going! You know mom wouldn't let you skip!" She sighed, picking up her gun and aiming it at Octaa "Now get ready for training camp, Octaa.." Octaa ran upstairs, and pulled off her CoroCoro hoodie to put on her Octo-gear. "Well...I guess time to wear the PAINFUL mask."
Octaa undid her Ink-Tails (Pig tails) and let her hair go loose. She shoved the metal mask onto her pale face, and turned on the mask. She put on her belt, picked up her unfilled gun, and ran downstairs to pull on her motocross boots.
Shilaa smiled, seaweed flowing from her hair. "Good! Now let's go. If mom finds us here chatting, we'll be doing lots of rounds with Inklings in Octo Valley." Shilaa and Octaa slid into a Tea Kettle sort of thing, and appeared in Octo Valley with other Octolings attending Camp. Octaa heard the head Octoling scream "Everyone! Get over here!" Octaa got smacked in the face by elbows from other Octolings racing by.
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The Diary of a Teenage Octoling
AksiOctarians and Inklings have been at war since the great High Tide Era ceased. Among the not-so-smart Octarians, there are Octarians similar to Inklings (Besides looks) named Octolings. They may seem all cold-hearted, and ready to commit cold blooded...
