ISR day 3

•May 27, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Down to two. Two of the school’s severest cases of delinquents. Or are we?

“So, just us now huh?” Micheal asked. I nodded. He said nothing else but he rubbed his hands together. That’s how he’d been since I’d gotten here. By here, I mean the huge set of underground tunnels beneath the ISR room at school. Apparently only the baddest of the bad get sent here. I really don’t see how yelling at a teacher because she’s an incompetent ass is a bad thing. Micheal layed on the table, sighing. “No offense but now it’s boring. Two is okay but four makes it fun.” Four? Please. No offense but Zero seemed more of an extension of Shilo then an actual person. If he spoke at all, I don’t recall hearing it. But I didn’t say anything to Micheal. Why kick a guy when he’s down that two of his fellow prisoners were free and possibly never coming back. I sat on the opposite table. “I’m sure we can still have fun,” I said. Micheal sat up and stared at me, doubtfully. “Rock, paper, scissors and I Spy aren’t fun,” he declared. I pouted. Okay, so yeah, when Shilo had suggested we start playing games instead of sitting around bored all day, I had immediantly suggested I Spy. Trust me, it’s pretty hard when the only color that’s dominantly around you is brown. “Well, fine. Next time I won’t say anything,” I said, turning away. “Aw don’t be like that Taykoe. I was kidding,” he said. I crossed my arms, back to him. “Im ignoring you now,” I declared. ST7 flew into the room at that second.

Good morning primitive human scum

“Good morning Stan,” Micheal greeted with a salute. As always. ST7 shocked him and then floated to a little hole in the wall that shot straight from the IRS room to down here.

                   New arrival!

Micheal and I turned with curiosity as we heard screams coming closer. From the tunnel of Hell ( as Shilo called it) came a boy with a green jacket and brown hair. “That was soooo awesome!” he declared, leaping to his feet. He looked at ST7. “Can I do it again?” Micheal and I just looked at each other. No, now goodbye With that, ST7 flew from the room, leaving us with the new guy. He turned to us, slowly. “Yo,” he greeted. “Sup?” asked Micheal. He jumped off his table and offered a hand to New guy. “I’m Micheal, she’s Taykoe,” he said, nodding at me. I waved. New guy took Micheal’s hand. “Devin.” “Well, what are you in for?” I asked. “Well, there’s this guy, I kind of pushed into a wood cutter,” he said. I stared at him, wide eyed. “C-come again?” I asked nervously. “I pushed this guy into a wood cutter. Kinda,” Devin replied. I blinked. “Now how does one kinda push someone into a wood cutter?” I asked Micheal. He grinned. “It’s possible,” he said. He offered Devin a smile. “Pick a seat. Any seat. I’m sure Stan will be in soon,” he said. “Stan?” Devin asked. “Micheal’s name for that flying robot thing,” I explained. True, Devin did freak me out a bit. The guy had pushed another guy into a frickin’ wood cutter! But I wasn’t going to be rude. So, I resolved to smile at him and make him feel as welcome as possible hoping that would save me from being pushed into a wood cutter myself. As always the day was boring. I ended up falling asleep on one of the tables meant to be desks only to wake up about two hours later to find Micheal and Devin playing what looked to be Black Jack. I rubbed my eyes. “Is it time yet?” I mumbled groggily. Devin looked at me, confused by my words and surprised I was awake (lol, I wake up quietly). Micheal smiled back at me. “Not yet kid, go to sleep,” he said. “I’m not a kid,” I whined. Okay, I sounded like a kid right then, all whiny but hey, I had just woken up. Leave me alone. Still, I had nothing better to do so instead I rolled over, facing away from them and closed my eyes, falling asleep again. This time, when I woke up, Micheal was carrying me. “Awake?” he asked, an amused smile on his face. I nodded. It felt great to be in his arms. He just smiled at my nod and kept walking. Any other guy that I knew would have set me down right then and there. I’m mean, sure they would have made sure I had some balance and all but they still would have set me down. Micheal, on the other hand, continued to carry me through the dark tunnel towards the light. Cliché right? The tunnel had always creeped me out. It took forty five minutes to get through the entire thing and for most of that time it looked like a tunnel to Hell. Shilo had called in Hell on her shoes. Going in the tunnel was easy enough. If you walked in from where the tunnel let out, all you had to do was swing or slide down the ropes there and you’d be set. Getting out was harder especially if you kept failing the rope climb. As I found out my first day, I was the only one. Zero ended up having to come back down and carry me up on his back since Micheal refused to head up before the three of us did. I asked him why once and he said that they couldn’t do anything to him if he happened to get caught so he was more than willing to help us get away first. Plus he liked taking risk if the fact that he streaked and practically stripped naked was any indication of that. I glanced over Micheal’s shoulder at Devin and he glanced at me before nodding. I turned away. Okay, that guy, who was practically a homicidal maniac, really creeped me out. Micheal may trust him but I was keeping my eyes peeled. At least until we got a new teacher and Micheal stripped again. Then I was going to cover my eyes FAST to keep from drooling over him.

Mr.Disz

•May 27, 2011 • 2 Comments

As I know, you will definently be checking blogs because, I suspect, this is our final grade and all so everything must be checked.First off, I’d like to apologize sincerly for the lack of my syllabus and the poems I was told we had to write because of our “Field Trip”. The syllabus is at home on my desk where I put it when I needed to switch binders because the other fell to pieces. As for the poem, I was absent due to the fact that I was at home fighting the urge to vomit. Moving on, I believe my binder to be adequately in order and have even made sure I had all my Questions for Memorists. Seeing as how you only gave me half credit last binder check, I suspect that it is because of some personal grudge that you hold which should not affect my grade. Truthfully, the only thing that should cause my grade to plummet is my employability which I can understand considering the fact that while you are preaching to our class about such topics as the definition of Poetry (which I believed to be written by an English teacher) my friends and I are engaging in talks. Besides the employability I can see having points removed because to this minute I have not presented it. You may fail me if you like and frankly I don’t care but I’m going to have to inform you that I’d really rather not sink lower than an 80 considering the fact that I believe I should have at least an 90. Please take this into consideration and have a nice day,

                                                                                                 Olivia Cray

My Mystery

•May 19, 2011 • Leave a Comment

 

My mystery

 Setting: Akatsuki Base

 

Characters

Ariha

Taykoe

Misha

Hidan

Kisame

Tobi

Pein

Kakuzu

Problem

No More Cookies (aka spastic Taykoe and Misha)

 

“ARIHA!!!” Taykoe yelled, kicking down the door to her teammate’s bedroom. Ariha grumbled a bit. “The cookies are missing!” Taykoe wailed. “WHAT!” came Misha’s voice from down the hall. “Perfect,” Ariha grumbled, lifting her face from her pillow. Now Misha hovered in her doorway, also looking at her. “Alright, I’m up. Happy?” Ariha asked, pushing herself into a sitting position. Before she could even think of stretching, Misha and Taykoe grabbed her arm and pulled her into the hall. “Do you even know where we’re going to start?” Ariha yelled as they ran down the hall. “The kitchen of course!” was the reply.

(IN THE KITCHEN)

Ariha yawned as she poured a mug of coffee. “So,” she said, yawning. “What first?” Taykoe pointed to the cow shaped cookie jar. “We dust for fingerprints!” she declared. Ariha rubbed her eyes. “Um, no, nice guess though.” At that second, Pein stumbled into the kitchen. “Coffee,” he said, reaching for the pot. Ariha caught his hand. “Pein-sama, did you happen to eat cookies earlier?” she asked. He yanked his hand away. “Of course not! Now let me get some coffee!” he ordered. Ariha released him and let him get his coffee. Misha and Taykoe watched their exchange, bored. “That’s it?” Misha asked. Ariha sighed. “Yes. This isn’t a murder. We just have to ask people.” “And then?” Taykoe asked. ‘I use my many years of lying experience to see which of these pansies are guilty so that I can personally murder them,” Ariha replied, setting her mug in the sink. “Now then, onto the living room!” she said, leading them into said room.

(IN THE LIVING ROOM)

Kakuzu didn’t glance up from his paper as a pair of bare arms wrapped around his neck. “Ka.Ku.Zu,” Ariha cooed. “As long as you’re wearing clothes, I’ll do it,” he said. “We’ll see,” she said. “Do you happen to know who ate the cookies?” Taykoe asked. “Nope,” was the reply. Kisame’s head popped up from behind the couch. “Kakuzu doesn’t eat anything sweet,” he said. “Costs too much,” Kakuzu grumbled. “But Hidan and Tobi were watching a movie last night and they ran out of popcorn,” Kisame went on as if he’d never been interrupted. “And where’s Hidan now?” Misha asked. “His room,” Kisame replied. “There are some places even I won’t go. Hidan‘s bedroom is one of them,” Ariha declared. “Split up time?” Misha asked. Ariha nodded. In seconds, Misha and Taykoe were gone. “Oh no, I don’t mind! I’ll go find Tobi!” Ariha yelled sarcastically. She crossed her arms and stomped to the backyard. “Tobi! For your own sake you better be out here!” she yelled.

(Meanwhile, IN THE HALL OUTSIDE HIDAN’S BEDROOM WHICH IS ACROSS FROM THE LIVING ROOM)

“Hidan!!” Misha yelled through the door. “GO AWAY!” Hidan yelled. “Usually he says that around ritual time but it’s way too early,” Misha said. She glanced at Taykoe. “Do you think he stole the cookies and is eating them now?” she asked. “Hard to say. Besides, Ariha fell asleep on the table around five or six, remember? Wouldn’t he have had to gotten past her?” Taykoe asked. “True, she’s a really light sleeper even when she’s drunk and Hidan trying to be quiet is like a bull in a china shop,” Misha agreed. “Still, we have to check.” Misha smiled at Taykoe. “Stand back,” ordered Taykoe, roundhouse kicking the door in. “I said go away,” Hidan yelled, covering himself with the towel as both Taykoe, screaming, dragged Misha away.

 

(IN THE BACKYARD/GARDEN)

“Boy, you look tired,” Tobi remarked as Ariha hoisted him into a tree. “These ropes are tight,” he went on. “Yes well, you won’t sit still long enough for me to talk to you or even get answers and you’re too quiet for me to follow for long,” Ariha said, tying the rope around the tree. She stood back, hands on hips. “Now, my dear Tobi, did you eat any cookies during your movie with Hida-chan?” she asked in a sweet voice. “What movie?” Tobi asked. “Kisame said you and Hidan watched a movie last night.” “Did not!” Tobi said. Ariha crossed her arms. “Kisame,” she growled.

 

(IN THE LIVING ROOM) (AGAIN)

 

Ariha kneeled behind the couch, peeking underneath in the exact spot Kisame had been previously hiding behind. The entire floor behind the couch to the kitchen was sickeningly clean. “Hmm, interesting,” she mumbled. “What is?” Ariha jumped at Kisame’s voice. “Oh, the, uh, polish you used for the floor. Or whatever it was. Oh look at the time! My appointment starts in an hour!” she said as she ran from the room. “Well that was close,” she said, scratching a small black pebble off her face before pulling out her phone and calling Taykoe’s. “My room. Now,” she said as soon as Taykoe had picked up.

(IN ARIHA’S ROOM)

 

“So, Kisame lied about Tobi and Hidan watching a movie. Kakuzu doesn’t eat sweets and Pein, well, Pein can’t lie.” Misha said. “Take into account most everyone was drunk last night,” Ariha mumbled, massaging her forehead. “She makes a good point,” Misha agreed. Taykoe studied Ariha. “Ariha, I think I know who ate the cookies,” she said.

Mystery Solutions

•May 12, 2011 • Leave a Comment

 

The case of the ruined roses.(continued)

“What are you talking about?” Nina asked.Max smiled but said nothing to her as he walked away. “Max! TELL ME!” she yelled, running after him.

“So you really think it’s Sam?” Nina asked, after Max had finally told her. Although, he hadn’t really done it willingly, considering he was now pinned under her. “If you let me up, I will explain,” Max said. Nina rolled off her cousin and stood, waiting impatiently for him to stand and brush himself off. “Now then,” he began. “If you recall, Sam claimed to have been watching that lame documentary on UFO’S correct?” Nina crossed her arms. “Not lame but go on,” she urged. “Well according to you, mini munch, the whole UFO junk started in 1800. Didn’t Sam say something about some guy starting it in 1947?” Nina blinked. ‘I just got that. And yeah he did. Max you’re a genious!” Max smiled. “I know but I’m glad you admitted it. Now let’s go tell Coach.”

The case of the disappearing signs (also continued)

“Well who?” asked Mrs.Decker, turning off the water and wiping her hands on a dishtowel. “Who else would be motivated enough to jack signs but the person who has to live next to the house’s new occupants?” Max asked. His mother and Nina just looked at him. “Leave this one to me,” Nina said, sitting in a chair. “Well, we talked to everyone we could think off. Freddie couldn’t because he’s been tearing apart his old tree house in order to get a new bike. I heard him talking about it a few days ago and he was pretty bummed. Then we thought it was this guy Paul. He had a truck and he may have been tired off house searching for his uncle so he took the signs so no one else would buy the house. But we ruled that out fairly quickly.” “I’m sorry Nina but I don’t want to know who it isn’t. I want to know who it is,” Mrs. Decker said. “I’m getting there!” Nina nearly yelled. She crossed her arms. “Well, I’m no pyro expert but isn’t it a little weird for a fire to be going in the middle of July?” “What?” Mrs. Decker asked. “It was Mrs. Stearns,” Max clarrified. “Oh, but she’s so sweet and old.” “Exactly. Most old people prefer peace and quiet. She’s no exception. She was afraid that if people knew the house was on the market, she’d lose all the quiet.” At that moment, the phone rang. “Well, I’ll have a stern talk with Mrs.Stearns as soon as I can,” declared Mrs.Decker as she picked up the phone. “Hello?” “Yes, this is Mrs. Decker.” pause. “Oh that sounds delightful,” she declared, scribbling on a notepad and then hanging up. “Mom?” Max asked. “That house is as good as sold!”

ISR day2

•April 21, 2011 • Leave a Comment

ISR. Normal enough. In school restriction sounds totally fine. Except for the part where you never get to leave for ,like, ever. Okay, you never get to leave UNLESS you know Micheal, Shilo and Zero. They are three of the best escape artists I’ve ever met and they make it look easy even when they’re not teamed up. Shilo, through years of gymnastical arts ranging from ballet to skating, is the most flexible chick I know. And Zero, dear god, he does things that no boy should be able to do. And then there’s Micheal. He’s a tease, aa nympho, a risk taker and a troublemaker, but his heart’s in the right place. Did I mention he’s cute?

 

I ducked through the hidden door, humming. Zero was in his corner but Shilo was talking quietly to Micheal. I watched them  in the corner of my eye as I shut the door quietly and covered it with dirt. What could they possibly be talking about? Shilo clapped her hands. “Alright!” she said. I finished with the door and looked at her. She smiled back at me. “You, my darling, are looking at this school’s newest released prisoner. Well, one of them!” she announced. My heart stopped. Shilo and Zero were…leaving? Micheal sat on one of the tables meant to be our desks, crossing his arms. “Congrats,” he mumbled. Before anyone else could say a word, a plastic screen lowered to the floor, separating the chalkboard from us. Time for class because even in ISR we had to learn. I took the seat beside Micheal before Shilo or Zero could grab it. As she sat, Shilo eyed me weirdly but I didn’t care. “So when are you being released?” I asked. The teacher, Miss Carol, walked in. No one paid her any attention even when she clapped her hands to bring us to order. “Tomorrow, I think,” Shilo replied. “When should we expect you back?” Micheal inquired. Shilo tossed him a venomous look. “Never you nympho,” she hissed. I smiled. “Giving up your criminal ways?” I asked. Shilo rolled her eyes. “Please, I’m going to get better so that I don’t get caught.” Miss Carol was knocking on the plastic wall now. “Children!” she called. Shilo glanced at her, briefly, before turning back to Micheal. “Isn’t getting rid of teacher’s your specialty?” she inquired. I knew where things were going the second I heard Micheal’s shoes clomp onto the table. “Micheal, now, really?” I asked, covering my face with my hands so that no one could see me blush. I felt Micheal’s shirt plop onto my head, his scent surrounding me. “Zero! Gimmie a beat!” he instructed. I risked a peek at Shilo. Like me, her face was in her hands, mainly because of the deep love/hate relationship she and Micheal had. Shilo peeked over at me, as if sensing my stare.By now, Zero had launched into a beat and I could only imagine just what Micheal was doing. The table was shaking enough. Was Miss Carol, shy ,sweet, innocent Miss Carol, really immune to Micheal’s “signature strip tease”? I heard a door slam and got my answer. Nope! Micheal’s shirt was removed from my head and he flopped into his chair beside me, pulling on the white T-shirt. I smiled at him, lifting my head. ST7 flew into the room. “Mikey!” Micheal greeted. ST7 responded by zapping him.

                                Primitive human scum, you have chased another teacher away.

“True but they’re getting faster now,” Micheal joked. Another zap.

                                                Do you not wish to continue your education?

This time I spoke up. “Our education system put us in here.”

                                               You put yourself in here.

With that, ST7 flew out of the room. Micheal stood. “Guess I can let myself out,” he said. We all stood, brushing aside the dirt and leaving through the door. The tunnel beyond was only wide enough to walk two by two. Shilo pulled me back with her, holding me behind as the boys walked on. “After all that, my hard work wasted,” she grumbled. “What do you mean?” I asked. She smacked the back of my head. “I practically give you a half naked Micheal and all you do is look away and blush.” I blushed now. She’d done that for me? Was it really so obvious that I liked Micheal? Had he noticed? “Ladies, let’s go!” Micheal yelled. Shilo crossed her arms. “He may be dense but Zero and I aren’t. What are you going to do when it’s just the two of you in that room?” That was a good question. What was I going to do when Shilo and Zero left?

The Dime, The Dollar and the Drain (life of a dollar)

•April 7, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The Dime, The Dollar and the Drain.

Monday:

Me and Dime, we’re just sitting on this drain, tittering on the edge of one bar. One slim bar. Okay, it’s just me. Dime’s pretty much set. He’s right on the middle, chilling like he’s one of those coins painted on the billboard across the street.

Tuesday:

Today, the wind was so fierce! It blew me closer to the drain and I would have fallen in had I not had a piece of slowly stailing gum attached to my back. For the moment I was safe. Hearing my frantic screams, Dime panicked but upon hearing why I was screaming, he laughed. I knew he was relieved. Neither of us really wanted to be left on the drain alone and neither of us wanted to fall into the dark abyss but it still annoyed me that something so real was so funny to him.

Wednesday:

A new arrival! Her name is Penny.Like me, she titters on the edge of the dark abyss but seems cheerful about it. She’s got so many stories to tell about a home called pocket. And her family! They sound so amusing! Her grandfather was a dollar and her father was a quarter but he abandoned the family for adventure in the drain, leaving Penny, her cousin Dimea and her aunt, Quartera. I can’t believe her father would willingly go into the drain. But it doesn’t seem like that sucker’s comin’ back anytime soon.

Thrusday:

There’s absolutely no wind today. The air is stale, like it gets before a storm, and the sky overhead is dark. I dread the coming storm. So does Dime. Penny just seems fascinated by it. She’ll hate it soon enough. It’s an awful time when you feel that first drop of water smash onto you, soaking your papery corners or your engraved face (Dime). Dime and I, we’ve been through a lot of storms together. He’s rusted, tarnished actually. Me. Well, I’m crumpled, torn at the corners and covered in the grime that clings to these horrible bars as well as the piece of gum my previous owner spit on my back the fateful day he dropped me here. The fool mistook me for a napkin. But it was so long ago, I don’t even remember.

Friday:

It’s still raining. The streets are unusually empty of all humans. Penny, she’s humming a tune. The water makes her happy. Me? I’m absolutely miserable. Dime’s mood seems better. He likes Penny, I can tell. It looks to me that, though she seems oblivious, she knows more than she’s letting on. I role my eyes as, once again, Dime starts up a conversation directed only at Penny. The last time he’d done that, I’d answered his questions before Penny could and things got akward. I can tell Dime wants to say something but he doesn’t. He keeps his mouth shut even when Penny’s asleep. She’s a very heavy sleeper. I guess he intends to use the silent treatment as my punishment.

Saturday:

The street is void of all life. Even bugs. The rain stopped, last night and now the air is dry. Drier than stormy day dry. Dark clouds still rumble overhead, asserting their authority. I ask Penny what she thinks is going on. She doesn’t know. Dime ,when I ask him, refuses to answer, feigning sleep. He’s still mad but I’m too on edge to care. Let him hate me. It’s clear Penny doesn’t see the two of them together in the future. Besides, her bar is closer to mine than his. If anything, she and I would be a better match but I’d rather stay drain buddies rather than screw up a good thing.

Sunday:

It’s a tradgedy! A tradgedy, I say. The winds today were stronger than the usually taunting breeze. I felt that this was it. This tornado would be my undoing. After all it passed right by our homey little drain, tearing at the road in a fit of pure, unsupressed anger. Miraculously, my gum held tight to me. But Penny, oh sweet Penny, met her fate. She toppled into the drain, a look of fearful anticipation of her face. Now she would finally see what her father had seen. Dime, he cried, but his cries were lost in the wind. After the tornado, as life returned to the streets, he stopped, sniffing and acting macho once again. I smiled at this. Good, old unchanging Dime.

“Hey,” he said to me, his first word in what felt like ages.

“Yes?” I asked.

“What do you have to eat over there? I’m starving.”

A Day in ISR

•March 31, 2011 • Leave a Comment

You walk into the room and it looks perfectly normal. A boring, old everyday classroom with tormented students crouched over their work. Ha! But those are the good ones. The ones with minor offenses. You, my friend are a special case. You see, screaming at a teacher ensures you have a special place in ISR. A very special place indeed.

I cry out as the floor goes from plain tile to tile Slip and Slide in a heartbeat. I slide down, beneath the ISR room, until I’m sprawled on another tile floor. My backpack comes sliding up behind me, thumping against my back. “OW!” I yell, for emphasis. A little flying TV zooms over and words appear on its screen.

                            So nice of you to join us today. Please state your name.

Yeah, like I’m just going to do that. So I lie. “Sarah McCarthy,” I say. The screen blacks out for a second but then words appear again.

                                     You cannot bullshit me. I am smarter.

Worth a try,” I say with a shrug. The TV is still floating there so I sigh. “Taykoe,” I finally say.

                                                Thank you, future scum of America.

And then it flew away a little bit, waiting for me. I shouldered my bag and walked after it. “Couldn’t you, I don’t know, make it so I could just slide all the way there?” I asked sarcastically. Did I want to slide? No. But if this was my only way of rebellion well I was going to use it.

                                                                  As you wish.

And then the floor was a slide again, forcing me through a tunnel. A really dark tunnel. I screamed as I saw a light at the end and then I flew out, tackling one surprised guy. And a cute one at that. I stared down at him with his perfect silver eyes and his silver hair with blue tips. Okay behind cute, scrumptious. “Hey,” he said and I blushed at his voice. If this was a dream I so did not want to wake up. “I’m up for anything fun but right now I have to pee.” And just like that, the moment was ruined.  The TV flew in then. “Mike!” the guy said.

                                Primitive human, I am know as ST7 not an abbreviation of your name, Micheal.

“Nice to know,” Micheal said, leaping to his feet and leaving me sprawled on the floor. With a shock I realized there were two other people. A girl and a guy. The girl could have easily been his girlfriend. Not a good thing. “Kid, I wouldn’t lay on the floor too long,” said the one with black hair. My jaw literally dropped. O…M…G! Shilo Kuchiki! Daughter of Ariha and Byakuya Kuchiki. We’d grown up together but I barely recognized her. The other was Zero. He looked bored which I suspected was genetic since his mother, Misha, always looked bored whenever we went to visit. “Dude, what are you guys doing here?” I asked. Shilo raised her hand. “I got caught trying to steal files from the principal’s office,” she said. I looked at Zero. “He helped,” Shilo added. I looked at Micheal. “And you?” He looked calmly back. “Well, one charge was streaking across the football field and the other was performing a strip tease on a teacher’s desk in the middle of class.” “And he does so even in here!” Shilo complained.

                                                       No talking!

“OH BITE ME!” Shilo growled, crossing her arms like the princess she was so obviously raised to be. ST7 did not respond. It just flew out of the room. “So,” Micheal said, rising. “Who wants to go home?” “WHAT?” I cried looking at each one in turn as they all stood. “You didn’t think we were just going to sit around and waste away did you?” Shilo asked as Zero dusted the dirt away from a door in the wall. “We have our ways of escape.” One of Micheal’s arms slid around my shoulder. “Trust me, little Taykoe-chan. You’re stuck with us for a long time now that you ended up down here. You’ve joined the pack and we look out for our own.” Shilo rolled her eyes as Zero pried open the door. “You always say that you nympho,” she grumbled before stepping through the door. Zero followed and Micheal  led me after them. “I warn you, kid. Shilo’s annoying and Zero barely talks but they’re good allies. Plus you’ve got me. And I’m just naturally awesome.” I smiled. Okay, it wasn’t as much of a suckish day in ISR  as I had first thought.

Perspective

•March 31, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The chair has been with me for years. I met my Betty at a dance, the prize, this very chair. Who would have thought a hoedown win would be so…so precious to me. I sit here, one hand on the chair, the other on Rufus’s head, rocking slowly, listening to Rufus pant and Betty fuss around in the kitchen. To her, the chair is a piece  of junk. But to me, this here rockin’ chair is my throne.

I watch that old man, patting that mutt. That drooling mutt. I guess I’m no better. I’m drooling over that fine, oak wood. I get tingles just thinking about it. God, what I wouldn’t do to sink my teeth into that wood. Now I really am drooling and I’m practically drowning in it but I don’t care. Why? Why do humans build such temptingly scrumpcious things and not expect a termite like myself to come and munch on the fruits of their labor? I move closer. Maybe just a nibble, I say to myself, opening wide. As I prepare to bite, that stupid mutt opens his mouth, forcing my attention away from the chair. Another human. Oh great. This guy has a big nose and some really big feet. Hey wait, those feet are-AH! *squash*

“Hello sir,” I greet, pulling out my business card. The old man just looks at me, his butt ruining the finest rocking chair I have ever seen South of Virgina. I remind myself to approach with caution. Beside the marvelous chair is the old man’s shot gun. Oh dear. “Sir, that there is the finest rocking chair I’ve seen this far South. I’m an antique collector and I would simply love to purchase it from you.” Again,the old man just looks at me, like I’ve got three heads or something.  Slowly, he rocks. His dog has begun to gnaw on the chair arm, every chop like a thousand swords through my heart. The old man pats his dog. “Sorry, fancy pants. Rufus likes the chair too much for me to sell it.”

Chu chu! Too many days on the tracks but alas, I finally see the station. Finally, some rest! I cannot wait. Hopefully, without the conductor noticing, I speed up, eager for these noisy humans to stream out of me. Those terrible kids have forced my cushioned seats into a flat submission. Station, I chant. Over and over again as I speed toward the station. My lack of sleep motivates me. Faster! Faster.  Like I’m racing against some unknown enemy. Faster! Faster! Salvation. I pull into the station, feeling those snotty brats run out, focusing on torturing the benches at the stop with their nose picking and sticky fingers. Good riddance. The station master approaches with another conductor in tow. They speak to my conductor and I realize with dread that the new conductor needs the train. Inwardly I groan as I feel more humans board me. There are even more nose picking, sticky fingered kids. Sometimes I hate the station. This is my last thought before I force myself into a steady chug.

I fly through that damn pillar of smoke, oblivious to it at first. Not anymore. Now I can’t breathe or see. Blasted train! Infernal human torture contraption! Why must thee pollute my precious lungs? Man, I really need to stop listening to old men reciting Shakespeare in the park.  I dive low and land on top of the train. At least these stupid things are good for something though not much.

I run and run, breath slow as I push past people, knocking some over with my suitcase. I barely have time to apologize. Hailee made me late, shopping at such a slow speed and then having the audacity to drive like my grandmother. Yeah, like Misha couldn’t have waited just a little longer to be picked up. I hear them behind me. “Move!” Misha yells , whacking people out of her way with her suitcase. Hailee is bringing up the rear, waiting for Misha to clear the way for her. I ignore them both. I can’t be late. Not for this meeting.  The train is already pulling out of the station. Damn!

And around and around and around. My passengers are lucky they’re hot. Otherwise, I would sooo not put up with the over the speed limit speed and the gravelly feel of highway against my face. And the noise! Oh dear, do not get me started on the noise.  I hear my passengers arguing. “Ariha! Slow down,” yells the girl in the back seat. She’s hanging out the window a bit, lookin’ a little green. The girl in the passenger seat is waving her hands out the window and the driver? Well, she’s lost her mind. But, like I said, they’re lucky they’re hot.

I have found them. Among all the cars and humans on this God forsaken highway, I have found them. And they don’t even see me. Yet. Should I dive bomb them or just report back to master. Dive bombing sounds fun. I angle and launch. Ariha sees me and turns, her gun aimed at me. Boosh! Her bullet pierces my wing. The agony! I fall, body hitting that hard gravel, watching the car speed away. I swear that tire is laughing at me. I groan, rolling over, little pebbles  sinking into my skin. Damn it all! And now here comes a car! Wait! NO! AHHH!!!

“Oh we are flying in an airplane, looking out a window, watching the clouds go by. c/ c/.” She looked at me, expression somber. “Shut up, now,” she ordered. I grinned, looking out the window.  And that’s when my heart dropped. I had no clue where we were. All I knew was that the road, black and simmering with midday heat was covered in cars. “Uh, heh heh, Shina, where are we?” I asked. Shina grinned at me. “Got us lost huh? Not a good thing when it’s your first day as head pilot. At this rate, you are so demoted.” She sat back crossing her arms. “Good luck, Captain.” I turned back to the control, heart pounding. I had screwed up BIG TIME and Shina was willing to let me pay. But I wasn’t. I narrowed my eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of some sign to the nearest airport.  At least then, I wouldn’t be responsible for having to make a crash landing just because we ran out of fuel.

16 on the 17!!!

•March 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Yes, conceited as this sounds Happy 16 th to me! ^~^. Yay yay yay yay yay!!!!

lol

What ifs yo!

•February 24, 2011 • Leave a Comment

`What If’s 1) If I could fly wherever I wanted, hopefully after I conquered my fear of heights, I’d probably replace walking with flying. It seems a whole lot easier and frankly, I’d save a lot on shoes since, again hopefully, I wouldn’t wear out my shoes as fast as I do now. I’d probably fly mainly at school to avoid the gum people feel the need to drop on the ground or to avoid those clusters of idiots that stop and just gather right in the hallway inconsiderate of others need to get to class. 2) Okay, no televisions. Can you say bad thing? Actually, I think it would be a mix of both. Even though people may not have TV they still have computer and internet. And the magical internet still provides people with the means to watch their TV shows. 3) If people never cooperated, absolutely nothing would get done. Houses would be left unbuilt, patients left unexamined, jobs and businesses left rancid! Oh the horror and tragedy. Of course, it’s not always important for people to cooperate. Sometimes a little competition fuels people to succeed, usually making them better at something because they feel the undying need to prove they’re better. 4) First off, if it really rained cats and dogs, I’d probably step in a poodle. Second, I think the hospitals would start filling with asthmatic kids who were unlucky enough to get caught up in the “rain”. And thirdly, all the cats and dogs would just overfill our animal shelters and pounds even more then they already are. 5) If animals could talk, I think we humans would be in trouble. Maybe of losing our jobs or, in the case of a kid, getting caught doing something we shouldn’t. And if I could ask an animal something I’d probably want to ask them what they’re problem was. Especially the dogs that bark outrageously at a knock on the door or a person passing by the house on the other side of the street. 6) If you’ve ever been to a uniformed school, pretty much everyone wears the same clothes. But if everyone wore EXACTLY the same clothes, the world would be really boring. Like an ocean of one color. Not only that but for parents with twins or triplets, I think it would be near impossible for them to tell their kids apart. 7) If I threw a piece of trash on the ground, I’d more than likely pick it up and throw it away. I hate litter bugs. But if everyone threw a piece of trash on the ground, more than likely only half would pick it up and throw it away. Maybe not even half. The wind would end up carrying the trash away and polluting the planet even more which would continue to kill our earth but then again that’s really the only thing we humans excel at. 8) If I could walk up walls and across ceilings, I would finally manage to, first of all, get the remains of the dead bug off my ceiling (it’s been dead and up there for way to long) and second I’d go online and download the spider man theme song just so I could play it whenever I was on the ceiling. I’d also be like a spy of my house or school. Just hang on the ceiling and wait to hear what people say. 9) If I grew taller than the trees, we’d have a problem. I would lose every game of hide and go seek and when it rained I’d have nowhere to go unless someone would build a house for me. Which I doubt anyone would do for free and that would be something I can’t afford. 10) If there were no cars, buses, trains, boats, or planes, I sure hope there are bicycles, horse drawn carriages and roller skates otherwise, we are walking. And it doesn’t seem to fun walking from, say, Washington to Utah. Of course, the lack of vehicles on land and sea would mean Middle Eastern Immigrants would be few if any at all. 11) If people lived under water. First off, AWESOME! Second, it be Atlantis two. People could live in underwater caves or build a kelp castle like in The Little Mermaid. Kids could play games like Marco Polo and race to the water’s surface and back. And school would be taught by a jellyfish named Mr. Shock who would teach things like the History of the Sea and stuff. LOL, Kelp sculpting 101. 12) If I found gold in my backyard, I’d dig it up, store it and wait until I needed it. I’d keep it a secret mainly because people are greedy and I wouldn’t want strangers in my backyard, digging up my tulips trying to score some gold. It would drive me insane. But with the gold I save, I’d probably trade it in for money and then donate that money to a charity. 13) No bully better bother me on my way home. He or she may find themselves missing a few dozen teeth. I’m far more tired when I get off the bus than when I get on and really, when I’m tired, NO ONE wants to mess with me. Unless they have a death wish of course. 14) I’d celebrate because clearly, the test was jank. And if I did poorly, I know it’s not a reflection of me but of the teacher’s inability to teach and help a student understand. Either that or it’s a display of how little I care about the class . 15) If my friend borrowed something and didn’t give it back, I’d either sneak in her house and take it back or borrow some of her stuff and hold it ransom until I got my stuff back. Either that or we’d both totally forget and I wouldn’t get my stuff back. 16) First, why am I a teacher? I’d hate that job with a passion. And I probably wouldn’t assign any homework because I’d remember my school years and the life that I could’ve had if homework hadn’t ruined my life. 17) Well, if the lake was infested with crocodiles or alligators and my boat sprang a leak, my first instinct would be to yell for help. Then, knowing the chances of anyone saving me, I’d probably start whacking the bloodthirsty reptiles with my paddle. Of course, if the lake was safe, I’d swim to shore. 18) If my friend had a broken leg, I’d avoid her at all costs because chances are she’d either feel all emo, which would depress me and make it hard to cheer her up. Either that or she’d be really ticked off and lash out making it even harder to cheer her up because I’d feel the need to lash out and defend myself. 19) If I woke up in another country (hopefully Japan)and no one understood me, I’d open a window and yell “Where am I?” With hope my echo wouldn’t answer. That would creep me out. 20) Me order an ice cream? Please. I’ll send my brother and then, once the ice cream is ordered, I’d plot out a plan. He’d be the distraction and I’d be the one to sneak away with the ice cream. 21) If someone cut in front of me at the movies and they weren’t a)the elderly, b) a kid with a birthday and c) someone with a disability or deadly disease I’d probably have to punch their lights out. Or simply slip in front of them and give them my death glare. 22) Well, I don’t eat hot dogs since they taste weird so I’d let my friend have it. And if she didn’t want it then we’ll give it to the dog. 23) If my two best friends went to a movie without me, I’d find out what movie they went to first. If it was something I’d wanted to see, I’d be pretty ticked and probably stop talking to them but if it was a movie I didn’t want to see but both of them did then I wouldn’t really care. 24) If I got a present I didn’t like, I’d act like I did (if the person was right in front of me) and later, maybe a week or two later when people tend to forget things, I’d regift it to some other friend. 25) Why wouldn’t I feed my pet? Well, I’ve forgotten before (TT^TT) but my brother usually catches on and rights my wrong. 26) If I was told a joke that wasn’t funny, 1) I’d stare blankly at them for a few minutes, 2) walk away, 3)buy them a joke book and 4) deliver it to them and say enjoy. Hopefully they learn from that cause if not, well, I’m out of ideas. 27) If I was friends or `What If’s 1) If I could fly wherever I wanted, hopefully after I conquered my fear of heights, I’d probably replace walking with flying. It seems a whole lot easier and frankly, I’d save a lot on shoes since, again hopefully, I wouldn’t wear out my shoes as fast as I do now. I’d probably fly mainly at school to avoid the gum people feel the need to drop on the ground or to avoid those clusters of idiots that stop and just gather right in the hallway inconsiderate of others need to get to class. 2) Okay, no televisions. Can you say bad thing? Actually, I think it would be a mix of both. Even though people may not have TV they still have computer and internet. And the magical internet still provides people with the means to watch their TV shows. 3) If people never cooperated, absolutely nothing would get done. Houses would be left unbuilt, patients left unexamined, jobs and businesses left rancid! Oh the horror and tragedy. Of course, it’s not always important for people to cooperate. Sometimes a little competition fuels people to succeed, usually making them better at something because they feel the undying need to prove they’re better. 4) First off, if it really rained cats and dogs, I’d probably step in a poodle. Second, I think the hospitals would start filling with asthmatic kids who were unlucky enough to get caught up in the “rain”. And thirdly, all the cats and dogs would just overfill our animal shelters and pounds even more then they already are. 5) If animals could talk, I think we humans would be in trouble. Maybe of losing our jobs or, in the case of a kid, getting caught doing something we shouldn’t. And if I could ask an animal something I’d probably want to ask them what they’re problem was. Especially the dogs that bark outrageously at a knock on the door or a person passing by the house on the other side of the street. 6) If you’ve ever been to a uniformed school, pretty much everyone wears the same clothes. But if everyone wore EXACTLY the same clothes, the world would be really boring. Like an ocean of one color. Not only that but for parents with twins or triplets, I think it would be near impossible for them to tell their kids apart. 7) If I threw a piece of trash on the ground, I’d more than likely pick it up and throw it away. I hate litter bugs. But if everyone threw a piece of trash on the ground, more than likely only half would pick it up and throw it away. Maybe not even half. The wind would end up carrying the trash away and polluting the planet even more which would continue to kill our earth but then again that’s really the only thing we humans excel at. 8) If I could walk up walls and across ceilings, I would finally manage to, first of all, get the remains of the dead bug off my ceiling (it’s been dead and up there for way to long) and second I’d go online and download the spider man theme song just so I could play it whenever I was on the ceiling. I’d also be like a spy of my house or school. Just hang on the ceiling and wait to hear what people say. 9) If I grew taller than the trees, we’d have a problem. I would lose every game of hide and go seek and when it rained I’d have nowhere to go unless someone would build a house for me. Which I doubt anyone would do for free and that would be something I can’t afford. 10) If there were no cars, buses, trains, boats, or planes, I sure hope there are bicycles, horse drawn carriages and roller skates otherwise, we are walking. And it doesn’t seem to fun walking from, say, Washington to Utah. Of course, the lack of vehicles on land and sea would mean Middle Eastern Immigrants would be few if any at all. 11) If people lived under water. First off, AWESOME! Second, it be Atlantis two. People could live in underwater caves or build a kelp castle like in The Little Mermaid. Kids could play games like Marco Polo and race to the water’s surface and back. And school would be taught by a jellyfish named Mr. Shock who would teach things like the History of the Sea and stuff. LOL, Kelp sculpting 101. 12) If I found gold in my backyard, I’d dig it up, store it and wait until I needed it. I’d keep it a secret mainly because people are greedy and I wouldn’t want strangers in my backyard, digging up my tulips trying to score some gold. It would drive me insane. But with the gold I save, I’d probably trade it in for money and then donate that money to a charity. 13) No bully better bother me on my way home. He or she may find themselves missing a few dozen teeth. I’m far more tired when I get off the bus than when I get on and really, when I’m tired, NO ONE wants to mess with me. Unless they have a death wish of course. 14) I’d celebrate because clearly, the test was jank. And if I did poorly, I know it’s not a reflection of me but of the teacher’s inability to teach and help a student understand. Either that or it’s a display of how little I care about the class . 15) If my friend borrowed something and didn’t give it back, I’d either sneak in her house and take it back or borrow some of her stuff and hold it ransom until I got my stuff back. Either that or we’d both totally forget and I wouldn’t get my stuff back. 16) First, why am I a teacher? I’d hate that job with a passion. And I probably wouldn’t assign any homework because I’d remember my school years and the life that I could’ve had if homework hadn’t ruined my life. 17) Well, if the lake was infested with crocodiles or alligators and my boat sprang a leak, my first instinct would be to yell for help. Then, knowing the chances of anyone saving me, I’d probably start whacking the bloodthirsty reptiles with my paddle. Of course, if the lake was safe, I’d swim to shore. 18) If my friend had a broken leg, I’d avoid her at all costs because chances are she’d either feel all emo, which would depress me and make it hard to cheer her up. Either that or she’d be really ticked off and lash out making it even harder to cheer her up because I’d feel the need to lash out and defend myself. 19) If I woke up in another country (hopefully Japan)and no one understood me, I’d open a window and yell “Where am I?” With hope my echo wouldn’t answer. That would creep me out. 20) Me order an ice cream? Please. I’ll send my brother and then, once the ice cream is ordered, I’d plot out a plan. He’d be the distraction and I’d be the one to sneak away with the ice cream. 21) If someone cut in front of me at the movies and they weren’t a)the elderly, b) a kid with a birthday and c) someone with a disability or deadly disease I’d probably have to punch their lights out. Or simply slip in front of them and give them my death glare. 22) Well, I don’t eat hot dogs since they taste weird so I’d let my friend have it. And if she didn’t want it then we’ll give it to the dog. 23) If my two best friends went to a movie without me, I’d find out what movie they went to first. If it was something I’d wanted to see, I’d be pretty ticked and probably stop talking to them but if it was a movie I didn’t want to see but both of them did then I wouldn’t really care. 24) If I got a present I didn’t like, I’d act like I did (if the person was right in front of me) and later, maybe a week or two later when people tend to forget things, I’d regift it to some other friend. 25) Why wouldn’t I feed my pet? Well, I’ve forgotten before (TT^TT) but my brother usually catches on and rights my wrong. 26) If I was told a joke that wasn’t funny, 1) I’d stare blankly at them for a few minutes, 2) walk away, 3)buy them a joke book and 4) deliver it to them and say enjoy. Hopefully they learn from that cause if not, well, I’m out of ideas. 27) If I was friends or wanted to be friends with someone who didn’t speak English, I’d hang around them for a while and try and teach them a little so they could understand. Either that, or, for fun, I would carry around a something to English dictionary, a white board and a marker. If the dictionary fails, I can always draw a picture wanted to be friends with someone who didn’t speak English, I’d hang around them for a while and try and teach them a little so they could understand. Either that, or, for fun, I would carry around a something to English dictionary, a white board and a marker. If the dictionary fails, I can always draw a picture

 
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