a/n: Hi everybody. I'm back with Chapter 2. (Not that anyones reading this,
of course)
So, It sounds pretty crazy, right? Well, that's my life. Crazy.
I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this at all. I'm only doing this so I can get back to my mother.
Sue me. I'm not the mushy gusy emotional type you would find in your everyday fairy tale. Even though this isn't a fairy tale. Whatever. I know when to stop joking around. Really, I do. Even though in the previous books it looked like I couldn't. Well, In a way I can't. I just make jokes to make everyone loosen up. And it seems to work. Except in Rachels case sometimes.
I just noticed we were all in the barn, about to discuss a mission.
Woah. I thought. Talk about zoning out.
'What do you mean Marco? We've been-'
All of a sudden, everything changed. There was no Schloop or anything- but I felt there should have been.
I was in the living room. Watching TV. My dad was in the kitchen.
What happened? Did I fall asleep? I thought.
All of a sudden, my mom stepped out of her room. I felt like running up and hugging her. But I knew I couldn't. This was some sort of hallucination. Or maybe not. But my mom was Visser One. I knew that.
' Bye Marco. Bye Jake. I'm just going out for a boat ride.'
It was today. This was the day it happened.
'MOM! Don't do it' I yelled.
At least I thought I did. But no sound came out of my mouth. I tried to move. I couldn't move a muscle in my body. I couldn't speak. Yet words I weren't saying were flying out of my mouth.
Was I infested with a Yeerk? No. I knew what that felt like. Well, I know how it felt from Jake describing it to me and me making comments like ' Was wittle Jakie scared then?'
NowI was the one who was scared. What was happening? I had already lived this part in my life.
It was like a horror movie. And I couldn't do anything about it.
So, It sounds pretty crazy, right? Well, that's my life. Crazy.
I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this at all. I'm only doing this so I can get back to my mother.
Sue me. I'm not the mushy gusy emotional type you would find in your everyday fairy tale. Even though this isn't a fairy tale. Whatever. I know when to stop joking around. Really, I do. Even though in the previous books it looked like I couldn't. Well, In a way I can't. I just make jokes to make everyone loosen up. And it seems to work. Except in Rachels case sometimes.
I just noticed we were all in the barn, about to discuss a mission.
Woah. I thought. Talk about zoning out.
'What do you mean Marco? We've been-'
All of a sudden, everything changed. There was no Schloop or anything- but I felt there should have been.
I was in the living room. Watching TV. My dad was in the kitchen.
What happened? Did I fall asleep? I thought.
All of a sudden, my mom stepped out of her room. I felt like running up and hugging her. But I knew I couldn't. This was some sort of hallucination. Or maybe not. But my mom was Visser One. I knew that.
' Bye Marco. Bye Jake. I'm just going out for a boat ride.'
It was today. This was the day it happened.
'MOM! Don't do it' I yelled.
At least I thought I did. But no sound came out of my mouth. I tried to move. I couldn't move a muscle in my body. I couldn't speak. Yet words I weren't saying were flying out of my mouth.
Was I infested with a Yeerk? No. I knew what that felt like. Well, I know how it felt from Jake describing it to me and me making comments like ' Was wittle Jakie scared then?'
NowI was the one who was scared. What was happening? I had already lived this part in my life.
It was like a horror movie. And I couldn't do anything about it.