Chapter 8: A Boring Wait

Okay, since I have no idea what my friends have been doing while I'm sitting here, I'm just going to have to tell you about my tragic situation. First of all, I can barely lift my head from my pillow because my tongue is so darn heavy at the moment. Ma said it stopped swelling, but tell that to my aching head! It reminds me of that really weird time when me and the guys were hit with the Woozy Shooter…

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"Hey, guys, can you touch you tongue to your nose?"

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… Well that was completely humiliating. Anyhow, now that I'm pretty much done explaining the plot, I'll just sit here. And wait. For a long, long time. And I'm still waiting. And waiting. And w—stupid fly… Get off my tongue! Ugh, I don't wanna know what that flavor is! Good, it flew away. Great, now what do I talk about? I'd talk to you, but I don't know you, and I don't talk to strangers. Yeah, technically since you're a stranger, I'm already talking to you but you can't talk back. At least I get a nice ocean view… Hey, where's my teddy b—I mean, where's my, uh, socks?

After awhile, since I was so bored, I began to make a game out of trying to lift my head up and off my pillow. Who knows, it could exercise my neck, whatever THAT can be used for… I had my wins and losses, (but mostly losses) but either way, it was pretty darn boring and unentertaining. So to make use of my time, I tried to at least get a mirror to see how much the ivy really did affect me. I mean, it couldn't possibly that bad, can it? It was only a bit of ivy, after all.

Finally, I got enough strength to get myself to the bathroom to look in the mirror. It was hard getting off the floor and onto the counter, and I tell you it wasn't worth it! That thing in the mirror was so outrageously hideous! What is that…? Oh… me. Wait one sec as I cry my heart out…

-One-Hour Later-

Sniff… Okay, I'm done now. Now that I've stopped crying, I'll just—WHOA! Oh, nothing, it's just that my tongue is about the SIZE OF A DANG FOOTBALL! NOOO! This has got to be the worst day of my life! No… the worst day of my life is when dad left. Sigh… Later.

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Andre began to close his eyes, but quickly opened them again. One bit of sleep, and it could be a permanent slumber. And goodness knows how long was the last time he got a decent sleep. Oh, and so many questions… Was Raimundo okay? Is the circus prospering as well as it was when he was there? Did his mother die? Did his wife marry off to another man? If she did, thought Andre, Raimundo better still be happy when I get back over there! That is, if he did get back to Rio…

The worn out soldier sighed and looked at the pile of old boxes next to him. On one box Andre kept track off the days as they went by. So far three months or so, but the food was running out. Andre made the food last as long as he could, but slowly the boxes became emptier, and the two stonewalls were about to collapse inward toward him and down. No telling when they would.

What would he do when he died? Andre asked himself. Juanita and him had already made a will. But how about when he died here? No one would know, and if they did find him, Andre would probably only be bones. The thinning man shivered at the thought of what might he become. He just had to do something, and quick!

There was a rumble. The walls had moved inward a few more inches. All Andre really had to do was call for help, and people would be on their way. Thieves and outlaws for sure, but they would be better then nobody at all. But the thing is, if he were to call for help, the walls would surely fall.

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"Raimundo… Rai… RAI, WAKEY, WAKEY!"

"Huh?"

What a crazy dream… Are my friends back with the sand yet? Well, no. It was only the twins. Rita and Anita, remember?

"Wha?" I answered grumpily, seeing that my tongue was roughly the same time. (But you never know if it got a molecule smaller.)

"We gots to tell you sum-ting!" Rita said.

"Can it wai?" Then again, I'm waiting…

"It's really important!" said Anita.

"Kay, wha iz it?"

They both giggled.

"Your tongue… It looks funny!"

"Hey oo thoo, ge ba hea!" Grrr, I hate talking funny!

Well, there goes my moment of company. Hey, am I still in the bathroom? Ugh, I am. This situation is completely hopeless! First I take all my time to get to the bathroom, fall asleep, wake up, and now I have to go all the way back to my bed. Life stinks. A lot.

I don't think you guys out there want to here the rest of my time here, so this little thingy is probably going to have to end. Yeah, I know it's very, very disappointing. Face it; I just can't tell you about the rest of the day because Victoria is poking my tongue with a stick. Sorry folks, as short as this script thing is, I just don't like people to prod at my tongue. Would you? I don't think so!

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I know, short chap. Hey, it's hard typing about nothing/randomness! For those of you who don't check my profile for updates and yap, I would like to announce that now I am accepting request and all of that. Oh, and I also changed the genre to General/Mystery because, well, you know. Please R&R!