Note: This is the first chapter of my new fanfiction Where I Belong. I have already thought up the plot but not every detail. There's a twist and Private finds out Skippper had been hiding something from him.
Private felt completely alone. The unruly, brisk gusts of snow grew zaidi vigorous kwa the minute. If only he had got his uncle to take him nyumbani au stayed in the H.Q. To make matters worse neither Skipper, Kowalski, au Rico knew where he was. His life long scheme would end up in tradgedy. Struggling to substain from collapsing, started picturing the time he had spent with his cherished friends. picha of all them flashed before his eyes. A tear dripped from his innonce eyes. Before he knew it he has on the ground fighting to keep consiousness. Why couldn't his Marafiki just work it out. It wasn't their fault, and Private knew it.
Two weeks ago:
It was a humid, muggy summer morning in New York City. The sun hadn't even come up and Skipper had gotten the team up for early training at four 'o' clock. They moaned and groaned which caused Skipper to obtain a outraged and crabby mood.
P: "Skippah, do we have to get up so early for training?"
S: "Well, geeh, Private! I'm sorry for trying to strengthen wewe boys' stamina!"
Skipper slapped Private.
S: "If wewe boys want to serve in this unit. I suggest wewe get used to it au get over it!"
K: "You have to admit 0400 ia little bit early for exerices."
Rico began to let out a fatigued yawn.
S: "That's it, men! Give me 50!"
P: "Not push-ups!"
S: "Yes, push-ups!"
Rico mumbled to the others who were doing their push-ups.
S: "What was that, Rico? Are wewe complaining? Well, if wewe think I'm being so unfair, wewe won't mind seeing what the rest of the team thinks. Boys?"
P: "Um... kind of,"
K: "Sorry, Skipper."
S: "I see, I have to toughen wewe men up!"
K: "Skipper, we're tired!"
S: "You don't think I am?"
P: "But you're not doing any of the work!"
S: "I didn't back talk my commanding officer!"
R: "Neither did Kowalski au I!"
S: "Fine, go back and sleep! I don't care if you're in shape, anymore!"
They moped into the H.Q. while Skipper stormed into it. While getting coffee, Skipper noticed his team watching TV.
S: "Wait, I thought wewe boys are too tired!"
P: "To train, but we can't fall back asleep."
S: "Maybe, wewe all wouldn't be so tired if wewe didn't stay up so late, Kowalski."
K: "I didn't know we were training so early, Skipper."
P: "Can't we have a siku off of training, Skippah?"
S: "Negative, not today. It's my job to keep wewe soldiers fit and capable of fighting skills."
Kowalski whispered to Private, but Skipper over heard.
K: "To keep us fit you'd have to be fit yourself!"
S: "I heard that, Kowalski, also I know that wewe wouldn't be without me."
Kowalski was about to speak his mind but stopped himself.
S: "What were wewe going to say, Kowalski?"
S: "Oh, really? wewe weren't about to say wewe didn't need me?"
Kowalski held his head low.
K: "You're right."
S: "Well, I don't need wewe au any of you! I'm better off alone!"
P: "Skippah, please!"
S: "No, Private! You're better off without me, too. I'm sorry..."
Private forgot what Skipper had alisema inayofuata because it was incomprehensive to him. He had no clue that it would come to his mind later and make sense.
Skipper packed up his posessions, and headed out silently. Private thought about the way he had left that evening all night.
P: "I miss Skippah, Kowalski."
K: "What am I supposed to do about that, Private? There's no getting him back. It's your fault!"
Private began to cry. Kowalski hugged the tiny penguin.
K: "I'm sorry, Private! I'm just frustrated."
P: "Do wewe miss him, too?"
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K: "Maybe, we should go our seperate ways."
K: "I'm sorry, Private."
Later that night, after they all had packed up, Private snuck out with his bags when no one was looking.
Private felt a missing part of him come out again. Like an old wound that had been cut into again, but denser. When Private was a chick his father had left and his mother fell in upendo with another penguin. He made it his goal to meet his real father and get to know him.
Two weeks later:
Private felt his body shutting down. This was his last chance.
P: "Help! Somebody, help! Help!"
The weather got worse and Private's eyes were half open. A stubby figure stepped forward, but was hard to make out.