Sorry I have been away so long, I have had a rough few weeks catching up on classes and learning the register at work. Pity me, the DQ counter girl. Lol, just kidding, here's chappie four! As you know I only own Rave and my characters and my plotline.
The Sharpie Revolt
Coffee houses have such nice bathrooms.
I mean really this one has little bottles of lotion, smells nice, the music is very pleasant.
I love coffee houses.
I hate that this one only has like one exit.
Out there.
Past the now-visible-supposed-to-be-non-existent faeries.
Think think think! (haha winnie the pooh reference)
Oh pooh bear! Can't you face the faeries for me? Please?
Aww crap!
Aislinn was making her way towards the loo.
I love that word.
Loo.
Oh right, comence with the jimmying of the window and shimmying out of it.
Why do my hips have to be so freakin' wide?!?!?!?
"Ooof!" I exhaled as I hit the pavement.
You would think it wouldn't be too hard to blend in with a crowd, unless you just popped out of a bathroom window, and the crowd is full of bikers.
Crap!
Nervously, I navigated through the bikes, and their riders.
Unfortunately, they had the back covered.
Seth.
Loos are crappy.
No offense, that's what they're made for.
Great, I went to a coffee house, got no coffee, went through a loo and didn't get to pee.
Did I mention I have to pee?
Stupid bladder.
You know, all I ever did was try to ignore them.
Ehh, now's not thetime to get all emo.
I need a plan.
Crap do I need a plan.
Eureka!
I ran.
I know, didn't work so well before but had to try something.
It didn't work.
Again.
He caught my arm, nearly took it out the socket, but then again, I wasn't exactly going slow.
The next words he said, scared me more than anything.
"They know you can see them"
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, all I wanted was to throw up.
Well, I did.
Then, I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was in my own bed, laying on a bottle of lotion.
It left an impression in my side, which hurt.
"Stupid lotion," I grumbled.
I looked at the clock, which was a bad idea, because sitting behind the clock was a faerie.
A male faerie.
In my home.
This is not good.
I almost whined in frustration.
Almost.
I checked to see what I was wearing, same clothes from yesterday, or today?
What scares me, is I don't know which.
Qudoba!
What the heck am I going to do now?
Sorry about the shortish-ness, but I couldn't see putting anymore into this chapter without having to write the next one too.
