Disclaimer: I like pie and pennies and ponies and puppies and pickles and princesses and pinatas and porcupines and platypi and pinnochio and pirates and parrots!....and this is, thus far, all mine. except for Twilight and Outlander. _
CHAPTER ONE
"Just Another Bag Full of Bricks"
Okay. So I read Outlander a bajillion times. Read it last night. Then I went online to SoS and stared at the screen trying to conjure Marian muse. Too bad the Goddesses of Muse hate me; I can't even spin my chair, like Ger does.
And you might wonder, what the #$% does this have to do with anything? Nothing at all, really. Just random crap that I like spewing. See, I like lucky charms, cause they make me feel good and fuzzy and spiffy and donchaknow?
Eh, whatever, what do you people care. I don't even know you so blah blah blah I went to Driver's Education the other day. Well, I went this morning, too. It was fun. We had to pick teammembers and then name our team. Like usual, I was thrown together with some random people that I didn't know, and we were forced to collaborate.
Mr. Biggin expected us to name our teams after a part of an automobile. I was going to suggest the "Radiators" but the doods came up with the "Gastanks." O.o Implying what...?
Whatever, so we managed to get through the morning. And then come 9:30. My dad forgot he was supposed to pick me up, and I hitched a ride with Leah and Megs and Kinsey. Joy to the world, may they burn in hell.
Seriously, preppy teenagers who adored Twilight and wouldn't touch Outlander if they were payed a thousand buckeroos. And to think they want to drag me into their lair and force me to morph into one of them...No way, jose! Not in a million years, not-uh!
Well, I somehow survived the ride back home (the five longest miles I have ever has the misfortune to drive) and crawled up into my father's flat - yes, flat, sheesh. We were living in an "appartment" and had been so ever since our house got flooded out. Well, actually, not true: we lived in my dad's office for a few months, but I digress.
Point is, it was a tiny little piece of crap; my room should have been a closet, the walls were flimsy little twigs, and the oven didn't work. Pisses me off everytime I think about it; I like cookies, real cookies, not the crap you buy at the store, but I can't get them with a bum oven. Sucks pizzazz.
But whatever. Anyway, so I crawled up to my father's flat and, much to my dismay, no one was home. My brother was over at his dorky little play day thing with his dinky little friend, and my dad was in Madison for some sort of session. Well, just dandy. Home alone, in the middle of no where, with nothing to do. Wait, scratch thaat! I could go out to Juliee's!
Juliee's is a farm, about five miles away from town. A horse farm, to be true, where I got my horse, and where I occasionally work and hang out. I hadn't been there in a while, though...Well, off I went, biking up and down the many hills and out to Juliee's. I think I got heat stroke half-way there, because I couldn't bike for a while and had to
Well, after that long long long long long adventure up and down the hills of the Driftless Area, I finally arrived and did my thing. Basically I played with the horses, kicked out at the chiuahah dogs that tried to bite me, and poked Tristan, the freakishly tall humanoid who happens to be two years younger than me. Did I mention that he's freakishly tall?
Ah, and after that, I got a ride home. We had to strap the bike to the outside of the car, because Juliee, for some reason, has a freakishly small car, one of those "evironmentally friendly" cars. Once home, I crawled up the seventeen steps and stumbled into the flat for the second time that day. Home sweet home.
Into bed I went, dirty as I was. I was too tired to put forth the effort to shower and brush my teeth and do all those other stupid idiotic inane things that normal people do. And it wasn't long before my already pitch dark room faded off into the netherness. The last few things I were aware of were how lumpy my decades-old mattress were, and that it was freakishly cool, even though it was summer and I was underneath my comforter...
And before no time, it was morning again. I was still sleeping, or at least, trying to. Okay, that was a lie; I was awake, and I didn't want to , I mean, for the past nine months I'd busted my butt to get up freakishly early and go to school and do freakishly well. But school was OUT! OUT I TELL YOU! OUT! Was it too much to ask to be allowed to sleep in?
The answer, I guess, was yes. Because *someone* had decided to open the door to my room and let in all the bloody light. So much for triple curtains on the windows. Well, no more fantatising about Kakashi or Itachi or Kenpachi or who else it was that was on my list. And just when I'd finally conjured up something witty to say...
Yawning, I stretched out my arms and snuggled deeper into my bed, willing the light to go away. Fat chance. Still, it was nice and comfty to just press my head into the pillow and will the world away. Maybe wake up a little, make it so that my eyes don't go on too much of a fender-bender when they finally let the light in. And it gave me time to think about what I wanted for breakfast...lucky charms or strawberry wheaties...
I decided on lucky charms. When in doubt, go with lucky charms. Or so I tell myself. Not like it was going to get me out of bed any sooner. still, I liked to think about what I was going to eat ahead of time. Made everything taste better.
Actually, there are only a few thing that will get me out of bed. School, Horses, Kitties, and Nature Calls. Doubtless there were others, but those seem to always make it highest one my list. Hey, I like making lists. They're fun to make and they help me keep organized and I can scratch out the lists and then make new ones when I don't like the first or second or fifth ones. Cool, huh.
My tummy rumbled, and I groaned. Just thinking of breakfast had made me famished. This was what I tended to classify as Nature Calls, and if you read my list before, it's one of the more important things in life. That and my mini-library. And the fridge. And the toilet that flushes...and running water....and you get the point already!
So I reached my hand into the pillow case and searched for my aids, which I always hide there when I go to sleep at night. That way, if we have another fire, I won't risk losing them like I almost did the last time. After some blind grasping, I finally found 'em and plugged 'em into my ears. With a noisy kind of snuffle and a sort of moan that rattled out of me as I got out of the comforts of bed, I forced myself to crack my eyes open and face the world.
Ah, yes, the title probably doesn't make much sense, given the content..well tough cookies! It's a song name, and I happen to like the band that plays that song. A cookie to the first ten people that can tell me the band!! (Pretty Eyes, shhhhh)
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