CHAPTER 2
It
was now nightime, and the alchemist test was tomorrow, plus, to make
my life just that more painful and plessant, I had to attend. I
didn't get to sleep until 12:59:56:52 that night.
I woke up this
morning, ate some cereal, and started working on my appearence. I
heard a knock on the door. I had been brushing my hair when I heard
that knock, so I went to the door, with my brush in hand, and opened
the door, holding my brush threatiningly. I think if I had to choose,
Mustang was more afraid of my face than anythng else, but whatever it
was, his reaction was hilarious.
His eyes widened, and he started
running through town, screaming; "Alien invasion! They've eaten
an alchemist, and stolen her identity!". I closed the door and
continued working on my image. It took an hour for Mustang to, 1,
stop screaming his head off, and 2, find his way back to my house (it
was hard for 2 reasons, for starters, he was lost, and also, my house
was somehow impossible to find). When he was trying to find his way
back to my house, he spotted me, and ran up to me. "I'm supossed
to be escorting you, you know." he said.
"I know."
was my simple response.
"Are you trying to make me look bad?"
he asked angrily.
"No. Not really. But if you like I could.
Would you like me to try?" I asked calmly, while Mustang's face
was trying desperatly to look scarier. All it acomplished was looking
more and more retarded.
"No..." he mumbled.
"What
was that? I didn't quite hear you..." I snickered.
"NO!!"
he yelled.
"Am I pissing you off?"
"YES!!"
"Good,
I've accomplished my goal!" I jeered happily.
"I hate
you."
"I'll let that one pass."
Soon we arrived
at HQ, and when we did, I automaticaly was put on an unimpressed
aura.
"Why are you in such a bad mood?"
"Because
we're at HQ, I now have to listen and put up with your sarcastic
comments, and it's the day of the test, so I have to wait around in
absolute bordom while almost everyone else in the room is taking the
test. Would you feel any better than I do? answer: no."
"I'm
sarcastic?" Mustang mumbled, raising an eyebrow in
question.
"Yes you are. It's freaky how I can hear so well,
is it not?" was my
response.
"mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMM"
was all that mustang grumbled.
END
OF CHAPTER 2
writen
by: Cassandra Leah Babiy
edited by: Cherine Oltmann
