AN~ Oh, a review already? Thank you so much for the review, AND for adding me to your story alerts. And I shall try to work on my grammar, and I am rambling, so please enjoy the story... please...
frillyOrchestrator [FO] began pestering minisculeInsanity [MI]
FO - Hello.
MI - sup
FO - I am trying on that outfit you had me buy the other day...
MI - and, u like it?
FO - Oh, yes, I do! That is not the problem, I assure you!
MI - so wat is, u little brit?
FO - Nothing is ^.^; . It is a lovely outfit, and it fits perfectly.
MI - so wat r u buggin me bout
FO - ...
MI - ...?
FO - Yes, "...".
MI - ur bored, rn't u
FO - There is absolutely nothing to do in this place!
MI - stfu! ur rich nd u have a pool
FO - It is far too chilly to swim.
MI - its HEATED
FO - My fingers prune.
MI - evry1s do!
FO - I just do not like to swim.
MI - u got a nice tv nd lots of movies
FO - I have seen every show and movie several times. They are boring!
MI - facebook?
FO - How dare you bring up facebook! Homestuck is a timeless webcomic with BettyCrocker being the only brand name used and you know that!
(okay, that didn't really happen XD)
MI - u got internet
FO - Yes, I do, but what could I possibly do on it?
MI - its th fuckin internet! u can do nything
FO - Such as listen to our peers post the play-by-play of their lives, while simultaneously viewing pop tart cats fly off into space, or is there something else even more interesting than said pop tart cat?
MI - theres porn
FO - o_0
MI - u can even make moaning noises since ur parnts rnt home
frillyOrchestrator [FO] ceased pestering minisculeInsanity [MI]
MI - yea, i bet thats what shes doin right now
I lean back in my fluffy chair and groan. Ivie is such a weirdo sometimes. Why would she suggest I watch porn? Who would even say that? I rub my temples, my head aching as I try to comprehend what goes on in her brain.
I spin around the wheely chair and look at myself in the mirror. My stringy body stares back moodily, her brand new skirt pooling around her legs, jacket hanging loosely over her shoulders, cinched at the waist with a leather belt.
I take a deep breath, and skip over to my white grand piano that nestles in the corner of my room. Carefully, I play one key, listening to the familiar ring of the note resounding through my bedroom. I play the next, just as slowly, then-
My fingers glide over the keys as I hit them seemingly randomly, but creating a glorious sound. I inhale quickly and let notes and sounds glide out of my mouth, until they form a beautiful melody of words, telling tales of romance and passion.
Soon, my song is broken by the sound of thunder from outside. I shut my window, sighing. I do not like rain, nor will I ever. Looking up in the sky, I see that it is clear of a single cloud. Was it simply heat thunder? No. That's not even a real thing.
Once again, rubbing my temples, I exit my bedroom, making my way into our studio. I pull back the metronome until I feel the beat is right, and replay the notes I played earlier, copying them down in my notebook. One day, I hope I can sell my songs to big music producers out in California. However, until then, I can only copy them down.
I grab another notebook off of the shelf and open it up to the first page- the first tune I'd ever written. I chuckle at the lack of harmony, at how I was too simple-minded to copy down a beat, or even the length of each note. It was simply a series of black dots written in the lines and spaces. I play them, taking in the melody I'd written back when I was seven.
"For something written by somebody so young," my piano instructor told me when I was thirteen- just starting out an actual musical education- "This is wonderful. I can't wait to see all you've learned since then!"
And I did. She said that I showed talent, and now I compete. Music is my passion, and besides my two friends, it is the only thing I have.
numericIdiocy [NI] began pestering minisculeInsanity [MI]
NI - hey, ivie!
MI - geez, i m so popular 2day, rnt i?
NI - uhh...
MI - WHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT WADDAYAWANT?
NI - i...
NI - i was just...
MI - u were bored
NI - i was bored
MI - dam it
NI - look, you try living in my house!
MI - i practically do. u live across the street! cum over if ur bored.
NI - i usually don't care that you misspell things but...
MI - what?
NI - you know what- nothing. i'm coming over.
NI - coming
NI - notice that i said coming
MI - eww, only u wud notice that
MI - sure feel bad 4 any dyslexics readin this
NI - that's stupid
NI - nobody's reading this but us
NI - and we both type different colors
MI - god, cant i be random nymore?
NI - sorry...
NI - okay, coming over now!
NI - coming
MI - OKAY, THATS ENUFFFFF!
minisculeInsanity [MI] ceased pestering numericIdiocy [NI]
I giggle at the conversation as I read it over. I'm pretty sure I'M dyslexic, because reading over it, despite the color differences, I keep mixing up the Ms and Ns. They look so alike.
"IVIE!" a voice comes from downstairs.
"What, daddy?" I call back.
"I'M GOING OUT FOR A LITTLE! DO YOU NEED ANYTHING!" he responds.
"Well, for you to stop SCREAMING WOULD BE NICE!" Dad doesn't respond. He leaves without saying a word.
Seconds later, my mathletic friend walks through the door.
"Ivie!"
"What, daddy?" Luke ascends the stairs and pokes his head in my room.
"Did you just..."
"Yes. Yes, I did." Neither of us speaks for awhile. My radio is playing a song from two months ago. It's old, and by now, it's just annoying. I hate when radio stations play songs too much, then ruin them on you.
"Do you even like this song," I ask him, reaching for the knob on the radio's volume, ready to turn it all the way down.
"Naw, go ahead." I twist, and the sound stops. The silence is somehow tangible, and I can feel it envelope us eerily, and for a second, I'm tempted to turn that horrible song back on.
From outside comes a large crash and the sound of shattering glass and twisting metal. It sounds like a car fell out of the sky, and crashed in my yard. Curiously, Luke and I peer out the window to witness the damage.
"Shit."
"Yeah, shit, that coulda hit your house," Luke says, chuckling nervously.
"No, I mean 'shit' as in 'shit, that hit my dad's car!'"
A huge chunk of rock sits nestled in the shotgun seat like a child getting ready to go to vacation. The windshield and sunroof are smashed, and the rock punctured a hole in the roof.
"He's going to be FLIPPING said shit, Luke, and all hell will break loose." Luke doesn't try to tell me that I'm overreacting. He's heard the fights between my dad and I. He's seen the bruises and scars he left all over my body.
Instead, he rubs my back, and we take a few moments to breathe. Then another came crashing down, this one landing in my neighbor's pool.
"Two?" I ask, looking at my friend.
"It's just a coincidence. Meteors fall all the time," he assures me.
"Two feet diameter meteors?"
A third fell, this one much larger, creating a large crater in the middle of the street, sending chunks of asphalt flying in all directions. One came crashing through the window, flying inches from our faces.
"Luke?"
"Let's go," He says, grabbing my wrist and running downstairs. I can hear the rocks as they smash into the earth, one after another in sickening crunches.
numericIdiocy [NI] began pestering frillyOrchestrator [FO]
NI - kate, this is important!
NI - KATE?
FO - What is so important, Luke? I am in the middle of songwriting.
NI - kate, the world is ending
FO - You are overreacting. Now, tell me what is happening.
NI - i don't know. why don't you get out of that soundproof studio of yours and find out?
I groan and get out of one of the many fluffy bean-bags littering the floor of the studio and open the door.
I am immediately greeted with loud smashes and explosions.
FO - Luke...
FO - What is going on?
NI - i don't know. there's meteors everywhere and i think the world is ending.
FO - That is ridiculous.
NI - it's true
NI - can't you help us?
FO - Us?
NI - hi, kate
NI - its ivie btw
FO - How am I supposed to help in any way, shape or form?
NI - u no that thingy that ur dad built?
NI - he made that 4 this
FO - No way! My father spent most of his life saving up for, and building that thing!
FO - On top of that...
FO - THE WORLD ISN'T ENDING!
NI - fine, u little brit, let ur friends die. anyways, if th world werent endin, we will only stay down there until the sky stops rainin fireballs :3
NI - like a sleepover in ur apocolypse shelter :3
FO - Fine.
FO - I will give you five hours, and if the meteors haven't stopped, I will accept your theory, and we will stay down there.
FO - Alright?
NI - yayayayayayayay!
FO - Now, hurry. It's probably dangerous.
FO - Wait, the meteors are FLAMING!
FO - IVIE!
numericIdiocy [NI] ceased pestering frillyOrchestrator [FO]
FO - Holy shit...
Oh my gawd, sorry for taking so long. I will try to get these in sooner in the future, but the heat is so bad here, and we don't have a pool so the only things to do here are visit the internet on the one laptop we have (there's also a kindle, but I can't write on it) and play video games, but my older sis doesn't like video games, and loves the computer, and the same goes for my mom and dad, so...
That's my excuse for being so slow XP
Also, every chapter, it will switch between the trolls and the humans, just so there isn't a hugemongus gap where you forget what one or the other was last doing. Hopefully, this will erase the brief moment of "where are they again," and since it's T,H,T,H, every time, you know who you're reading about!
Sorry for wasting your time with this long AN. Thanks for reading (so far)
~Margie
