Okay...Um...it's me....TLP's sister. If this really stinks, I won't post anymore and we can pretend it never happened. Okay with you?
Authors Note: I HATE the name Martin. Nothing personal, I just really hate it.
Jack ran his hand through his hair. Laughing, he pulled the munny he had won to the rest of his pile. He had grown accustomed to bringing along his own tray ever since his winnings had exceeded the amount of space on his side of the card table.
"Ace aces it again!" His angry companions say, throwing down their cards.
"Why do we even try?" Someone says.
"Because..." Ace starts, putting his feet on the table. "You know I just spend it on snacks for all of us anyway."
After a bit more small talk, his friends are eventually called home. Jack didn't mind being alone. He started setting up the card table for a game of solitaire. Ace was good at cards. Very good. They hadn't invented a card game that he couldn't dominate. His parents stopped giving him an allowence after a while.
"He earns enough every friday!" His father had shouted. "I lose my salary to that kid!"
Oh well. Such was the life of a pro. He didn't mean to get a big head about it, but lets face it, wouldn't anyone get a swelled head if they were as good at something as he was at cards?
He did make sure that he didn't take too much money from his friends, and always spent it on group stuff. Like snacks. Or Multi-Player games for Jake's Virtu-sphere.
Winning money from adults, however, was different entirely. After he had gotten good, he started joining his father on Fridays. Most of the adults went home disappointed after that. Mostly, though, everyone had fun. The money he got from adults had bought this Club house.
Soon, Ace heard a knock on his club house door. <Probably time for dinner> He thought. He put his cards away and opened the door.
"New Game!!!!" It wasn't his mother. It was Martin. He didn't really like Martin, but he was a good guy. The kid had secretly bought Ace trading cards. Secretly because Virtu-Mon and Griffins and Grottos weren't exactly "main stream".
"What? What kind of game?" Ace asked.
"Look!" Martin held up a card. Jack took it.
It was a normal sized card. It had a red back ground with a heart on it. <Oh please. Not another sappy one> Jack sighed. He turned it to the front. It had a picture of a strange key. A key with a handle. A small 6 was in the corner.
That was just a bit.....I'll add longer chapters if people like it.
Authors Note: I HATE the name Martin. Nothing personal, I just really hate it.
Jack ran his hand through his hair. Laughing, he pulled the munny he had won to the rest of his pile. He had grown accustomed to bringing along his own tray ever since his winnings had exceeded the amount of space on his side of the card table.
"Ace aces it again!" His angry companions say, throwing down their cards.
"Why do we even try?" Someone says.
"Because..." Ace starts, putting his feet on the table. "You know I just spend it on snacks for all of us anyway."
After a bit more small talk, his friends are eventually called home. Jack didn't mind being alone. He started setting up the card table for a game of solitaire. Ace was good at cards. Very good. They hadn't invented a card game that he couldn't dominate. His parents stopped giving him an allowence after a while.
"He earns enough every friday!" His father had shouted. "I lose my salary to that kid!"
Oh well. Such was the life of a pro. He didn't mean to get a big head about it, but lets face it, wouldn't anyone get a swelled head if they were as good at something as he was at cards?
He did make sure that he didn't take too much money from his friends, and always spent it on group stuff. Like snacks. Or Multi-Player games for Jake's Virtu-sphere.
Winning money from adults, however, was different entirely. After he had gotten good, he started joining his father on Fridays. Most of the adults went home disappointed after that. Mostly, though, everyone had fun. The money he got from adults had bought this Club house.
Soon, Ace heard a knock on his club house door. <Probably time for dinner> He thought. He put his cards away and opened the door.
"New Game!!!!" It wasn't his mother. It was Martin. He didn't really like Martin, but he was a good guy. The kid had secretly bought Ace trading cards. Secretly because Virtu-Mon and Griffins and Grottos weren't exactly "main stream".
"What? What kind of game?" Ace asked.
"Look!" Martin held up a card. Jack took it.
It was a normal sized card. It had a red back ground with a heart on it. <Oh please. Not another sappy one> Jack sighed. He turned it to the front. It had a picture of a strange key. A key with a handle. A small 6 was in the corner.
That was just a bit.....I'll add longer chapters if people like it.