Author'z Note!!!
Heyy u guyz, this is the third chapter...im guna try n wrap it all up in 5 easy chapters, good???
today wuz soooo boring...ew...*sigh* and i think my wryting'z guna reflect that!
l8z loyal readrz!
"Save Me" by Remy Zero plays...
AISHA
My eyes were glued on the back of Chloe's head. I wanted to leave...didn't want to dance or go to the stupid club any more. Clark
wasn't feeling good, and I knew it straight to the bone. He was getting hit by flashes again. Probably contact with me. I needed those
flashes to leave us alone. I realized the flash that Clark had...about us when we were kids, and when I kissed him on the cheek.
No one had said a word since we last stopped on the side of the road. When we reached Old Man Forest, a bunch of people were already
there. They were just hanging around, drinking, and tossing the football around.
"Looks like they found the clue, except don't know where to go," Meha said, breaking the silence. "Yeah, probably...let's crack it,
before anyone else does," Chloe exclaimed excitingly as if nothing had happened.
Everyone got out of the car, and I stayed as far as I could from Clark, avoiding his stare even. Chloe walked up to another teen and
asked him about the clue. He looked at her up and down, and smiled. "It's over here, Chloe...but, the problem is that we are not even sure
which one IS the clue."
We followed the broodish-looking guy deeper into the forest where he pointed us to a bunch of papers posted on the tree. They were
all fliers. Five of them in total. Everyone got closer to examine them.
The one on the top was an ad about a flea-market on the Main Street to fundraise money for some club of sort. I made sure not to
miss a single detail. The dating was from about a month ago exactly. The second one was a colourful one about a club for over-18 people,
the location was a warehouse on the skirts of town. There was a saying about dancing the night away...and the dating was from three weeks
exactly. For the third one, I just skipped to find the date, and it was for two weeks ago. The fourth one for one week ago. And the last
one was a blank piece of paper with a huge red-coloured question.
"How odd," Clark said, wrinkling his forhead. "Thanks for the clue...um, you," I said to the other guy. He scoffed and walked away.
"Okay, the clue is something about dating, look at'em. The first one is from a month ago exactly, the second one is from three weeks ago,
the third one from two week, the last one from one week, and then the question mark," I explained.
"So, what's your analysis, Sherlock?" Chloe asked with a note of sarcasm. I ignored her and went on, "the last one has something to
do with today. Did anything happen today, like a public event of something?"
"A car-wash! The cheerleaders organized it for some fundraising of new and sluttier uniforms!" Meha said. "They've been going
around ddumping their fliers everywhere, and it waas for today" Misha exclaimed.
"Oh, how predictable. Cheerleaders and a car-wash," I said. Everyone giggled except for Clark. He just smiled or atleast what
looked like a smile. "Well, let's head out to where it happened, our clue awaits!" Meha said.
The place was empty, but buckets and sponges were stacked in the corner of the parking lot. Big signs for a car-wash were stashed
too. It looked as if it hadn't even been touched. "Wow, sluts and neeatness...how very UN-predictable!" Meha joked. "Oh, it wasn't the
cheerleaders who did this. It was the janitors, you'd actually think the 'That'll-break-my-nails-gals' would actually leave the place
spotless?" Chloe answered.
"Okay, ENOUGH about the sluts-I mean, cheerleaders. Let's look for the clue," Clark said. We all spread out covering a lot of area.
I just focused from one corner, using my x-ray vision, and scanned for something unusual. "There it is," Clark exploded. Looks like he was
a bit faster than me, I thought.
Everyone scurried over to Clark who held up a piece of folded paper under one of the buckets. "It says: Ta-dum...you have found the
second last clue. Congrats, you are on your way to Dance Utopia. A prize awaits for the first teenagers. The last clue is, 'The older, the
better for our houses as it decorates."
"It's a riddle," Meha said. "DUH!" Misha snapped. "Well, it has something to do with...ANTIQUES!" Meha shouted. Everyone smiled
and whooped. Suddenly, Clark and my eyes met. We shared a stare that almost felt like eternity. Everything else slowed down as we gazed
into each others' eyes. I wanted to smile, but I couldn't. It felt like my face froze with the time.
"You GUYS!" I shook my head, and looked to see Chloe glaring at me. I licked my lips, and said nothing, and slipped into the
passenger seat quitely. I folded my arms, and knew I looked pissed. From afar, I heard Chloe say stuff to Clark. "What's wrong with you...
you guys just stared at each other for a few minutes there...is something going on?" I looked up to see Clark shake his head. My heart
cracked. Just the thing I wanted to hear. That was the last straw! "Okay, you people! We have GOT to get going! Where the hell is your
town antique store?"
The last clue pointed us in the direction of the highway, Route-9. We knew where our club was. On the ride, no one said a thing.
I sure as hell didn't want to, and no one else did either. I skimmed through the radio trying to find a good tune, when "Everything" from
Lifehouse started to play on a rock station. I sighed loudly, and rolled the windows down, and let myself have it. The words calmed me down
and I started to relax super-time.
The words started to devour the car whole, as I turned it up to the max. I looked in the back and saw Meha and Misha looking right
back at me. I started talking to them in Urdu, our native language. "So, you kinda see it, huh?"
"Oh definately, you and him like each other, don't you?" Meha said.
I sighed. "I think. I hope not, 'cause this bitch here seems to have a thing for him, and on top of that, I think he likes that
pretty girl that works at the cafe."
Misha gasped. "Are you serious?" She blurted in English. Clark looked up at me. My lips began to quiver, I blinked a few times
to make it sound innocent. "Yes, my MOM and DAD said that. C-can you b-BELIEVE it?"
Meha and Misha shared a glance, and simply nodded their heads. I gave Misha a mad-glare. Her eyes just scattered a little, and
mouthed 'sorry'.
Our car pulled up to a mock of a parking lot, and heard the pulsating beats of the music from far. They were coming from over the
hill about twenty feet away. We didn't realize that a lot of people were already there. WE started to walk towards the music. I felt tension
in the air. Somewhat of a waiting-to-exhale tension. I smiled to myself.
We finally reached the top of hill to gasp. It was the most coolest thing I had ever seen. It looked like thousands of people
were gathered and just swaying to the music. Poles with fire were lit on the sides of this big thing. There were drinks just going around,
and people having fun. All of us just let the image sit in our heads for awhile before we looked at each other, smiling, and walked down to
the crowd.
Heyy u guyz, this is the third chapter...im guna try n wrap it all up in 5 easy chapters, good???
today wuz soooo boring...ew...*sigh* and i think my wryting'z guna reflect that!
l8z loyal readrz!
"Save Me" by Remy Zero plays...
AISHA
My eyes were glued on the back of Chloe's head. I wanted to leave...didn't want to dance or go to the stupid club any more. Clark
wasn't feeling good, and I knew it straight to the bone. He was getting hit by flashes again. Probably contact with me. I needed those
flashes to leave us alone. I realized the flash that Clark had...about us when we were kids, and when I kissed him on the cheek.
No one had said a word since we last stopped on the side of the road. When we reached Old Man Forest, a bunch of people were already
there. They were just hanging around, drinking, and tossing the football around.
"Looks like they found the clue, except don't know where to go," Meha said, breaking the silence. "Yeah, probably...let's crack it,
before anyone else does," Chloe exclaimed excitingly as if nothing had happened.
Everyone got out of the car, and I stayed as far as I could from Clark, avoiding his stare even. Chloe walked up to another teen and
asked him about the clue. He looked at her up and down, and smiled. "It's over here, Chloe...but, the problem is that we are not even sure
which one IS the clue."
We followed the broodish-looking guy deeper into the forest where he pointed us to a bunch of papers posted on the tree. They were
all fliers. Five of them in total. Everyone got closer to examine them.
The one on the top was an ad about a flea-market on the Main Street to fundraise money for some club of sort. I made sure not to
miss a single detail. The dating was from about a month ago exactly. The second one was a colourful one about a club for over-18 people,
the location was a warehouse on the skirts of town. There was a saying about dancing the night away...and the dating was from three weeks
exactly. For the third one, I just skipped to find the date, and it was for two weeks ago. The fourth one for one week ago. And the last
one was a blank piece of paper with a huge red-coloured question.
"How odd," Clark said, wrinkling his forhead. "Thanks for the clue...um, you," I said to the other guy. He scoffed and walked away.
"Okay, the clue is something about dating, look at'em. The first one is from a month ago exactly, the second one is from three weeks ago,
the third one from two week, the last one from one week, and then the question mark," I explained.
"So, what's your analysis, Sherlock?" Chloe asked with a note of sarcasm. I ignored her and went on, "the last one has something to
do with today. Did anything happen today, like a public event of something?"
"A car-wash! The cheerleaders organized it for some fundraising of new and sluttier uniforms!" Meha said. "They've been going
around ddumping their fliers everywhere, and it waas for today" Misha exclaimed.
"Oh, how predictable. Cheerleaders and a car-wash," I said. Everyone giggled except for Clark. He just smiled or atleast what
looked like a smile. "Well, let's head out to where it happened, our clue awaits!" Meha said.
The place was empty, but buckets and sponges were stacked in the corner of the parking lot. Big signs for a car-wash were stashed
too. It looked as if it hadn't even been touched. "Wow, sluts and neeatness...how very UN-predictable!" Meha joked. "Oh, it wasn't the
cheerleaders who did this. It was the janitors, you'd actually think the 'That'll-break-my-nails-gals' would actually leave the place
spotless?" Chloe answered.
"Okay, ENOUGH about the sluts-I mean, cheerleaders. Let's look for the clue," Clark said. We all spread out covering a lot of area.
I just focused from one corner, using my x-ray vision, and scanned for something unusual. "There it is," Clark exploded. Looks like he was
a bit faster than me, I thought.
Everyone scurried over to Clark who held up a piece of folded paper under one of the buckets. "It says: Ta-dum...you have found the
second last clue. Congrats, you are on your way to Dance Utopia. A prize awaits for the first teenagers. The last clue is, 'The older, the
better for our houses as it decorates."
"It's a riddle," Meha said. "DUH!" Misha snapped. "Well, it has something to do with...ANTIQUES!" Meha shouted. Everyone smiled
and whooped. Suddenly, Clark and my eyes met. We shared a stare that almost felt like eternity. Everything else slowed down as we gazed
into each others' eyes. I wanted to smile, but I couldn't. It felt like my face froze with the time.
"You GUYS!" I shook my head, and looked to see Chloe glaring at me. I licked my lips, and said nothing, and slipped into the
passenger seat quitely. I folded my arms, and knew I looked pissed. From afar, I heard Chloe say stuff to Clark. "What's wrong with you...
you guys just stared at each other for a few minutes there...is something going on?" I looked up to see Clark shake his head. My heart
cracked. Just the thing I wanted to hear. That was the last straw! "Okay, you people! We have GOT to get going! Where the hell is your
town antique store?"
The last clue pointed us in the direction of the highway, Route-9. We knew where our club was. On the ride, no one said a thing.
I sure as hell didn't want to, and no one else did either. I skimmed through the radio trying to find a good tune, when "Everything" from
Lifehouse started to play on a rock station. I sighed loudly, and rolled the windows down, and let myself have it. The words calmed me down
and I started to relax super-time.
The words started to devour the car whole, as I turned it up to the max. I looked in the back and saw Meha and Misha looking right
back at me. I started talking to them in Urdu, our native language. "So, you kinda see it, huh?"
"Oh definately, you and him like each other, don't you?" Meha said.
I sighed. "I think. I hope not, 'cause this bitch here seems to have a thing for him, and on top of that, I think he likes that
pretty girl that works at the cafe."
Misha gasped. "Are you serious?" She blurted in English. Clark looked up at me. My lips began to quiver, I blinked a few times
to make it sound innocent. "Yes, my MOM and DAD said that. C-can you b-BELIEVE it?"
Meha and Misha shared a glance, and simply nodded their heads. I gave Misha a mad-glare. Her eyes just scattered a little, and
mouthed 'sorry'.
Our car pulled up to a mock of a parking lot, and heard the pulsating beats of the music from far. They were coming from over the
hill about twenty feet away. We didn't realize that a lot of people were already there. WE started to walk towards the music. I felt tension
in the air. Somewhat of a waiting-to-exhale tension. I smiled to myself.
We finally reached the top of hill to gasp. It was the most coolest thing I had ever seen. It looked like thousands of people
were gathered and just swaying to the music. Poles with fire were lit on the sides of this big thing. There were drinks just going around,
and people having fun. All of us just let the image sit in our heads for awhile before we looked at each other, smiling, and walked down to
the crowd.