User blog:Nalyd Renrut/An Awesome Pic and a TWE Preview!

I spent an hour working on this pic for the Total Drama Roleplay picture:

Also, here is a preview of season two of TWE!

Nalyd’s alarm clock rang in his ear, as the seven year old groggily awoke. He slammed the alarm clock with his fist, stood up and yawned. Nalyd toddled into the bathroom in his gray silk pajamas. “Another year with Tweedle-dumb and Tweedle-Sunshine,” Nalyd muttered as he brushed his teeth. He spit. “Hey, that was pretty funny. I should write this stuff down.” He rinsed his mouth with water and went downstairs. “Morning, mom!”

Nalyd’s mother woke up. She was asleep on the couch. “Where am I?” she asked her son.

“You’re on the couch mom,” Nalyd said as he poured his cereal. “Hey, mom, how about I don’t go to school today?”

“School starts today?” Nalyd’s mother asked, sounding confused.

“Um, no…” Nalyd lied.

“Okay th-wait a minute!” Nalyd’s mother said. She stood up. “Don’t lie to me, Nalyd Sherbet Renrut!”

“My middle name is ‘Sherbet?’” Nalyd asked sadly.

“It might be, how am I supposed to know? The point is, you are going to school! And that is that! Besides, I got you a new hoodie.” Nalyd’s mother handed him the gray hoodie, and Nalyd put it on.

“The arms are too long,” he commented.

“It compliments your skin tone,” Nalyd’s mother said. “Go up stairs and get dressed, and I’ll drive you to school.”

“But I haven’t eaten breakfast yet!”

“There have been seventeen previous occasions where you didn’t complain about not having breakfast,” Nalyd’s mother reminded him.

“Yes’m,” Nalyd said, and ran up stairs to get dressed. He returned dressed in his blue jeans in gray hoodie.

“Aw, you’re so cute!” Nanny Renrut cooed. “I could eat you up!” A look of horror came across Nalyd’s face. “All the little girls will think you’re adorable!”

“Ew! Mom! I’m, like, seven!” Nalyd complained. Nalyd’s mother handed him his backpack, and the two got into Nanny Renrut’s car. “Girls have cooties.”

“Now, Nalyd, you know that’s not true.”

“All of them have cooties!”

“That might be true actually. Especially that Owe kid. I don’t like him. The way he never says anything. Makes me sick!”

The car stopped in front of Wawanakwa Elementary. Nalyd looked outside and saw all the other children. A few children ran from their parents, ready to resume learning. A few of the fatter children waddles away from their parents, ready to resume eating. What Nalyd didn’t see is what really bothered him. He didn’t see a little girl with wings, or a little boy with a pig. “I don’t see Matt or Sunshine,” Nalyd said. “This opportunity may never come again.” Nalyd ran out of the car and into the school without looking back.

“I love you too, sweetie!” Nalyd’s mother called from her car.

Nalyd wandered through the school, and saw Ms. McLean. “Hi, Ms. McLean,” he greeted her. “How are you?”

“Nervous and stressed out, and yourself?” Ms. McLean replied.

“A little lost, do you know who my teacher is this year?”

“His name is Mr. Baffi, room seventy-two,” Ms. McLean said.

“Thanks! Oh, and one of your students just lit you desk on fire.” Ms. McLean walked slowly into the room, and Nalyd went to his new homeroom.

He opened the door slowly. He peered in and once again, saw no Sunshine or Matt. He looked up and saw the teacher towering over him. “Hello!” the chubby, elderly man said. “My name is Mr. Baffi. I’ll be your teacher this year! What’s your name?”

“I’m Nalyd Renrut,” Nalyd said.

“Good, good,” Mr. Baffi muttered. “How about you go play with some of your classmates?”

“I’d rather not,” Nalyd muttered as he walked towards his new classmates. Some of them looked familiar, but Nalyd couldn’t tell. Nalyd said to a blond boy, “Now I’m sure I know you, but I don’t remember you.”

“Yeah, being a minor character will do that to you,” the boy muttered.