Present Day
I didn't hurl myself off of a seventh floor balcony last night on purpose, I'm not suicidal. Well, not anymore than your average teenager, but you know what I mean; I don't truthfully wish to be dead. In fact, before today, my life was never all that interesting. I'm a pretty unremarkable thirteen year old boy from a small town where nothing of interest ever happens. Until that girl with the crazy good throwing arm showed up with her color-changing hair, whoever the heck she even is; she never did introduce herself.
"Kip, come with me," she said. How does she know my name? "You won't regret it, the world as we know it depends on it. " she claimed.
I'm sure that information was fabricated just so I'd do what she wanted, I mean, how could that ever be true? I'm not anyone special who can save the day; I can barely make toast without burning it. Wouldn't it make sense to find a guy who can actually do the things that you need to kick butt?
Unfortunately I wasn't thinking so clearly like this when this all happened. My attention was diverted by her captivating appearance when she showed herself, and it was like nothing I've ever seen before. She was dainty, and I couldn't even guess how old she could be, her violet eyes full of mischief, her hair that kept changing colors... I don't get a lot of attention from girls like that, so this was a pretty big deal for me. That also meant that I didn't hear any of what she said. I entirely missed the part where she probably warned me that she's like a death magnet that every villainous psycho is apparently after. Also the part where she tells me all the skills and requirements I need to meet that I probably stupidly agreed that I had.
Although, I don't know if she could have ever said anything that properly described what would happen that night in a way that would have prepared me, it was pretty out there for anyone around here to have taken it seriously. It was one of those things you just had to be there for.
After all these years of nothing astounding ever happening, of course I, Kipper Sallow, just had to be there.
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The Adventures of Kipper Sallow
AventuraOverly paranoid thirteen year old Kipper Sallow had an ordinary life as the middle child in the small town of Silver Lake that he grew up in. Nothing noteworthy ever happens to him, and if it did, he was sure no one would notice; Kip feels essential...
