" The filler-in-er"
[Authors note: I don't own TF! I do own Vendors name and personality, and I do own Lena. THX!
R-N-R if ya wish
Ever-After-OUT!]
Maybe it hadn't been her smartest idea to put that money up on the internet. Because not three days later it was flagged and whipped clean off the face of any computer.
Not that she didn't find that way overly suspicious, but she just wasn't in the mood to indulge herself in another mystery. She felt swamped and claustrophobic with this one! And it shouldn't have been this...creepy and mentally engaging. But it was...
She looked at the money, then to her computer where It informed her no such picture even existed before.
Her only reasoning behind posting it to Facebook and asking anyone out there if they could translate the letters into some kind of words was to maybe hope they gave her some kind of answer.
Of course all she got back was
"Trippy man" and "Never seen anything like it before and I study language"
Yet...of course both comments and many similar all came from people like "Frank Bob"
Shaking her head and shifting her rear in the butt groove of her work chair she sighed and flipped the money over in her hands and looked back at the Japanese translation page on her computer.
Not a match.
This language just didn't exist!
Sighing to herself and slamming the cash down on the desk she stood, huffed and glared at one of the stuffed animals on her bed as if it was the culprit. She was wasting her valuable weakened time looking up languages when she wasn't even in a language class and staring at ten freaking dollars endlessly as if they would speak some hidden message to her!
She fluffed and shook her head, looking away from Mr. Pookiepants the rabbit and looking at one of the blank spots on her wall. This was a boring thing to be wasting her breath on. It wasn't as if she had to pay attention to the mountain dew machine...infact why had she been?
If she hadn't started paying attention to the thing, none of this would have captured her attention and she wouldn't be stuck like this! Trapped on the cross roads of either backing out now...
Or becoming obsessed.
Nervous chuckles escaped her...it had to be that inner urge most teenagers expel from their bodies to have adventure and they trade in this urge for the normality of popularity in their crowds and at highschool.
"My mind just must be having an adventure crave relapse...must just be that...besides, I don't really have to pay attention to it, infact, I have let if get in my way! I failed those last two math papers and even bombed a spelling test...Why do they still give us spelling tests in highschool?"
And along with her train of thought all thinking of the gobbler escaped her mind for brief seconds before she thought of how she was thirsty and then of course it popped back up...
"I...just need some sleep"
She mumbled this to herself, glanced back at the cash on her desk and shook her head. It wasn't worth her time, it wasn't worth the effort and it wasn't worth her sanity.