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Split Personality: ...
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Doesn't that mean that even though your answering reviews, I'm still answering reviews?
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Hey!
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Don't insult the readers! I need them!
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Fanggurly: Sorry for spelling her name wrong. I haven't read 'Schools Out Forever' for a long time. And I'm glad you like my characters!
Onto the story!
(Blane's POV)
We had rented a room at the Motel 8. The biggest one. Obvouisly.
But we decided to go around and get acquainted with the town. Turns out we were in Austin, Texas. Wow. How long had we been flying?
Anyway, we had found a abonded park, complete with a jogging track and a tennis court. Iggy and Pierce (they had become pretty tight) went out and bought some tennis balls and rackets. What followed what was probably the most heated match of tennis in the history of tennis itself.
"Hey Blane." Max called to me from across the tennis court. "There's gonna be in a hole something at the end of tonight. You'd better hope it either be in your racket or your ego."
"I don't know." I shot back. "Maybe someone should've stopped stroking your ego a long time ago. Its so big now, its gonna be hard not to hit it." And then BANG!!! Max had already slapped the ball halfway across the court by the time I finished my sentence. My instincts kicked in and I bashed the incoming ball back at her.
Our arms were a blur of movement. The ball 'wooshed' from side to side, several loud 'Bam!'s and 'Slap's erupting per second.
"Loud." Iggy remarked blatantly, eyes closed. The rest of the flock watched in awe as the ball flew from one side to the other with blinding speed. I decided it was time to end this, so I bashed the ball into the very left side of her side of the court. She dived for it, but missed by milimeters.
"Hah!" I whooped. "Yea!" I stuck my tongue out at Max. Childish, I know, but it was effective. Her face was burning red, and she stomped her foot on the ground.
Clash of the Titans?
More like Clash of the Ego's.
Next, she challenged me to a race. This oughta be fun.
(Max's POV)
God! I lost! To... a... boy! I can't believe it! Maybe if it would have been more than a one point match, but still! Serouisly! Well, were racing next, anyway. He is going down!
"Racers, at your positions!" Total shouted. Why is a dog refereeing our race? No idea. "And... start!"
We both took off at remarkable speeds, our feet nearly in sync.
The race only lasted about two minutes, even though we were racing around the track fifty times. The finish line was right in front of me. I leaped forward... what had to be a millimeter ahead of Blane.
"Ha hah!" I shouted, dancing around. "Beat you! Yea!"
"Aw come on!" Blane shouted. "You suck!"
"If I suck, how come I beat you?" I taunted.
"Grrr."
(Back at the Motel 8) (Blane's POV)
Me and Max had been at competitions all day. Right now, we were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors.
"Paper covers Rock! Ha!"
"Not fair!"
"Hey Max." Nudge asked in the sweetest voice she could muster. Which was pretty sweet.
"Yea honey?" I asked.
"Can we play a game?"
"Like what?"
"Like... truth or dare?"
What? Whered she learn about that game? Thats not a good game!
"Well hon-" But I was cut off.
"Sure!" Blane said, smirking. "Lets play!"
Cliff hanger! I know. Thruth or Dare: Over used. But I couldn't resist. Oh well.
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