Cool World Jr. Pt.4 Like me as a human and Toon

After the owner has read the list of ideas, not moving his head much at all nor making so much as a grunt, he looks up from the paper, then down at NJ again.

NJ "So,Sir, are any of those reasonable?"

With hope in his eyes, that AT
LEAST one comes true.

Owner "Um [thinks] the 'truth' [as he lies] is... [ takes the kid close, so no one else hears him] the circus is barely making a profit, so getting some object is not possible.
Plus I don't have very much free time to get any information, you're lucky you get some money. In conclusion, just eat healthy and workout when you can."

Disappointed until NJ remembers the first thing on the top of the list, but then disheartened at the sound of ripping paper. The owner with a fistful of paper, "Now ,all of you, GET BACK TO WORK!"

A hairy hand lightly grips my shoulder, pulling me back outside. As I follow the person, but after grabbing my skateboard, I walk up the steps into my 'crate with bars'. Sitting on my wooden stool, that u made, I wait until I see my 'audience'.

The old clock tower chimes 8 times, 8am, soon people will show up and see my 'special talent(s)' if you can call them special.

Well, I started to find out that I was 'gifted' as they call it. The first time, I was concentrating [in my home, which was before I was 'found' by the circus] and trying to remember anything about my past.

Eyes closed tight, face scrunched, then all of a sudden, my hands were 2 white gloves. Far too big to be on my hands, I thought, but as I lifted my arms, I saw they changed too.

From my elbows [which was because I had a short-sleeve shirt on] to my wrists, my skin looked ash gray, almost dark. When I lifted my hands, the gloves stayed on, though they should have fallen off or bunched up due to my small hands.

I removed my gloves, and what shocked me more was the fact that I was controlling those swollen sausages. My swollen fingers were the same color as my arms, but a shade lighter.

As I was younger than 10, how old I couldn't remember, the lady in my home at the time couldn't tell me either. Worse, is when she said she isn't my mother. When i asked why,and where is she and my dad/father, she sat me down on one of the chairs I made for her.

"Hun, there's no easy way to say it, and I ain't gonna sugarcoat it, but your mom and your dad left you here, or at least one of them did."

Oh, boy did I have a fit, just like when I discovered I'm some kind of mutant. After crying and screaming for what seemed like forever,[ which actually was a hour] I must have passed out. I awoke, feeling someone jabbing me with a stick-like thing.

"Knock it off!" I say. ""Who are you?"

"I'm your new roommate, mate. Ms. Beezle said from now on, someone has to be with you."

" I can't see a thing, why can't I move at all?!"

"Oh, WELL, we strapped you down since you were going crazy."

"Crazy?, How?!"

"You had some high-pitched laughter, your skin was turning grey, and your clothes were changing too!"

The next thing I know, something sharp like a needle, went into my arm, then waking up for a few minutes at a time, hearing noises, then some voices, familiar voices too.

"Doctor...120...stat"

"He is a freak of nature, I LOVE IT!"

"But he's just a child, and he's an orphan, please let me keep him..."

"How about this... 1/2 his money...back to ... ium.. Win... Win!"

" Oh, hes doing it again..."

Then I wake up on what could only be described as a fluffy cloud.

"UGH, what happened?"

"OH, you poor kid, here, put these on."

They looked odd, made of sticks and glass,but once I put them on my ears, I saw my surroundings alot better.

"Oh good they work."
"Now, easy getting up, you've been ... sleeping...for... a while and you must be hungry."

"Yes" I mutter. "Food?"
"Where am I, and what is this fluffy thing around me?"

"Well, that's called a bed, and you are in, what I call home, others call it the junkyard."
" Oh, and I can get you food in a minute."