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A/N: Had this idea a few months ago. Maybe a Marysue, but I think not. Don't rightfully care anyway. I'll just right what I wanna, and if y'all call it a Marysue, okay. That's your opinion. My story, my opinion. ^_^ Ya know ya wanna keep reading!
"45.56.no.uh." My chewed-up pencil scratched furiously across my paper as I tried to finish my Pre-Calculus homework. I seriously don't understand the point of all this, I'm never going to use this when I get out of school so what's the use now? I've got a hypothesis though; teachers want more money so they make up new courses! Ingenious of them, no? I nibbled on my eraser, wrinkling my nose as pieces of it came off in my mouth. I have got to quit doing that. My mind was a bubbling mass of gray matter and I was only half- way through the sheet, so I decided it was time for a break. Getting up from my desk, I headed out of my room and towards the kitchen to get something to drink. Maybe something to eat too, math takes it out of you. As soon as I stepped into the kitchen I heard a high-pitched squeak and thudding noises like small things hitting the ground. At least it wasn't shattering noises; broken glass wouldn't have been good.
"Carrie!" cried my seven-year-old sister Jessi in a panicked voice. She was half -hidden by the island in the center of the kitchen; I could barely see her light green eyes peering over the counter top in terror. I smirked as I rounded the corner. I suppose I looked the part of the evil big sister right about then. I sure hope so.
"What're you doing?" I asked, surveying the items scattered across the wood floor. A couple of towels, shampoo, a small cooking pot, three boxes of Band-aids and a blanket. The refrigerator was open and it looked like Jessi had been routing around in the fruit drawers. She had also pulled a packet of turkey meat out; it was teetering on the edge precariously. I snatched it before it fell to the ground.
"Don't tell me! You're running away," I said as I tossed the packet into the pot. Jessi stared at me with eyes the size of watermelons. Dang, that kid's got big eyes!
"N-no, that's for my friend." She exclaimed, picking up the pot and clutching it to her chest. I rolled my eyes. Gotta hand it to her, she's got a great imagination. Jessi quickly gathered the rest of her provisions and stuffed them into the blanket, tying it up tightly.
"And who's your friend?" I questioned, walking back around and sitting down on a bar stool. I love egging her on even though my Mom's always telling at me to stop it. That just may be why I do it! She put her things on the island and gave me an uneasy look, as if she was trying to figure out if I was worthy enough to know her friend. I glared menacingly. Instead of quivering in fear, she glared back. Darn, she's getting braver. Must nip that in the bud.
"I can't tell you, he won't let me. And anyways, he wouldn't like you, you're mean!" She snapped, grabbing her stuff and walking towards the door that leads from the kitchen to outside. I cut her off. I love being bigger and faster.
"I am not mean! And why's this one a he?" Usually Jessi's 'friends' were girls; abstract, really weird girls, but girls none the less. There was even one with five eyes, purple and red skin, and long, gold-painted fingernails named Calliope, but I'm not going to go there. Jessi stuck her tongue out at me.
"Cause he said so and he looks like a guy." She replied, trying to get past me by bumping into my body, using her own small weight as a batter ram. It wasn't working.
"Does this guy have a name?" I asked while crossing my arms. Jessi rolled her eyes in an annoyed style. The little bugger.
"I already told you, he won't let me tell you. He thinks you mean. Which you are."
"And you're a baby. He does have a name, right?" Her eyes bugged out as she gave an exaggerated sigh.
"Yes! He just won't let me tell you! Can't you hear me?" she asked, glowering at me. I smiled back just to peeve her off.
"Yes, but your voice is so squeaky it's hard to tell if you're a mouse or a human." Grinning, I grabbed her and walked out of the kitchen. She began yelling immediately but since it was only us at home (I baby-sit on weekdays), nobody heard her. I deposited her onto the couch in the living room and relieved her of the little knick-knacks she had collected.
"Those are mine!" She shrieked, reaching out for them. I held them out of reach and began going through them, snooping around like an average CSI.
"How long have you been taking the band-aids?" I asked, pulling the three new packs she had taken out of the blanket. She frowned and began to fidget. She's six uears old, duh she's going to fidget.
"Since my guy showed up. He's hurt and needs them." She said in a pouting manner. I rolled my eyes and put them on the coffee table.
"And how long ago was that?"
"Only a couple of days ago. He really needs them, Carrie, he's got scratches all over him. Some of 'em are real big! This big!" She stretched her out her arms as far as they would go. Hmm, this is an interesting story. Might as well delve deeper.
"And what's with the shampoo and towels?" I asked, dragging them out onto the coffee table. Jessi looked anxiously towards the window.
"He said that he wants to take a bath in the creek cause he's tired of being bloody." She looked at me forlornly. "Carrie, can I please go? I told him I'd be back before sunset. He said he doesn't want me out after dark anyway." I blinked. She talked as if this was really real and not a game at all. Besides that, Jessi's games never involved blood. Ever. The kid throws up at the sight of it, which I usually think is hilariously funny but not at the moment.
"Carrie, please! He'll be sad if he doesn't get the blanket; he really wanted one yesterday." She tugged at my sleeve insistently. I suddenly had a horrifying thought. What if this wasn't a game? What if she had really found somebody in the woods? What if they were an escaped convict from the state prison who was on death row?! Or I could be rambling on for no reason.
"All right, all right!" She bounced happily and began to scurry around, packing up her stuff. I smirked as I grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. "On one condition though; I go with you." Her smile instantly disappeared.
"No! I told him I wouldn't tell anybody!" Jessi exclaimed, stamping her foot on the ground. I sighed. Whatever. I was probably just being stupid anyway. This guy was just another one of Jessi's imaginary friends.
"Alright, Jess, you can go, but come back soon!" She wrapped her arms around my legs, hugging them until I was sure she was cutting off circulation to them. Prying her off of me, I gave her a shove towards the door. "Now go help your freaky little friend." I said. She shook her head on the way out.
"He's not little, he's really tall!" She yelled the last part as she headed for the back door. The door slammed. I sighed and headed back to my room. Tall imaginary guys, go figure. Now, what was that problem again? If sixty- seven is the circumference of a circle with six by three inch hole cut in it, what is the volume of the hole? Hmmm, fun. Maybe I'll skip the math and go live in Australia with the dingos.
A/N: Had this idea a few months ago. Maybe a Marysue, but I think not. Don't rightfully care anyway. I'll just right what I wanna, and if y'all call it a Marysue, okay. That's your opinion. My story, my opinion. ^_^ Ya know ya wanna keep reading!
"45.56.no.uh." My chewed-up pencil scratched furiously across my paper as I tried to finish my Pre-Calculus homework. I seriously don't understand the point of all this, I'm never going to use this when I get out of school so what's the use now? I've got a hypothesis though; teachers want more money so they make up new courses! Ingenious of them, no? I nibbled on my eraser, wrinkling my nose as pieces of it came off in my mouth. I have got to quit doing that. My mind was a bubbling mass of gray matter and I was only half- way through the sheet, so I decided it was time for a break. Getting up from my desk, I headed out of my room and towards the kitchen to get something to drink. Maybe something to eat too, math takes it out of you. As soon as I stepped into the kitchen I heard a high-pitched squeak and thudding noises like small things hitting the ground. At least it wasn't shattering noises; broken glass wouldn't have been good.
"Carrie!" cried my seven-year-old sister Jessi in a panicked voice. She was half -hidden by the island in the center of the kitchen; I could barely see her light green eyes peering over the counter top in terror. I smirked as I rounded the corner. I suppose I looked the part of the evil big sister right about then. I sure hope so.
"What're you doing?" I asked, surveying the items scattered across the wood floor. A couple of towels, shampoo, a small cooking pot, three boxes of Band-aids and a blanket. The refrigerator was open and it looked like Jessi had been routing around in the fruit drawers. She had also pulled a packet of turkey meat out; it was teetering on the edge precariously. I snatched it before it fell to the ground.
"Don't tell me! You're running away," I said as I tossed the packet into the pot. Jessi stared at me with eyes the size of watermelons. Dang, that kid's got big eyes!
"N-no, that's for my friend." She exclaimed, picking up the pot and clutching it to her chest. I rolled my eyes. Gotta hand it to her, she's got a great imagination. Jessi quickly gathered the rest of her provisions and stuffed them into the blanket, tying it up tightly.
"And who's your friend?" I questioned, walking back around and sitting down on a bar stool. I love egging her on even though my Mom's always telling at me to stop it. That just may be why I do it! She put her things on the island and gave me an uneasy look, as if she was trying to figure out if I was worthy enough to know her friend. I glared menacingly. Instead of quivering in fear, she glared back. Darn, she's getting braver. Must nip that in the bud.
"I can't tell you, he won't let me. And anyways, he wouldn't like you, you're mean!" She snapped, grabbing her stuff and walking towards the door that leads from the kitchen to outside. I cut her off. I love being bigger and faster.
"I am not mean! And why's this one a he?" Usually Jessi's 'friends' were girls; abstract, really weird girls, but girls none the less. There was even one with five eyes, purple and red skin, and long, gold-painted fingernails named Calliope, but I'm not going to go there. Jessi stuck her tongue out at me.
"Cause he said so and he looks like a guy." She replied, trying to get past me by bumping into my body, using her own small weight as a batter ram. It wasn't working.
"Does this guy have a name?" I asked while crossing my arms. Jessi rolled her eyes in an annoyed style. The little bugger.
"I already told you, he won't let me tell you. He thinks you mean. Which you are."
"And you're a baby. He does have a name, right?" Her eyes bugged out as she gave an exaggerated sigh.
"Yes! He just won't let me tell you! Can't you hear me?" she asked, glowering at me. I smiled back just to peeve her off.
"Yes, but your voice is so squeaky it's hard to tell if you're a mouse or a human." Grinning, I grabbed her and walked out of the kitchen. She began yelling immediately but since it was only us at home (I baby-sit on weekdays), nobody heard her. I deposited her onto the couch in the living room and relieved her of the little knick-knacks she had collected.
"Those are mine!" She shrieked, reaching out for them. I held them out of reach and began going through them, snooping around like an average CSI.
"How long have you been taking the band-aids?" I asked, pulling the three new packs she had taken out of the blanket. She frowned and began to fidget. She's six uears old, duh she's going to fidget.
"Since my guy showed up. He's hurt and needs them." She said in a pouting manner. I rolled my eyes and put them on the coffee table.
"And how long ago was that?"
"Only a couple of days ago. He really needs them, Carrie, he's got scratches all over him. Some of 'em are real big! This big!" She stretched her out her arms as far as they would go. Hmm, this is an interesting story. Might as well delve deeper.
"And what's with the shampoo and towels?" I asked, dragging them out onto the coffee table. Jessi looked anxiously towards the window.
"He said that he wants to take a bath in the creek cause he's tired of being bloody." She looked at me forlornly. "Carrie, can I please go? I told him I'd be back before sunset. He said he doesn't want me out after dark anyway." I blinked. She talked as if this was really real and not a game at all. Besides that, Jessi's games never involved blood. Ever. The kid throws up at the sight of it, which I usually think is hilariously funny but not at the moment.
"Carrie, please! He'll be sad if he doesn't get the blanket; he really wanted one yesterday." She tugged at my sleeve insistently. I suddenly had a horrifying thought. What if this wasn't a game? What if she had really found somebody in the woods? What if they were an escaped convict from the state prison who was on death row?! Or I could be rambling on for no reason.
"All right, all right!" She bounced happily and began to scurry around, packing up her stuff. I smirked as I grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. "On one condition though; I go with you." Her smile instantly disappeared.
"No! I told him I wouldn't tell anybody!" Jessi exclaimed, stamping her foot on the ground. I sighed. Whatever. I was probably just being stupid anyway. This guy was just another one of Jessi's imaginary friends.
"Alright, Jess, you can go, but come back soon!" She wrapped her arms around my legs, hugging them until I was sure she was cutting off circulation to them. Prying her off of me, I gave her a shove towards the door. "Now go help your freaky little friend." I said. She shook her head on the way out.
"He's not little, he's really tall!" She yelled the last part as she headed for the back door. The door slammed. I sighed and headed back to my room. Tall imaginary guys, go figure. Now, what was that problem again? If sixty- seven is the circumference of a circle with six by three inch hole cut in it, what is the volume of the hole? Hmmm, fun. Maybe I'll skip the math and go live in Australia with the dingos.