Hope you're liking this fic so far. Thanks to all my reviewers last
chapter, but Texas, I must ask...What is a SurlySnapSue? I've heard MarySue,
MaryLou(not the donkey), MaryWho...Lol, but not Surly Snap Sue.
Enjoy chappie!
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I dropped the stub of my cigarette into a hole and went up to the Wreck Room. The guys that were already there stopped and looked at me. I ignored them and sat on the sofa in front of the television. I stared at the screen, in deep thought until a crazy haired someone plopped down beside me.
"Hi." He said. I sighed.
"What now?" I said.
"I'm just saying 'hi.' You don't have to be pushy." He said. I rolled my eyes. He stared.
"Why are you still here?" I put a hand over my eyes. I needed another smoke after dealing with this kid.
"Cuz I can be here." He said.
"Not if I don't know your name."
"Zigzag."
"Oh good: Zigzag, go away." He didn't move.
"Was is it with you and staring?" I got up and left, slightly pissed. I wanted to be left alone. Like it used to be before I was sent here. But now, I'm surrounded all day, with no privacy whatsoever.
I lit a match.
Then I heard the gasp.
"What are you doing?" The person said. I sighed.
"What does it look like?" I turned around and faced a tall boy with curly brown hair that was half-hidden under an orange cap. I took out a cigarette and lit it.
"That's really bad for your lungs, you know." He said.
"Who the hell are you to tell me about what's bad for my lungs?" I snapped. He paused.
"Sorry." He said timidly. I looked at him and smirked.
"I'm Diamond. Who are you?" I said. He seemed the shy type.
"Caveman."
"Ahah. Does everyone go by nicknames here or what?" I asked, kicking up some sand.
"Yeah, it's like...tradition. Like all the boys in my family were named Stanley, 'cuz it's my last name spelled backwards..." He trailed off. I nodded.
"Yeah, interesting." I said, listlessly. He looked somewhat hurt.
"Okay...well, I guess I'll go now." He said.
"You do that." I replied, thankful for another chance of privacy. He left, and I just stood there, thinking. I never thought of anything big, just minor things. Like how smoke looks as it billows up after you exhale, or how little bits of sand blew up as the touch of the wind washed over the ground. Just little things so I could take a break from all the hard stuff in life, like how my hands were hurting like hell, or how the idiot judge sent me to the wrong camp.
I dropped the stub in a hole and then went into the Wreck Room. I plopped down on the sofa in front of the TV and was out cold for the rest of the night.
~*~
I heard the stupid horn again and then sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was aching all over. My hands, my arms, my eyes, my back...were all hurting in one way or another. I got up miserably and trudged out of the room. I picked up the honey soaked corn tortilla and then grabbed a shovel. X-ray grabbed "his" shovel and gave me a spoiled brat look. I didn't care about that doofus. He could get bit by a lizard-spotted yellow...yellow-lizard- spotted...a lizard for all I care. God, I was so tired I couldn't even think straight.
Digging was hectic. My blisters popped and I even got a splinter in the middle of my palm that hurt more than a mom having triplets. I glanced around my half dug hole and saw once again that people were way ahead of me. The little fuzzy-haired kid had finished already and was helping Caveman with his hole.
"Lucky ass." I muttered. Soon, they too had finished and I was left with Zigzag and the Mexican boy whose name I didn't know. I gripped the shovel firmly and pushed on, a trickle of blood running down my arm. Just then I felt something slither against my leg. I looked down quickly, thinking that one of those little lizard-yellow-spots had got me, but instead I saw the hugest rattler ever.
I stared at it, transfixed, as it slid around me, its forked tongue lapping the air hungrily. It turned its ugly face up towards me and hissed...
...And then it struck.
~*~
Right. So now she dies. The end.
*twiddles thumbs*
...
*Can't ignore angry glares any longer*
Okay, she MAY survive! Find out next chappie!
Enjoy chappie!
~*~
I dropped the stub of my cigarette into a hole and went up to the Wreck Room. The guys that were already there stopped and looked at me. I ignored them and sat on the sofa in front of the television. I stared at the screen, in deep thought until a crazy haired someone plopped down beside me.
"Hi." He said. I sighed.
"What now?" I said.
"I'm just saying 'hi.' You don't have to be pushy." He said. I rolled my eyes. He stared.
"Why are you still here?" I put a hand over my eyes. I needed another smoke after dealing with this kid.
"Cuz I can be here." He said.
"Not if I don't know your name."
"Zigzag."
"Oh good: Zigzag, go away." He didn't move.
"Was is it with you and staring?" I got up and left, slightly pissed. I wanted to be left alone. Like it used to be before I was sent here. But now, I'm surrounded all day, with no privacy whatsoever.
I lit a match.
Then I heard the gasp.
"What are you doing?" The person said. I sighed.
"What does it look like?" I turned around and faced a tall boy with curly brown hair that was half-hidden under an orange cap. I took out a cigarette and lit it.
"That's really bad for your lungs, you know." He said.
"Who the hell are you to tell me about what's bad for my lungs?" I snapped. He paused.
"Sorry." He said timidly. I looked at him and smirked.
"I'm Diamond. Who are you?" I said. He seemed the shy type.
"Caveman."
"Ahah. Does everyone go by nicknames here or what?" I asked, kicking up some sand.
"Yeah, it's like...tradition. Like all the boys in my family were named Stanley, 'cuz it's my last name spelled backwards..." He trailed off. I nodded.
"Yeah, interesting." I said, listlessly. He looked somewhat hurt.
"Okay...well, I guess I'll go now." He said.
"You do that." I replied, thankful for another chance of privacy. He left, and I just stood there, thinking. I never thought of anything big, just minor things. Like how smoke looks as it billows up after you exhale, or how little bits of sand blew up as the touch of the wind washed over the ground. Just little things so I could take a break from all the hard stuff in life, like how my hands were hurting like hell, or how the idiot judge sent me to the wrong camp.
I dropped the stub in a hole and then went into the Wreck Room. I plopped down on the sofa in front of the TV and was out cold for the rest of the night.
~*~
I heard the stupid horn again and then sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was aching all over. My hands, my arms, my eyes, my back...were all hurting in one way or another. I got up miserably and trudged out of the room. I picked up the honey soaked corn tortilla and then grabbed a shovel. X-ray grabbed "his" shovel and gave me a spoiled brat look. I didn't care about that doofus. He could get bit by a lizard-spotted yellow...yellow-lizard- spotted...a lizard for all I care. God, I was so tired I couldn't even think straight.
Digging was hectic. My blisters popped and I even got a splinter in the middle of my palm that hurt more than a mom having triplets. I glanced around my half dug hole and saw once again that people were way ahead of me. The little fuzzy-haired kid had finished already and was helping Caveman with his hole.
"Lucky ass." I muttered. Soon, they too had finished and I was left with Zigzag and the Mexican boy whose name I didn't know. I gripped the shovel firmly and pushed on, a trickle of blood running down my arm. Just then I felt something slither against my leg. I looked down quickly, thinking that one of those little lizard-yellow-spots had got me, but instead I saw the hugest rattler ever.
I stared at it, transfixed, as it slid around me, its forked tongue lapping the air hungrily. It turned its ugly face up towards me and hissed...
...And then it struck.
~*~
Right. So now she dies. The end.
*twiddles thumbs*
...
*Can't ignore angry glares any longer*
Okay, she MAY survive! Find out next chappie!
