This is going to be a pretty long entry, I'm afraid. I sprained my
ankle in that little mess with the school French Club and the
guillotine, and the doctor wants me to stay off it completely. I'm
going to be missing my riding lessons for a while, and karate for
longer.
Would you believe that every single set of crutches is being used??
Stranger Fiction
The rest of the world seems to be adapting. Professional wrestling
hasn't changed much, although the folding chairs seem to be getting
damaged a lot faster. The Olympics, on the other hand, were *wicked.*
I didn't know you could make a bobsled do that sort of thing!
School's pretty good. There's been talk about a dress code or
uniforms, but I don't think they'll do anything about it until the
issue's decided between the guidance counselors (who've taken a liking
to liederhosen) and the administrators (boots, hats, chaps, and Texas
accents). The social life of most of the girls has gone straight
downhill since the quarterback announced the dating-by-combat of the
captain of the cheerleading squad. I kind of feel sorry for her,
especially after seeing the DVD shuriken from the computer club
yesterday morning, but we're guaranteed to win the next cheer
competition.
A lot more people have started taking martial arts lessons. I signed
up for a karate class, along with a couple of the girls from the
stable. It's tricky, but I think we've worked out a way to use some
of the moves on horseback. The hardest part has been training the
horses to stay calm, because we decided that the rider losing contact
with the saddle and touching ground is going to be disqualifying.
Martial Arts Steeplechase, here I come!
I haven't seen much in the way of police action for the sparring
matches that seem to break out all over the place. There was a great
one at the mall the other day- Karen and Zoe both wanted the same
blouse, and it was the last one in stock. It ended in a double
knockout, something to do with what was supposed to be a smoke bomb
that Zoe threw. (She works at the department store perfume counter,
and I think she's a little overenthusiastic.) The blouse got
wrecked.
What else is going on? The delivery from the local Chinese and
Indian restaurants has gotten a lot quicker, but they're starting to
give off the feeling that small tip = much pain. There's some
rumors going around about "cursed shower stalls" at the gym, but
that's got to just be gossip. Nobody's going to believe the "very
tragic stories" that the coach keeps talking about.
Maybe I can write more later. I don't know what she thinks I can
help with when I can barely hobble, but Emily drafted me to be
part of the rescue crew for Allison. Apparently she got kidnapped
by the prince of some mystical kingdom in what I'd swear is
Minnesota. Like I said, weird.
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This is meant as a much lighter flipside to Harsh Truths, a semidark
Ranma fic I wrote while I had insomnia a while back. The base of it
was what would happen if reality began to apply to Nerima. Somebody
wrote a review asking for the companion piece; what happens to the
'bubble of weirdness' that just left?
Ranma's not mine. You know the drill.
Jayde
http://home.dencity.com/dreamcatcher-studios/
dreamin@notme.com