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(This story is narrated through Nosedive's point of view. I'm here to learn so if anyone knows if I should have the narrated parts in quotes please tell me, thanks!)
You see it all started a few months ago when I was hanging out with my friends Thrash and Mookie at Captain Comics. They were talking about last's night party, which was normal, since it was Monday. Every Monday they would talk about the parties they had been to. I had always been invited but I could never attend for many of the hockey games were over the weekend therefore complicating it a bit.
I never really minded when they went off and talked about the parties for it only lasted about ten minutes and than we all shared a conversation in which we all could contribute. But not this time. This time the party had really gotten out of control, and to us kids that's what we mean by a great party.
Lots of kids had gotten drunk and were doing lots of very entertaining things, like doing drunk dances, and making fools of themselves. And some of the girls, even the nice girls who were drunken started strip in front of everyone. Okay so I guess it's inappropriate but I'm sixteen what do you expect? Anyway the party really was good because the cops came and everything to get everyone to shut up the music. A few arrests were made and seven people jumped out of the fourth floor into the pool for five bucks. You see the party had been thrown at some rich kid's place and it had really been amazing, well not to the parent's of the kid who didn't know that a party was being thrown due to their absence, but that's besides the point. I was sick and tired of hearing everyone always have fun without me. I used to love parties, I'm very sociable and very carefree I need people and I need to have fun, it's like a must. I mean sure hockey games are fun, but the magic wears off soon when you learn that its not fun but work. hard work. So than I came to my conclusion, my friends got to go to parties, and I got to go to hockey games. My friends had fun at the parties, I got worked out at the hockey games. I'm the same age as them, why should I be deprived of fun?
So that's how it all started, me wanting some fun. Okay that's not the truth, well it's not the whole truth. You see I made more than that rich kid's parents from my hockey profession income. Sounds weird to say "profession" doesn't it because I'm a kid and all, another reason why I didn't like hockey. Anyway I could throw just as loud as a party at my house.
Than it struck me, I didn't have a house, or a mansion but some crummy headquarters, but crummy headquarters weren't always crummy. Sure now it was a work place but when I first moved in it was so cool! And surely I could get some friends and have some fun in such a cool place right? My friends couldn't believe at first when I had told them.
"Are you like serious", asked Mookie, "I thought it was off limits."
"Yeah man", said Thrash, "You don't even let us go there."
"That's not the point", I said, "Wouldn't it be so cool?"
"Are we allowed to like do this", asked Mookie.
"Yeah I know", said Thrash, "We'd be dead if we got caught."
"Guys" I whined, most definetly disappointed in their disapproval, "Come on, it would be great, wouldn't it?"
"Are you kidding me", said Thrash, "It'd be the party of the year!"
"Well than it's done", I said, "I'll do it."
"Let's not be stupid here", said Mookie.
"I'm not", I protested, "I have it all planned out!"
"All right", cried Trash, "A plan!"
"That's not what I meant", said Mookie, "I mean is this a good idea; you know to go through with this?"
"Um yeah", I said, "That's why I'm doing it!"
"So Dive", said Thrash, "How are we pulling this off?"
"We", said Mookie and I."
"Yeah we", said Thrash, "I want credit for throwing the biggest party ever! Besides you'll need help, and Mookie you know you're in because even though its against your better judgement and all you have destroyed your conscious a long time ago when you decided it would be fun to dye your sister's hair blue."
"That was an act of war", cried Mookie.
"So you're in", I said.
"Let's hear it", sighed Mookie.
"Goody", I said, "Well on Saturday we have our hockey game at five which leaves Friday open, however Mallory and Tanya have interviews with that girly magazine Cosmo Girl. Grin is scheduled for public appearances, and Duke got out of those plan saying a friend died so he won't be caught dead in the place in fear of Phil. As for WildWing and Canard they'll want to go out and do something because they're just like that."
"Just like what", asked Thrash.
"Best friends and all, they like to hang out", I replied, "I have ordered them reservations at a restaurant, and I paid the waiters off to bring the food and crap in twenty minute late for each course. Than they'll go catch a movie."
"Isn't that kind of suspicious", asked Mookie, "You not including yourself in plans, and you doing something nice for them? Especially Canard."
"Aw babe come on", I said, "Give me more credit, I gave it to them as a free thing that comes in the mail, and them being celebrities they aren't going to question it knowing that they get free stuff on account of their you know fame."
"Works for me", said Thrash.
"Good", I said, "Now I'll need a bunch of people that you guys know. Everyone's invited, but remember this can't be public. If any of the guys find out, I'm dead."
Well needless to say Mookie and Thrash easily had the invite going to everyone at school. And also needless to say everyone was up and ready to come Friday night.
As planned everything went smoothly, like I predicted no one was home. It was so quiet. Silence often scares me. I don't like to be alone; I don't like being by myself. My greatest fear is the world blowing up and I being the only survivor. When I was little I hated to be alone so much that it scared me to the point of crying. I hated it with a passion. Maybe it was because I was often alone.
My parents were forced to travel a lot, and boy did they travel. They were home every week but nothing was permanent, everything was unpredictable and often people need consistency, especially kids.
I didn't get it, so to keep one thing permanent I hanged out with Wing, he didn't mind any because I could do anything he could and I usually kept my mouth shut about it. But the biggest reason that I could hang out with him without him caring was because of my personality, I was funny, and fun to be around not mention I would listen and I made the best out of every situation. WildWing let me be his shadow for the mere reason that I made him feel special, I love doing that, getting people to like me. For me making friends was never hard, I was great at it, and I knew it. It was just a charm that everyone loves, not to be bragging but, I'm a people person, not a T.V. or computer freak, I need social interaction, but that is sometime hard to get when you're on a different planet in a different dimension and forced to aid your country not to mention culture in defeating a cruel tyrant. And as a bonus treat as my life wasn't hectic enough I get to play hockey for a greedy pestering manager who is everything but lovable.
So it's kind of hard to fill that desire of both consistency and social interaction. And this party was supposed to be my cure. However it was everything but that.
A/N: (Wouldn't it be mean if I stopped right here? Just kidding, enjoy)
As I mentioned previously everything had gone accordance to plan. The guests began to arrive. Now let me tell you something about the guests and their "gifts". First of all there were over three thousand kids and that's not even close to the amount, I just stopped estimating when I got to three thousand, it was packed! Every kid in each grade in the high school had come, it was an open invitation which meant kids of all ages. So the entire Anaheim Public High School was in an off-limits, top secret zone. But it got worse for the numbers increased. Kids from other schools had heard about it and were coming, all of the private school kids had come, as well as kids from high schools that were out of the district. Thousands of kids were in a place that wasn't supposed to be seen by the public.
Anyway back to the "gifts". After everyone quit bugging me for a picture and autographs they started acting normal, and the "gifts" began to work their magic. There were all sorts of drugs, ecstasy, heroine, marijuana, need I continue? There were alcoholic beverages, every type of beer possible, Budweiser, Miller, Coors, and beer companies that I had never even heard of. Plus there were wall types of wine and champagne. Meeting a celebrity and partying in a top-secret zone I guess calls for champagne.
Well I didn't really care about the "gifts", or the teenage stripper girls, or the other crap that was there. I just cared about everyone enjoying themselves regardless of what they had to do to get that entertainment. I guess when I'm older I'll care but as of now, I don't, I honestly don't and I don't think that there's anything wrong with that. I just wanted people to be having a good time, I wanted people to give me credit for their happiness, it's just the best feeling possible. Giving really is great, especially when you get to get some of what you give.
Due to the amount of people certain parts of the headquarters became open, rooms that I had no intention of letting people enter. But I really had no control over that, but trust me it doesn't mean that I wasn't mad about it, because I was.
Them trashing my room, well that's fine with me because heck it's prettied much trashed to being with. But them trashing my teammates' rooms, well now that's just harsh. I mean they had no right to break Canard's trophies, redecorate WildWing's room, go through the more personal items of the females, and break all of the meditation crystals in Grin's room, and they absolutely no right to have a sword fight with Duke's stuff and than miss and swing the sword out the window or into the wall denting some of his stuff.
And than it got worse, they started go through high tech stuff, all of our gear. They were shooting stuff off left and right. But it really got heated up when they got into the migrator and aerowing. Well it wasn't my fault they knew how to hot wire stuff. Luckily the aerowing never took off, well much anyway.
Needless to say things were not good. And to make things worse it backfired. Phil was the first enter along with Grin for it was Phil who was losing the public's appeal when the migrator was claimed to have a drunk driver, after swivels in the road and than crash into a pole with thirty teenagers, and yeah I mean thirty. You read correctly, thirty. How they squeezed in there I don't know, and I really don't care.
Anyway it was quickly found out by the media, (how they obtain this info so fast I don't know) that a party was being thrown at the pond. Well the restaurant that WildWing and Canard were in had a T.V. that happened to display the news channels, and they were all over this story. So they came in third. Yes third, Duke came in second. Then the ladies. Let me assure you and bet your savings that it was not good, not good at all.
Klegghorn being friends with WildWing didn't blame us and made some quick arrests and easily got everyone out of the place. They too have got a pretty good time record for getting things done. It must have been like ten minutes, only ten minutes! Yeah well maybe time flew by for me because I knew as soon as everyone was gone I was dead. Which I was in case you're interested.
Klegghorn actually helped us in getting rid of the media, well more like getting us home without the media coming in. He also helped by occupying Phil which left six angry, no angry is not the word I'm looking for furious, yes furious will do, six furious ducks, and one poor innocent me. Buying it? Well they didn't.
First they gasped at the place, and I have to admit they had a right to. The place was trashed, and it didn't help that drake's one screen had a porn picture up, and man for once I really noticed how big that screen was. Needless to say that was immediately shut off.
Now the floors, heh what floors? Everything was covered in trash, and not good trash. Beer cans, and drug needles. That does not look good, not at all. And than things really got bad when everyone went into their rooms. Yeah well I am forbidden to ever repeat the language they used. Trust me it was not good, every other word obtained the F word. seriously, the other words used in the sentence was my name, and not in the good way. So after everyone did a quick look around and tour the new headquarters they came after me.badly.
I guess I can't blame them for being mad, but they can't blame me either, it's just so boring around here. Anyway they did blame me, and they blamed me badly.
They were ready to kill; they started to resemble traits of carnivores and instantly I found myself in a dog pile. Lucky for me I have a big brother, and even though he was mad he was still my brother. So he took me by the shirt collar and threw, and I when I say, " threw" I do mean, "threw", literally into my bedroom and locked it. Klegghorn and his men came on in and helped out cleaning the place for they wanted to see how many alcoholic beverages and drugs were exposed. Something about a survey. Anyway a lot of the parents also showed up offering to clean in exchange for not getting sued after what some of their children had done. Their offer had been taken up oppugn and in some miraculous way the place was in mint condition, with the exception of the bedrooms in one hour. I still don't know how they pulled that off, and than again I don't know a lot of things.
Anyway when they came for me, they were not in a good mood, not one whatsoever. I was coldly and harshly placed on the living room couch as everyone else stood hovering over me. Now I like people being around me, but I am claustrophobic and all, and it couldn't of helped none that they were ready to kill.
"Well", said WildWing, "How do you explain this?"
"I don't", I said.
I figured the story was out anyway, and if he hadn't heard it than he would. There was no use in coming up with some fake story; it would just get me in more trouble.
"Look", I said, "I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, I had no idea it was going to go this far, I'm sorry I really am."
"SORRY", cried Mallory, "SORRY? HE GUYS HE SAYS HE'S SORRY!"
"NOSEDIVE", screamed Tanya, "DOES SORRY FIX THE APPLIANCES?'
"Does sorry fix my trophies and my stuff", screamed Canard, "Not to mention-
Okay now the rest of this is a blur because everyone came after me at once. Anyway what I got out of it was everyone using Tanya's "does sorry fix" line. Here were a few of them.
"Does sorry fix my trophies" "Does sorry fix the appliances"
(Yeah they said it more than once, sounded like broken records)
"Does sorry fix the furniture" "Does sorry fix all the money I lost" - This one came from Phil. "Does sorry fix the team's reputation"- Yup Phil again. "I can't believe you let strangers in here! You're not in charge! Who gave you that right!" "Who do you think you are to just completely open our facilities to some pot heads?" "What kind of moron are you?" "How are you even possibly related to WildWing"- Now that hurts! Really badly! I look up to Wing, even when he's mad no matter what and to say that I'm nothing like him hurts real bad. "Little friend don't you think it was wrong to give what was not yours?" - You guessed it, it was Grin all right. "I'm going to pound you, you little demon. Do you know all of the personal things your drunk buddies trashed!" "I can't believe I'm related to you!"- Yup WildWing, he was too upset to come up with anything clever so he took the whole "related" thing into his own possession. "Do you know how long it'll take to clean this?"- And here I thought it was clean! Usually a clean floor and fixed things works for me, but I guess they wanted top notch condition, better than before. "People could have been seriously hurt!" "People could have sued!"- And we all know that Phil said this one.
Okay it's kind of pointless to keep naming everything. It just gets me more upset. Remember when sorry was enough, and sorry would cut it? Not today, and if you don't think that getting yelled at the people you live with doesn't hurt than you're crazy or you've never lived with anyone because you would definitely know that words hurt as do negative feelings. They bashed on me for two hours straight.
And than I blew it.
"I SAID I WAS SORRY", I screamed.
I had taken everything all of the time, I had taken their comments, and logic, but enough was enough.
"IT WAS A MISTAKE," I yelled again.
I stood up face to face with all of them and pushed them so I had some breathing space. Yup this is me either really upset or mental. Anyway they were as startled as I was. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but than again I couldn't believe this whole thing would backfire either.
"You guys aren't my parents", I yelled, "I said I was sorry for the damage! I'll pay it back, but it's not about money or stuff like that, I know that okay? I know it's about our reputation and about responsibility. And well I'm sorry! You hear me, I said I was sorry! It wasn't liked I killed anybody! It got out of control, it wasn't my fault! I'm going to bed!
And I did. I stormed out of the room and straight into my bedroom and locked it. Everyone else decided they had enough for one night and did the same but conveniently seemed to forget that I obtained emotions. Now I wasn't upset anymore now I was mad, and anger in my opinion is worse than sorrow because the actions taken can never lead up to anything good.
Things only went downhill from here.
(This story is narrated through Nosedive's point of view. I'm here to learn so if anyone knows if I should have the narrated parts in quotes please tell me, thanks!)
You see it all started a few months ago when I was hanging out with my friends Thrash and Mookie at Captain Comics. They were talking about last's night party, which was normal, since it was Monday. Every Monday they would talk about the parties they had been to. I had always been invited but I could never attend for many of the hockey games were over the weekend therefore complicating it a bit.
I never really minded when they went off and talked about the parties for it only lasted about ten minutes and than we all shared a conversation in which we all could contribute. But not this time. This time the party had really gotten out of control, and to us kids that's what we mean by a great party.
Lots of kids had gotten drunk and were doing lots of very entertaining things, like doing drunk dances, and making fools of themselves. And some of the girls, even the nice girls who were drunken started strip in front of everyone. Okay so I guess it's inappropriate but I'm sixteen what do you expect? Anyway the party really was good because the cops came and everything to get everyone to shut up the music. A few arrests were made and seven people jumped out of the fourth floor into the pool for five bucks. You see the party had been thrown at some rich kid's place and it had really been amazing, well not to the parent's of the kid who didn't know that a party was being thrown due to their absence, but that's besides the point. I was sick and tired of hearing everyone always have fun without me. I used to love parties, I'm very sociable and very carefree I need people and I need to have fun, it's like a must. I mean sure hockey games are fun, but the magic wears off soon when you learn that its not fun but work. hard work. So than I came to my conclusion, my friends got to go to parties, and I got to go to hockey games. My friends had fun at the parties, I got worked out at the hockey games. I'm the same age as them, why should I be deprived of fun?
So that's how it all started, me wanting some fun. Okay that's not the truth, well it's not the whole truth. You see I made more than that rich kid's parents from my hockey profession income. Sounds weird to say "profession" doesn't it because I'm a kid and all, another reason why I didn't like hockey. Anyway I could throw just as loud as a party at my house.
Than it struck me, I didn't have a house, or a mansion but some crummy headquarters, but crummy headquarters weren't always crummy. Sure now it was a work place but when I first moved in it was so cool! And surely I could get some friends and have some fun in such a cool place right? My friends couldn't believe at first when I had told them.
"Are you like serious", asked Mookie, "I thought it was off limits."
"Yeah man", said Thrash, "You don't even let us go there."
"That's not the point", I said, "Wouldn't it be so cool?"
"Are we allowed to like do this", asked Mookie.
"Yeah I know", said Thrash, "We'd be dead if we got caught."
"Guys" I whined, most definetly disappointed in their disapproval, "Come on, it would be great, wouldn't it?"
"Are you kidding me", said Thrash, "It'd be the party of the year!"
"Well than it's done", I said, "I'll do it."
"Let's not be stupid here", said Mookie.
"I'm not", I protested, "I have it all planned out!"
"All right", cried Trash, "A plan!"
"That's not what I meant", said Mookie, "I mean is this a good idea; you know to go through with this?"
"Um yeah", I said, "That's why I'm doing it!"
"So Dive", said Thrash, "How are we pulling this off?"
"We", said Mookie and I."
"Yeah we", said Thrash, "I want credit for throwing the biggest party ever! Besides you'll need help, and Mookie you know you're in because even though its against your better judgement and all you have destroyed your conscious a long time ago when you decided it would be fun to dye your sister's hair blue."
"That was an act of war", cried Mookie.
"So you're in", I said.
"Let's hear it", sighed Mookie.
"Goody", I said, "Well on Saturday we have our hockey game at five which leaves Friday open, however Mallory and Tanya have interviews with that girly magazine Cosmo Girl. Grin is scheduled for public appearances, and Duke got out of those plan saying a friend died so he won't be caught dead in the place in fear of Phil. As for WildWing and Canard they'll want to go out and do something because they're just like that."
"Just like what", asked Thrash.
"Best friends and all, they like to hang out", I replied, "I have ordered them reservations at a restaurant, and I paid the waiters off to bring the food and crap in twenty minute late for each course. Than they'll go catch a movie."
"Isn't that kind of suspicious", asked Mookie, "You not including yourself in plans, and you doing something nice for them? Especially Canard."
"Aw babe come on", I said, "Give me more credit, I gave it to them as a free thing that comes in the mail, and them being celebrities they aren't going to question it knowing that they get free stuff on account of their you know fame."
"Works for me", said Thrash.
"Good", I said, "Now I'll need a bunch of people that you guys know. Everyone's invited, but remember this can't be public. If any of the guys find out, I'm dead."
Well needless to say Mookie and Thrash easily had the invite going to everyone at school. And also needless to say everyone was up and ready to come Friday night.
As planned everything went smoothly, like I predicted no one was home. It was so quiet. Silence often scares me. I don't like to be alone; I don't like being by myself. My greatest fear is the world blowing up and I being the only survivor. When I was little I hated to be alone so much that it scared me to the point of crying. I hated it with a passion. Maybe it was because I was often alone.
My parents were forced to travel a lot, and boy did they travel. They were home every week but nothing was permanent, everything was unpredictable and often people need consistency, especially kids.
I didn't get it, so to keep one thing permanent I hanged out with Wing, he didn't mind any because I could do anything he could and I usually kept my mouth shut about it. But the biggest reason that I could hang out with him without him caring was because of my personality, I was funny, and fun to be around not mention I would listen and I made the best out of every situation. WildWing let me be his shadow for the mere reason that I made him feel special, I love doing that, getting people to like me. For me making friends was never hard, I was great at it, and I knew it. It was just a charm that everyone loves, not to be bragging but, I'm a people person, not a T.V. or computer freak, I need social interaction, but that is sometime hard to get when you're on a different planet in a different dimension and forced to aid your country not to mention culture in defeating a cruel tyrant. And as a bonus treat as my life wasn't hectic enough I get to play hockey for a greedy pestering manager who is everything but lovable.
So it's kind of hard to fill that desire of both consistency and social interaction. And this party was supposed to be my cure. However it was everything but that.
A/N: (Wouldn't it be mean if I stopped right here? Just kidding, enjoy)
As I mentioned previously everything had gone accordance to plan. The guests began to arrive. Now let me tell you something about the guests and their "gifts". First of all there were over three thousand kids and that's not even close to the amount, I just stopped estimating when I got to three thousand, it was packed! Every kid in each grade in the high school had come, it was an open invitation which meant kids of all ages. So the entire Anaheim Public High School was in an off-limits, top secret zone. But it got worse for the numbers increased. Kids from other schools had heard about it and were coming, all of the private school kids had come, as well as kids from high schools that were out of the district. Thousands of kids were in a place that wasn't supposed to be seen by the public.
Anyway back to the "gifts". After everyone quit bugging me for a picture and autographs they started acting normal, and the "gifts" began to work their magic. There were all sorts of drugs, ecstasy, heroine, marijuana, need I continue? There were alcoholic beverages, every type of beer possible, Budweiser, Miller, Coors, and beer companies that I had never even heard of. Plus there were wall types of wine and champagne. Meeting a celebrity and partying in a top-secret zone I guess calls for champagne.
Well I didn't really care about the "gifts", or the teenage stripper girls, or the other crap that was there. I just cared about everyone enjoying themselves regardless of what they had to do to get that entertainment. I guess when I'm older I'll care but as of now, I don't, I honestly don't and I don't think that there's anything wrong with that. I just wanted people to be having a good time, I wanted people to give me credit for their happiness, it's just the best feeling possible. Giving really is great, especially when you get to get some of what you give.
Due to the amount of people certain parts of the headquarters became open, rooms that I had no intention of letting people enter. But I really had no control over that, but trust me it doesn't mean that I wasn't mad about it, because I was.
Them trashing my room, well that's fine with me because heck it's prettied much trashed to being with. But them trashing my teammates' rooms, well now that's just harsh. I mean they had no right to break Canard's trophies, redecorate WildWing's room, go through the more personal items of the females, and break all of the meditation crystals in Grin's room, and they absolutely no right to have a sword fight with Duke's stuff and than miss and swing the sword out the window or into the wall denting some of his stuff.
And than it got worse, they started go through high tech stuff, all of our gear. They were shooting stuff off left and right. But it really got heated up when they got into the migrator and aerowing. Well it wasn't my fault they knew how to hot wire stuff. Luckily the aerowing never took off, well much anyway.
Needless to say things were not good. And to make things worse it backfired. Phil was the first enter along with Grin for it was Phil who was losing the public's appeal when the migrator was claimed to have a drunk driver, after swivels in the road and than crash into a pole with thirty teenagers, and yeah I mean thirty. You read correctly, thirty. How they squeezed in there I don't know, and I really don't care.
Anyway it was quickly found out by the media, (how they obtain this info so fast I don't know) that a party was being thrown at the pond. Well the restaurant that WildWing and Canard were in had a T.V. that happened to display the news channels, and they were all over this story. So they came in third. Yes third, Duke came in second. Then the ladies. Let me assure you and bet your savings that it was not good, not good at all.
Klegghorn being friends with WildWing didn't blame us and made some quick arrests and easily got everyone out of the place. They too have got a pretty good time record for getting things done. It must have been like ten minutes, only ten minutes! Yeah well maybe time flew by for me because I knew as soon as everyone was gone I was dead. Which I was in case you're interested.
Klegghorn actually helped us in getting rid of the media, well more like getting us home without the media coming in. He also helped by occupying Phil which left six angry, no angry is not the word I'm looking for furious, yes furious will do, six furious ducks, and one poor innocent me. Buying it? Well they didn't.
First they gasped at the place, and I have to admit they had a right to. The place was trashed, and it didn't help that drake's one screen had a porn picture up, and man for once I really noticed how big that screen was. Needless to say that was immediately shut off.
Now the floors, heh what floors? Everything was covered in trash, and not good trash. Beer cans, and drug needles. That does not look good, not at all. And than things really got bad when everyone went into their rooms. Yeah well I am forbidden to ever repeat the language they used. Trust me it was not good, every other word obtained the F word. seriously, the other words used in the sentence was my name, and not in the good way. So after everyone did a quick look around and tour the new headquarters they came after me.badly.
I guess I can't blame them for being mad, but they can't blame me either, it's just so boring around here. Anyway they did blame me, and they blamed me badly.
They were ready to kill; they started to resemble traits of carnivores and instantly I found myself in a dog pile. Lucky for me I have a big brother, and even though he was mad he was still my brother. So he took me by the shirt collar and threw, and I when I say, " threw" I do mean, "threw", literally into my bedroom and locked it. Klegghorn and his men came on in and helped out cleaning the place for they wanted to see how many alcoholic beverages and drugs were exposed. Something about a survey. Anyway a lot of the parents also showed up offering to clean in exchange for not getting sued after what some of their children had done. Their offer had been taken up oppugn and in some miraculous way the place was in mint condition, with the exception of the bedrooms in one hour. I still don't know how they pulled that off, and than again I don't know a lot of things.
Anyway when they came for me, they were not in a good mood, not one whatsoever. I was coldly and harshly placed on the living room couch as everyone else stood hovering over me. Now I like people being around me, but I am claustrophobic and all, and it couldn't of helped none that they were ready to kill.
"Well", said WildWing, "How do you explain this?"
"I don't", I said.
I figured the story was out anyway, and if he hadn't heard it than he would. There was no use in coming up with some fake story; it would just get me in more trouble.
"Look", I said, "I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, I had no idea it was going to go this far, I'm sorry I really am."
"SORRY", cried Mallory, "SORRY? HE GUYS HE SAYS HE'S SORRY!"
"NOSEDIVE", screamed Tanya, "DOES SORRY FIX THE APPLIANCES?'
"Does sorry fix my trophies and my stuff", screamed Canard, "Not to mention-
Okay now the rest of this is a blur because everyone came after me at once. Anyway what I got out of it was everyone using Tanya's "does sorry fix" line. Here were a few of them.
"Does sorry fix my trophies" "Does sorry fix the appliances"
(Yeah they said it more than once, sounded like broken records)
"Does sorry fix the furniture" "Does sorry fix all the money I lost" - This one came from Phil. "Does sorry fix the team's reputation"- Yup Phil again. "I can't believe you let strangers in here! You're not in charge! Who gave you that right!" "Who do you think you are to just completely open our facilities to some pot heads?" "What kind of moron are you?" "How are you even possibly related to WildWing"- Now that hurts! Really badly! I look up to Wing, even when he's mad no matter what and to say that I'm nothing like him hurts real bad. "Little friend don't you think it was wrong to give what was not yours?" - You guessed it, it was Grin all right. "I'm going to pound you, you little demon. Do you know all of the personal things your drunk buddies trashed!" "I can't believe I'm related to you!"- Yup WildWing, he was too upset to come up with anything clever so he took the whole "related" thing into his own possession. "Do you know how long it'll take to clean this?"- And here I thought it was clean! Usually a clean floor and fixed things works for me, but I guess they wanted top notch condition, better than before. "People could have been seriously hurt!" "People could have sued!"- And we all know that Phil said this one.
Okay it's kind of pointless to keep naming everything. It just gets me more upset. Remember when sorry was enough, and sorry would cut it? Not today, and if you don't think that getting yelled at the people you live with doesn't hurt than you're crazy or you've never lived with anyone because you would definitely know that words hurt as do negative feelings. They bashed on me for two hours straight.
And than I blew it.
"I SAID I WAS SORRY", I screamed.
I had taken everything all of the time, I had taken their comments, and logic, but enough was enough.
"IT WAS A MISTAKE," I yelled again.
I stood up face to face with all of them and pushed them so I had some breathing space. Yup this is me either really upset or mental. Anyway they were as startled as I was. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but than again I couldn't believe this whole thing would backfire either.
"You guys aren't my parents", I yelled, "I said I was sorry for the damage! I'll pay it back, but it's not about money or stuff like that, I know that okay? I know it's about our reputation and about responsibility. And well I'm sorry! You hear me, I said I was sorry! It wasn't liked I killed anybody! It got out of control, it wasn't my fault! I'm going to bed!
And I did. I stormed out of the room and straight into my bedroom and locked it. Everyone else decided they had enough for one night and did the same but conveniently seemed to forget that I obtained emotions. Now I wasn't upset anymore now I was mad, and anger in my opinion is worse than sorrow because the actions taken can never lead up to anything good.
Things only went downhill from here.
