Rated Teen For Graphic Gore/Blood Violence and Language
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"Hey baby!"
Wolf whistles. Great; just what I needed on this "wonderful day."
"Why did I wear a skirt into town? Tell me why…" mumbled under my breath with a mental eye roll. By the way, that was rhetorical, pal.
"Hey! Wait up pretty lady!" The boy ran up to me grinning and blocked my path. He was approximately thirteen, innocent but obnoxious by his looks. The group of boys by the ice cream shop obviously belonged to him; they were laughing and looking in our direction.
"Yo baby, are your legs tired; cause you've been running through my mind all day!~"
Wanker.
He was showing off his swagger and such, which was funny because he looked more than a little ridiculous. I'm pretty sure backwards yankee hats, saggy jeans and family guy tee shirts went out of style as soon as the notion for them was conceived. This whole ritual was only slightly more idiotic than my BFF's "dance to attract the opposite gender."
Oh shut up, Iggy.
"Well, I'll give you points for not using the "did you just fart" pick up line, but I must say that your whole presentation lacks quite a bit to be desired. Morons like you need to be more original in order to genuinely impress a girl, otherwise women will be attracted to you sheerly out of pity." I smiled sweetly and talked in a higher pitch than usual. Of course, my voice almost always got higher when talking to strange people and trying to summon up courage. Like, Spanish oral exams… for instance.
"Hey babe, don't blame me! The voices in my head were telling me to flirt with you!"
At this point in our "conversation", I had already turned and started walking away, but I now flipped myself around and walked back to face him.
"Really? Interesting! The voice in my head is telling me to backhand you acrass the face while calling you a bloody bugging pervert, then draw the union jack on your unconscious face in sharpie. He also wants me to hurry up this conversation so we can go eat scones and drink tea at Chez Alice then work on mah grammaticlical skills. My voice's name is Arthur, what's yours'? I bet he's not as cool and doesn't take over your body while you sleep causing you to wake up with the taste of burnt fish in your mouth and no recollection of how it got there. No? I didn't think so. Bye bye, dear friend and watch your back in dark alleyways." Finishing my long monologue in once breath with triumphant satisfaction, I turned once again and began skipping away, leaving an open mouthed teen boy gaping on the sidewalk.
It wasn't far to Chez A's, but as soon as I was out of sight of the boys on the corner, the mental barrage started.
What was that! You didn't have to tell them everything! What did I tell you about keeping this whole thing a secret!
"Aw come off it Arthur. Considering that they probably just think I'm a mental patient, nothing's been leaked. Besides, you DID tell me to slap him…" It was a soft murmur and unnecessary since we could talk by just think speaking to each other. Still, talking to myself made me feel less crazy… somehow.
I didn't tell you to draw a flag on his face missy! You stole that idea from the Power of One!
"Damn right I did."
That is terrible grammar and you know it! By the way, I only took control of you one time. I was hungry.
"For burnt mackerel? Arthur, it took a full bottle of Listerine and two poor tooth brushes to get that taste out of my mouth! And I couldn't get the stink out of my skin either, pal. Three days! Three days until I stopped smelling like fish."
If you keep this talking to yourself up, you'll be committed.
"That's what I'm hoping for-"
"Hey!"
Him again?
Great, the boy I'd freaked out was back… which was unexpected. He was panting; he must have had to sprint to catch up to me. What can I say? I have long legs and a fast gait. Plus, the guy was pretty short… actually I only just now realized how short he was. Wow, I must have REALLY been having a bad day to not notice he'd been a dwarf the entire time we were "chatting."
"Hey, I. Just wanted. To ask. You. A question…"
"Ok… shoot."
"Do you know anyone by the name of Arthur Bernard Kirkland?"
"… No…" Sure, I knew an Arthur Kirkland but…
Arthur… is he… is he talking about you?
…
Arthur? I gasped as something strange happened. When I looked into the boy's eyes, I noticed that his irises, which had previously been light brown, were now a shade of bright blue. The world suddenly blurred and slowed down around us and I felt a panic that wasn't my own and could hear my heart beat spiraling out of control. It was as if I was spinning with my feet off the ground and I couldn't move my own body. I didn't like that feeling, no not at all.
"Ar-Arthur!" I gasped. I couldn't hear my own voice and my mouth wasn't moving according to my reflection in the shop window. "What's going on!" The world spun faster beneath my feat and it felt as though I needed to puke, but couldn't.
"How does he know my full name?" My voice spoke on its own and thundered in my ears. The shop window said I was speaking, but I sure as hell hadn't said anything.
"I'm right here, Arthur." The boy said, with the same thundering loudness.
I felt myself jump and the dizziness only escalated. "Arthur! What's going on- the hell?" My head turned and noticed its reflection in the window.
"Oh my God. Baby I am so sorry!" I said. Only it wasn't me. I didn't have bright green eyes. Arthur did. Arthur was channeling through me. Fu-
BAM! It was like I smacked into a brick wall, but at least I could feel the world around me again. That didn't keep me from falling, though. The boy didn't look too good either.
Baby, I didn't mean for that. I'm so sorry.
His apology was cut short.
Arthur, so it is you.
I didn't recognize that voice. It didn't feel like Arthur. It wasn't.
Arthur who is this? What's going on?
…
Arthur?
So, you're dead too…Alfred…
