And I'm back with another chapter! I don't have much to say, besides a big Tangled reference in this chapter!
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LegendOfZeldaFreak- Yeah, I can't stand them. :p Haha, what if you actually did that one day? Yeah, its a good thing its summer! :D Actually, Bea loves tacos, why they love mexican food, I do not know. :)
Dude with the Tattoo- Oh she should! Oh cool! So you're going to be in the military? And, yeah, I do get in trouble for that. But today I'm using my mom's other laptop, the one she doesn't care too much about, so I'm think I'm fine...I think...:)
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IzzyQuagmire0907- xD I'm sorry, I had to do it! I wish my school taught hip-hop and stuss like that...but I go somewhere for that. Aww, thats so cute I bet you enjoyed dancing with him! Oh my gosh, the 4th one is soo good! But the 5th book will have you either crying, or spazzing out...that is if you're anything like me, haha! :)
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I love you guys, and I'd describe just how much but my back hurts from being hunched ver typing! *passes out*
The Isadora Diaries:
Frying Pans!:
Friday, February 24th
Guess what? I am now forced to go to therapy sessions everyday until my parents (and by my parents, I mean my mom) think I'm 'normal' again. Oh, and my brothers have to go with me.
Phoop.
I don't know what my parents are so worried about. As long as we have frying pans, I'm fine! See, the supposedly most scarring day of my life was yesterday.
I had just gotten back from my session with Mr. Lemons (who was on a sugar rush, and him being related to Bea, you can only imagine what that was like). I threw my stuff down in my room and ran up to the attic. The attic is this specially decorated room with colorful walls and a carpet that glows neon pink in the dark!
I went up there because that's where I figured they were hiding from me. They always hide in there when they're afraid of me.
See, earlier that day in science class, Quigley and his friends were making jokes about me and Klaus ending up together. I whacked them all in the head with my science book.
After class, I saw Quigley's stupid friends giving him a hard time, by the way they were pushing him to do something that he wasn't agreeing to.
I walked over to see if he was okay. "Hey, whats going on?"
Quigley didn't even look at me. "Just go, Isadora."
"Quigley's being a wimp," said the big one, whose name is Corey. And he shoved my brother.
"Watch it, you cockroach!" I yelled as I pushed Corey back with my books.
His friends laughed and began their teasing: "Aw how cute!" and "You're little sister going to fight for you, Quigley?"
"Isadora!" Quigley yelled with a warning look. "Go!"
I took a step back to leave, but before I did, I glared up at Corey. "I'm not done with you, Corey."
"Ooo! I'm so scared!" Corey teased and him and his friends burst into laughter.
I rolled my eyes and walked away.
An hour later, I was at my locker. I opened it and was taken by surprise when all of these pictures of me and Klaus together just spill out like a waterfall! A lot of them were just a picture of me and a picture of Klaus glued together on a heart. The rest of them were just copies of a picture of the two of us walking.
I was like "What the crap is all this?". Someone had even glued pictures of us on my locker's door! People were looking at me like I was crazy and kicking the pictures aside, while some people were laughing. Then, at the worst possible moment, Klaus walks up. "What the..."
"Klaus, I have no idea what this is. Someone broke into my locker and did this," I explained.
He believed me because he's at my locker with me everyday, thank you, Universe.
I turned around and saw Quigley, whose jaw had dropped, standing with Duncan, who looked guilty.
I gave them an evil glare and Duncan started pushing Quigley down the hall.
Klaus and a couple of my friends offered to help pick them all up and throw them away.
"It was probably Corey and the trashbags he calls his friends," Kayla suggested as she tried to quickly grab as many as she could.
I agreed, but I had a feeling my brothers had something to do with it.
As I marched up the stairs, I yelled, "Don't think you can get away from me! I know where you're hiding!"
I stepped into the attic and switched on the light. I heard someone move. "I know you're up here. So, please, surrender yourself now."
"If I do will you spare my life?" asked a worried voice I recognized as Duncan's.
I crossed my arms. "I'll consider it."
Duncan stepped out from behind and old dresser with his hands held up defensively. "Before you do anything, hear me out."
"One minute. The clock is ticking."
"Okay, I had nothing to do with it! I'm an innocent bystander that's too young to die! I actually didn't do anything wrong! I just stodd and watched!" He got down to his knees and hugged one of my legs. "Please forgive me! I don't want to die!"
"Duncan," I tried shaking him off. "If you didn't do anything, why are you so scared?"
"Because, um," Duncan stood up. "Sometimes, when you're mad and stuff, like today, you scare me more than Mom...don't tell her I said that."
I patted his shoulder. "Thank you, I'm going to need that bit of information later on in life. Now where's Quigley?"
"Oh, he's in his room," he said as if nothing happened.
I ruffled his hair, "Thank you, child."
I ran downstairs to Quigley's room. As soon as I walked in, Quigley said, "I know what you're thinking. I didn't do it." He was sitting on his bed with his back to me.
With the tone he was using, it sounded like the truth. "Well then at least tell me who did it if you know."
"Why?"
"I don't know, so I can hurt them?"
"Why don't you just leave me alone and forget about it?" he yelled. "You're only going to get yourself into more trouble like you always do! Stop acting like you can take care of this and walk out a winner! Go play with your Barbie dolls, maybe you'll find your place."
My PLACE? Thats when I broke. "Why are you such a jerk to me? We used to be okay, but ever since school started you've been treating me like a piece of trash off the streets!"
He was silent.
"Do you know what it's like living with you?" I continued. "You question everything I do, yell at me for absoulutely no reason, and everything little thing that goes wrong in your life is my fault! You treat me like a little child! When did you become my mother?"
I haven't typed much about Quigley's jerkiness in here, but thats usually how it is every single day. Thinking about it now, he never said much to me unless he was bothering me.
Anyways, after I finished, Quigley stood and turned towards me. "Look, I've changed a little, okay? Build a bridge and walk your prissy self over it. And don't act like you're a perfect child, Cupcake. You're the rebel of the house, remember?"
He's obviously heard the, uh, disagreements I've had with my mother. I'd say something she doesn't like and it's all downhill from there, and I'm suddenly a rebel.
I was about to speak when I noticed something wrong with his eye. It was black and blue as if someone punched it. "Your eye...did someone hurt you?"
"Uh, guys?" I turned and saw Duncan at the doorway, looking really worried. "I hate to break up your little tea party, but I think that-" he was interrupyed by the noise of something breaking downstairs. We looked at each other. As far as we knew, we were the only ones home.
With that thought, we bolted out of the room and down the stairs.
It was growing darker and darker outside and the lights downstairs were off. When we got to the bottom floor, we stood still and heard rustling past the kitchen, in the dining room. We heard whispering, and it sounded like two men. I only caught one word tat was said:
"Kitchen." And that just happened to be where we were standing.
"Quick, behind the counter," Duncan whispered. The three of us ducked to the floor and huddled against the counter.
The two men walked into the kitchen. "I told you there was no one home, Mitch," one man said. "There ain't no cars."
"But I heard voices, Micheal," said the second man, Mitch.
"It's probably nothing," said the first man, Micheal. "Probably some kids we could lock in a closet. But if its bothering you so much, I'll stay here while you go check the rooms down there."
Mitch didn't say anything and we heard his footsteps fade. Micheal began walking to where we were, so we slowly and quietly circled the counter until we were on the opposie side of the man. Quigley got on his hands and knees and leaned over a little to look at the man.
He looked back at us and made a gun with his hands, then he mouthed "in his bag". He pointed to himself and mouthed 'I'm going to get it'. I grabbed his wrist and shook my head "no". Quigley looked at me, shook me off and pointed down, mouthing "Stay here". Then he leaned close to Duncan until his mouth was by his ear. Me, being so close, heard what he said, "Find something heavy. Back me up."
Quigley backed away and Duncan nodded. Quigley took off his shoes, to move quietly without any trouble I guess, and he began crawling on his hands and knees towards the man. I peered past the corner of the counter to see Quigley inching towards the man. I quickly moved back to my previous position, covering my mouth with my hands.
"Hey!" the man yelled. The worst thought flew through my head.
"Get the frying pan!" I ordered Duncan quietly, who was still looking for an eligible weapon. I grabbed one of Quigley's shoes and jumped to the side of the counter, opposite to the side Quigley as on.
"What do you think you're doing?" he lifted Quigley off the floor by his collar.
"Hey you!" I said, loud enough to echo the kitchen. I stood up and saw the man had a scar going across his right eye. Without thinking, I threw the shoe at him and it him squarely in the face. He cried out in pain as soon as the other man in from the dining room. Quigley hopped over the counter and landed next to me.
Duncan jumped up from the floor and banged the frying pan on the head of the man who just ran in. "Oh yeah!" he cheered.
"Duncan!" I warned, because he was the only one with his back to the other guy and that one was holding a gun!
"Hi-ya!" Duncan yelled as whipped around, pointing his frying pan at him. The man looked confused. Duncan rolled on the ground and got back up in front of the man. He kocked the gun onto the floor with the frying pan and then the swung the pan at the man's head, knocking him out.
We were stunned for a few seconds, then Duncan broke the silence yelling, "Woah, mother, I have got to get me one of these!" Then he hugged the frying pan.
With both robbers knocked out, I was too relieved to say that that was our frying pan.
Instead, Quigley and I just laughed.
We called the police and let Duncan hit the men if they showed any sign of consciousness before the police arrived.
Finally, the police arrived the ambulance behind them. We let them in and the robbers were handcuffed and loaded into the ambulance. We found out that the robbers used some glass circle cutter thingy to open a window from the outside without setting off the alarm.
The police called our parents who got home pretty quick.
"Quigley! Did one of them hit you in the eye?" my mom asked when her and my dad got home.
"No, Mom, I fell and hit a doorknob."
For some reason, I didn't believe him.
"So how were you kids able to knock these guys out?" asked a policeman.
Duncan told them the story.
"So you beat two built men with a shoe and a frying pan?" asked another policeman.
"Frying pans!" Duncan exclaimed, holding up the frying pan he used. "Who knew, right?"
An hour later, Quigley came into my room and apologized for being such a jerk to me. He said that Corey and his friends were giving them a real hard time. And earlier that day, Corey had punched him in the eye for not doing what he said, which was to put those pictures in my locker. What'd I tell you? Corey's a jerk.
Anyways, I think one good thing came out of this: Quigley is back to normal and we're cool now.
~There you have it! Another chapter done and finished! My back hurts. :p
"Kamikaze over me, my midnight melody (Oh Comet Calm Down!)..."
~Kamikaze by Owl City
I love that song! :D
Bye everyone!
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