Chapter 7: Were Off to See the Momo
Just how it had been suggested, the idea was carried out. Of course, in New York, there's so many people that they don't notice small things like two girls skipping around with weapons singing "99 bottles of Beer on the Wall", but replacing "beer" with "chocolate milk". 'Cause that's how effing awesome we are.
Chiron didn't know we'd left, even though we practically told him we were leaving. I quote:
"Can't I just be a ninja instead? Holy crap on a cracker, thats actually a good idea!"
Sara's words, not mine. Yep, all her, not me, nope, not me. Not my idea. Never, what are you talking about? i would never say that.
Sara and I were dressed in clothing we'd officially dubbed "ninja gear", which consisted of:
~ a black t-shirt
~ black leggings (me) or sweatpants (Sara)
~ black gloves
~ black boots
~ an effing awesome ninja mask, I think they're called balaclavas
~ various weapons
~ a black backpack containing a sweater or jacket (black), an iPod (we're so rebellious), and snacks, including lots of Pringles and chocolate milk. I love those.
Sara, always cautious, had brought a map, but since neither of us could actually read one (don't judge), it probably wouldn't help much. I'd brought a tin can, just because I hadn't brought anything along and I didn't want to carry anything heavy. I hate feeling guilty, when my conciousness decides to stay in my head or heart or wherever consciousnesses like to stay. Which isn't that often, but still.
Earlier, at Camp, I'd heard that monsters are scary. Like, my sixth grade teacher re-explaining the guys' half of the "Family Life" video. Yeah, that was disturbing, and nasty, and hilarious, but only because the strictest teacher on Earth was saying it. But when I imagine monsters, they always seem so scary that it's cute.
In real life, that is not the case. And I am really glad we're dressed up like ninjas. Because this vampire guy, Mormo, apparently likes to bite bad children. And it's apparently a really good argument that "We're ninjas, not children". It probably would have worked even better if I hadn't made him angry. Review:
"Hey, my cousin's hamster is named Momo too!"
Yep, great going Rose, great going. Get yourself impaled by a vampire later. It's not on your Bucket List. See for yourself:
Bucket List
1. Find old iPod
2. Find old flashlight
Do you see anything about vampires on there? No, you don't!
Continuing on. We're basically in Pennsylvania, which is surprising because I'm not the hugest fan of walking. I mean, it's cool for the first couple of minutes while yo have adrenaline and you look like you're on a sugar high, but then adrenaline stops and it's not as fun anymore. I swear, the only time I'll ever run again is when we try to get back into Camp. Or outrunning another monster with a 0.00 GPA or IQ.
I have no idea what's going on.
