The end of the world began when Paul's Prius blew up. I was driving along the beach with my mortal friend Rachel when it just suddenly exploded. Weird.
But before that, she had been in the middle of asking if I wanted to go with her and her parents to St. Thomas for a vacation. My answer? Of course! Who could say no to sunny beaches, perfect weather, and *sigh* the ocean? I know I couldn't.
But before I could answer Rachel about the St. Thomas thing,
Paul's Prius exploded. I was thrown one direction and my friend the other.
When I got up from the sand, I noticed Blackjack with Beckendorf on his back flying above the wreckage. Both looked shocked and Beckendorf had his hands cupped around empty air.
But then my Pegasus began to laugh nervously as Rachel staggered out of the ocean. Blackjack's nervous giggle turned into a real, loud laugh when he actually saw the teen. He was chortling so hard that Beckendorf tumbled off his back and into a nearby sand dune.
It turned out that the pile of sand was home to a little but ferocious crab which angrily bit my friend.
"OWWWW!!!!" Beckendorf began a kind of strange dance in an effort to get rid of the crab that was clinging to his knee.
Now I was laughing, and my laughter only increased when saw Rachel. Her beautiful red locks, including her eyebrows, had been burned off in the explosion. All that remained was an inch-in-diameter circle of hair right in the middle of her head.
It wasn't long before Beckendorf was laughing as well. "What?" asked my mortal friend. She looked pretty confused. "Hair" Beckendorf managed to choke out
"Hu-" Rachel began but then her hands flew to her head. "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE'S MY HAIR!!!"
"Rachael-" I began but was cut off. " I'M RUINED!!!! RUINED!!! NOW I CAN'T BE ON PARIS HILTON'S NEW BFF!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?!" With that shouted she marched over to Beckendorf and (again) began to yell, only this time in his ear. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!" The next thing Rachel did was pretty surprising: she punched him.
Then she tried, with dignity, (which would be pretty hard considering what she looked like) to turn around and walk away, but instead she fell on her butt on the beach bucket I left their last summer. Rachel got up, attempted to flip her remaining hair over her shoulder, and strode ungracefully down the beach.
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