Author's Note: Summer vacation is finally here! Yes! Sorry for the long wait, I was 300 hundred miles away for the first week and went camping the weekend after so I was unable to keep on writing ;-; Plus, the weekend right after that me and my family went to a river resort which was decently fun. Don't expect to get new chapters weekly; I'm gonna start working on multiple chapters at a time so I can try to update more frequently. Anyway, here's the final part of this two-shot.

Larry: This one's my new favorite. ;)

Littlefang: You're just gonna say that every time...

Larry: This is my life! Your just writing a biography. I can sue you anytime I want. So ha!

Littlefang: -.- No, because everyone else have different views of how you live your life. I'm basically making it up.

Larry: I hate losing. :,(

English 9 Pt. 2


Larry's P.O.V.~

It was literally right after Ludwig sent me the link to Ms. Hopkins. The next Burning Guy festival was this weekend. The Thursday air around me was drifting away as night took the sun's place. I spent nearly all night doing research on Burning Guy. It's pretty interesting if you think what you're reading is true.

You might be thinking 'hey, why not send the link to the school board and have them do the dirty work for you?' Well having you read a 2 thousand plus word description of how I copy pasted a link would be boring now would it? You enjoy reading about me and I enjoy doing what I do in these shenanigans. It's a win win.

Suddenly a thought popped in my head about who I should take to this wretched festival. Well for one, it has to be someone who can drive. I highly doubt King Dad will let me go to a giant desert without someone trustworthy. "Hmm..." Morton, no. He'll annoy me to the point where I wouldn't want to do this anymore. Wendy, no. Same reason as Morton but will additionally tell Dad ALL about it and he'll punish be big for it. Lemmy, actually maybe. He'll no doubt like the Burning Guy atmosphere and he's old enough to drive. He may have a license and not drive well, but I can do that part myself.

Last year Silas's big brother Travis took me and him to a camping trip where we're the guys there. Near the end Travis slipped on a rock and broke his arm in 3 places. All of the girls were drunk and we had to get Travis to a hospital from the middle of the pitch black woods. I was the only who volunteered to try to drive him there. I was young and naive like right now so I thought it couldn't be THAT hard. I regretted that thought as soon as I shifted into gear. It may have took forever, but we eventually got there and saved Travis. Not the best way to learn how to drive for the first time but I'll take it. There's probably an alternate universe where I had a better experience so I envy that particular universe.

I got up and made my way towards Lemmy's room. He hated being alone so I thought this trip would help him out a little bit. I knocked on his door three times. I heard movement as if he got up from something. Lemmy opened the door with no smile.

"Hey Lemmy, I noticed you were feeling a bit down and I thought you might want to come with me to this really cool festival called Burning Guy."

"Why would you want to go there?" he asked.

"I'll tell you if you come. Do you know of Burning Guy?"

"Yeah, me and Iggy were planning on it this year but he changed his mind."

"Then why not come with me?" I always try my best to stay positive around him.

"You have a point." he said slowly.

"So you're in?" I said holding out my hand.

"Why not?" he took my hand and we shook.

"We'll head out Friday night. I'll ask King Dad about it so don't bother asking him.

Lemmy nodded and we each went back into our rooms.


I was in my room packing thinking of ways to lie to Dad about where I'm going this weekend. Eventually I came up with the best statement. I casually walked down to one of our living rooms where the soon to be retired king sat reading on his smartphone.

"What do you want Larry," he said without looking up.

"Hey Dad, Silas just asked me if I wanted to go on one of his camping trips again this weekend. Is that okay?"

"Yeah sure go ahead," again not looking up.

"Okay, thanks," I said as I walked off; trying not to provoke him from suspecting me in any way.

"Wait."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Turning slowly around I tried my best to keep my poker face on. He was staring me in the eyes with a serious expression on his face.

"Just so you know, if you get into anything, I'm not bailing you out."

I quickly nodded. "Lemmy will also be going as well."

"Look out for each other, but mostly look after him," he said looking back down.

"Yes father," I said with a respectful tone. He may have not been showing it just now, but he's scary as hell when he's pissed. Not pissed for waking him up, pissed like you accidentally set off a nuclear missile.


I would tell you about a long scene about me and Lemmy driving to the festival but nothing really happened so I just saved you from the worst death imaginable: boredom.

We pulled up in a clearing we found in one of Dad's four-by-fours. It was already pre-packed with camping supplies we never used. The drive itself wasn't long at all. Dry Dry Desert where the festival took place was only an hour away.

I hopped out of the drivers side with Lemmy coming out the other. We both stared wide-eyed. There were people everywhere! Koopas, toads, even bloopers! Don't ask me how they even got here. Everyone was moving, showing off their 'art' whether it was streaking or driving in an eye-catching vehicle. The only thing I brought that I thought would cut out with this my mohawk. And if that wasn't enough I could always take off my shirt for good measures.

The only word that I could say to describe it was "Wow."

"I don't know what words to say but I love how free it is. Are there any other words like that?" Lemmy asked.

"Self expression," I suggested.

"I don't even know what that means but it sounds right." As he said that a group of half naked koopa troopas with face paint walked in front of us balancing on giant circus balls. "I'll be right back." Lemmy got his iconic ball from thin air and joined the koopas.

"Remember this spot!" I yelled. "Dad will kill us if we lost each other!"

I saw Lemmy nod to it but I don't think he got it. Great, now I have to set up the tent.


"That was a lot easier than I thought." I said standing back to admire my dislocated handiwork. Literally three seconds after admiring one hook slipped causing the whole tent to be shot into the air and bury me in its cringe worthy material. Shit.

"Hey are you okay?" I heard a girl's voice with steps coming closer. It was the first time I heard something clearly with all of the big ass drums being played everywhere. I could feel the crippled tent moving above me. Once I regained sight of the cloudless sky I could see a teenage dragon koopa girl with long, red hair. She had her shirt off with only a bright sky blue bra to cover her chest and a pair of shorty shorts trying to show as much skin as possible. I felt a bit dazed at first until she started waving her claw in front of my face.

Blinking back to reality I said, "Oh, sorry," followed by a sheepish grin. Who didn't see this coming?

"I take it that it's your first time here?" she asked with curiosity.

"Yep, dream come true," I said with a determined tone.

"Your dream is to party all day in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers?"

"I have many dreams like meeting someone as beautiful as you." The flirt train has left the station! Choo choo!

She blushed with a small half smile. "My name's Claire Shellback," she said holding out her hand.

"Larry 'Cheatsy' Koopa," with a slurred voice I took her hand.

"I already know who you are," Claire chuckled, reminding me of my dreadful video.

"It's only been one day, how viral can a video get?" I asked trying to seem sad.

"Relax, the media destroyed society when it first appeared."

"I can agree on that."

"So what's your real dream?"

"Wait what?"

"That blue mohawk of yours can't be the only thing you had in mind for Burning Guy."

"I have something planned..." I said mentally smirking. What's gonna happen on the final night will sure surprise everyone.

As soon as I said that statement, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Whoa, Larry you're already hitting up on girls already. I've heard stories from Iggy but I never seen it in person."

Lemmy.

An annoyed tick mark appeared near the top of my head. I turned around to see Lemmy smirking on circus ball.

"I'm sorry what are YOU doing here?" I said with an angry smile.

"That squad I was with kicked me out because I 'showed off' too much," Lemmy replied rubbing the back of his neck.

"What exactly were you doing that made them not like you?"

"Oh, you know, my basic tricks like balancing on 2 claws while keeping up with them at the same time."

It's amazing how he doesn't know how rare it is to see someone doing it. "Lemmy, not everyone in the world can do that as flawless as you. People can get offended when showed too many times that they're not as good as you."

"That makes sense, sort of," he said tilting his head to the side.

"I can see your busy with something, find me again if you can," Claire said as she was walking away.

Dammit Lemmy! As I was so enraged with the fish I lost I nearly shoved Lemmy off his ball. "Look, I don't know if Iggy ever told you this but whenever you see someone talking to someone else of the opposite gender and they're smiling and laughing, DON'T I reapeat DON'T interfere with their conversation. Got that?" I said while shaking a fist at him completely forgetting to keep my cool. It may have only been one of many girls I fell for but I had a feeling she was a keeper! Don't think I'm a jerk just from this one scene.

Getting a distracted again, I conveniently saw someone's tent filled with anti-flame spray which gave me an idea.


Being as sneaky as I was I was able to snatch several bottles of the anti-flame spray. It wasn't hard since everything is so important that people have to leave their camps unguarded to see it.

I have a plan on what I'm gonna do with the spray: a couple hours before the big finale, I'm gonna sneak up there and simply spray the whole wooden structure. You might have expected that but there's no revenge pleasure when the person you target has no clue who aimed for them. What I'm gonna do is try my best to leave certain spots on the burning guy flammable; leaving an outline of my face logo in orange and red flames.

When I was an infant, Ludwig was obsessed in teaching me how to e successful in the future. He taught me, music, art, and mental skills. He may have given up when I was 7 but that stuff is still stuck in my head.

Being the final night of the festival, the population of people outside doing crazy stuff is tripled compared to the past days. The drums are banging, the lights are flashing, and everyone is making the best of their final night here in this free event.

With a little help from Lemmy, I was able to steal someone's truck that had a crane attached to the bed. Spraying the entire thing was proven to be a lot more difficult than I anticipated. The structure itself was almost thirty feet high and I had to clime the burning guy in order to get to the top. Though, spraying the majority of it was hard enough, the real hard part was making sure it made the picture I wanted. Not to mention I had to do it in the dark making sure people aren't watching me. But what matters is that I got it done; no need to read more about my physical struggles with climbing.


I managed to finish minutes before the huge ending ceremony. From the truck I can see Ms. Hopkins literally stripped naked holding a soon to be lit torch in her hand. I've met many crazy teachers in the past but this one takes the cake. C'mon, hurry up you hag! I still have homework you gave me over the weekend.

It was time. The drums were in time, and Ms. Hopkins was lighting her torch with a huge pile of burning debris. The crowd was cheering, chanting, and doing disgusting things that I'll rather not go into detail for you.

Ms. Hopkins runs up to the giant, neon trimmed wooden guy and threw the burning torch straight for the heart. No wonder why she was chosen. The guy caught on fire but didn't spread at all. The anti-flame spray was working!

Baffled by her failed attempt, she lit up another torch and threw it a little high. Instead, the flames didn't catch at all. Frantically she began hurling anything burning that she can find. I watched her failed attempts one by one she was all out of fire. It may have looked sloppy, but you can recognize the face that the fire is lighting up. I don't if anyone watching may have recognized it but I certainly can tell it's me.

Everyone was outraged. They began throwing things at my English teacher with no mercy. Some of the super fans was slowly chasing her with a glowing truck. I may have gotten more than what I have bargained for but in the end it was completely worth it.

Ever so slightly feeling bad for the poor woman, I pulled Lemmy by the arm and started dragging him towards our camp. I planned ahead and pre-packed all of our belongings. It was Sunday night and I sure hope there won't be any traffic on the way back. It may have took half an hour to get out of the festival itself. But we eventually made it back to the castle.

Everyone else was asleep so we had to sneak in without setting off any of the alarms. King Dad paid a little extra to get high tech, thermal sensors. It may have been fancy, but that's child's play for me. Me Lemmy were able to sneak in just by moving around under a cardboard box. Guess who's getting sued now.


All week, Ms. Hopkins never showed any sign of her accident at Burning Guy. But on Friday before school started, a video was leaked of her failing to complete the Burning Guy festival. It didn't take long for people to recognize the star of the video. She has been the 'center of attention' for two whole weeks. I personally thought the fad will last a bit longer but hey, I got what I wanted and that's that.


Finally! That took longer that it should have once again. ^~^ What do you think? I'm open for criticism, and suggestions for a story plot. Until next time! -LittleFang