Flashback!!
Hi peeps. I'm back with my wonderful next chapter. Let's take a moment to reflect on life- err screw it; I couldn't care less where the hell I'm going in life, so why should I make you? Fun Fact: This wasn't going to be as funny as it turned out to be, when I started writing I realized exactly what kind of character I wanted Celia to be, and the rest is history.
"Err- pardon my language, I meant yes it was me." Why was she apologizing? Did she honestly give half a rat's ass what he thought? Wait a minute- she did. Never mind, she knew why she knew why she was apologizing.
Celia put her hands on the bars, wrapping her left hand around on of them, and after several attempts to get her continually malfunctioning right hand to do the same she gave up and let it fall to her side. She wasn't in the mood to think about why the hell her hand couldn't grab anything.
"What's wrong with your hand, love?" Jack asked. Celia instinctively turned around and glared at Jack.
"I don't know." She shrugged angrily. Why was she angry anyway? She didn't have any particular reason to be mad at the moment, but it just seemed to fit right at the time.
Jack took a step back, opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head, turned away, and muttered curses. Ah well, he could burn in hell for all Celia cared at the moment. She had to think of something. She did a huge mental search on 'Diamond Dragon,' hoping that MAYBE, just maybe she had forgotten something. But alas, no information came. She was stuck with the fact she had no damn clue what the hell was going on. She was screwed. Damn it all.
Celia suddenly thought of her mother. She had been one of the few people that Celia felt comfortable around. Her mother always made her feel safe, and protected-
All right, you know what's coming don't you? Huh? DON'T YOU? There's no escaping it; it must be read. It has plot developments. So get ready for THE FLASHBACK! MUHAHAHA! In all of its -erm- flashback-y glory.
A four-year-old Celia was hiding underneath her bed. One of the maids was trying to coax her out. No way was she going out there, no sir-ee. Not while the toenail eating monster was out there. Celia was NOT going out there. She valued her toenails.
"What's going on in here?" Her mother asked entering the room. She sat something down on Celia's desk. She wasn't pregnant with George yet.
"Young Miss Thomas won't come out from under the bed." The maid informed as though she was being harassed. Celia's mom smiled.
"I'll take care of it." With that, the maid left the room, with an air of joy, as if glad not to have to deal with Celia anymore. Had Celia known any foul language at the time, she would have used it to describe the departing maid. Celia's mom crawled under the bed with Celia.
"What are we hiding from?" She asked cautiously.
"Toenail eating monster. He eats your toenails. I like my toenails." Celia said, her voice quaking with fear.
"Oh, you know the toenail eating monster, only eats children who don't eat their dessert. You ate your dessert didn't you?" Her mother smiled at her. Of coarse Celia ate her dessert; it was one of the few foods she wasn't afraid of. Meat scared her because it was killed, and she was afraid that their ghost's would come after her for revenge. She was scared of most vegetables because they were green; green was the color of evil. Well, in Celia's opinion anyway.
"Yes." She said to her mother.
"See, there's nothing to be afraid of, so let's get out from under the bed." The older women smiled at her daughter. She had dirty blond hair, light blue eyes, very big lips, and she was on the tall. Celia hadn't inherited anything from her.
Celia smiled back at her mother, and together they crawled out from under the bed.
Her mother pulled her to her feet, and sat her down on the bed. Her mother grasped Celia's hands, and examined her features carefully.
"Celia, remember always look North, and when the sun sets, watch your footing." She then kissed her daughter's forehead, and declared it bedtime.
Celia watched as her mother left the room, trying to find the meaning in her words. Ah hell, it was probably just some twisted wisdom.
That was the end of the wonderful flashback thank you for your time. So continuing on-
Celia groaned, and pushed her head against the bars. Damn it, That didn't help her any. She turned and looked at Jack who was just kind of staring at her.
"I don't suppose that you have any wonderful escape ideas do you?" She said with a desperate kind of plea in her voice. He shook his head. DAMN! She kicked the bars, stubbing her toe. DAMN! She grabbed her foot, and hopped. Why Celia?
Hey guys, sorry this wasn't out sooner, but you know school, writers block, all that other crap. You know, I really expected to have something to say about this chapter, but I don't so I'll leave you with that, oh yeah, Celia isn't afraid of vegetables anymore, just so's ya know. I'm a vegetarian, so her fear of meat stays. Myep. Review. Bye.
Hi peeps. I'm back with my wonderful next chapter. Let's take a moment to reflect on life- err screw it; I couldn't care less where the hell I'm going in life, so why should I make you? Fun Fact: This wasn't going to be as funny as it turned out to be, when I started writing I realized exactly what kind of character I wanted Celia to be, and the rest is history.
"Err- pardon my language, I meant yes it was me." Why was she apologizing? Did she honestly give half a rat's ass what he thought? Wait a minute- she did. Never mind, she knew why she knew why she was apologizing.
Celia put her hands on the bars, wrapping her left hand around on of them, and after several attempts to get her continually malfunctioning right hand to do the same she gave up and let it fall to her side. She wasn't in the mood to think about why the hell her hand couldn't grab anything.
"What's wrong with your hand, love?" Jack asked. Celia instinctively turned around and glared at Jack.
"I don't know." She shrugged angrily. Why was she angry anyway? She didn't have any particular reason to be mad at the moment, but it just seemed to fit right at the time.
Jack took a step back, opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head, turned away, and muttered curses. Ah well, he could burn in hell for all Celia cared at the moment. She had to think of something. She did a huge mental search on 'Diamond Dragon,' hoping that MAYBE, just maybe she had forgotten something. But alas, no information came. She was stuck with the fact she had no damn clue what the hell was going on. She was screwed. Damn it all.
Celia suddenly thought of her mother. She had been one of the few people that Celia felt comfortable around. Her mother always made her feel safe, and protected-
All right, you know what's coming don't you? Huh? DON'T YOU? There's no escaping it; it must be read. It has plot developments. So get ready for THE FLASHBACK! MUHAHAHA! In all of its -erm- flashback-y glory.
A four-year-old Celia was hiding underneath her bed. One of the maids was trying to coax her out. No way was she going out there, no sir-ee. Not while the toenail eating monster was out there. Celia was NOT going out there. She valued her toenails.
"What's going on in here?" Her mother asked entering the room. She sat something down on Celia's desk. She wasn't pregnant with George yet.
"Young Miss Thomas won't come out from under the bed." The maid informed as though she was being harassed. Celia's mom smiled.
"I'll take care of it." With that, the maid left the room, with an air of joy, as if glad not to have to deal with Celia anymore. Had Celia known any foul language at the time, she would have used it to describe the departing maid. Celia's mom crawled under the bed with Celia.
"What are we hiding from?" She asked cautiously.
"Toenail eating monster. He eats your toenails. I like my toenails." Celia said, her voice quaking with fear.
"Oh, you know the toenail eating monster, only eats children who don't eat their dessert. You ate your dessert didn't you?" Her mother smiled at her. Of coarse Celia ate her dessert; it was one of the few foods she wasn't afraid of. Meat scared her because it was killed, and she was afraid that their ghost's would come after her for revenge. She was scared of most vegetables because they were green; green was the color of evil. Well, in Celia's opinion anyway.
"Yes." She said to her mother.
"See, there's nothing to be afraid of, so let's get out from under the bed." The older women smiled at her daughter. She had dirty blond hair, light blue eyes, very big lips, and she was on the tall. Celia hadn't inherited anything from her.
Celia smiled back at her mother, and together they crawled out from under the bed.
Her mother pulled her to her feet, and sat her down on the bed. Her mother grasped Celia's hands, and examined her features carefully.
"Celia, remember always look North, and when the sun sets, watch your footing." She then kissed her daughter's forehead, and declared it bedtime.
Celia watched as her mother left the room, trying to find the meaning in her words. Ah hell, it was probably just some twisted wisdom.
That was the end of the wonderful flashback thank you for your time. So continuing on-
Celia groaned, and pushed her head against the bars. Damn it, That didn't help her any. She turned and looked at Jack who was just kind of staring at her.
"I don't suppose that you have any wonderful escape ideas do you?" She said with a desperate kind of plea in her voice. He shook his head. DAMN! She kicked the bars, stubbing her toe. DAMN! She grabbed her foot, and hopped. Why Celia?
Hey guys, sorry this wasn't out sooner, but you know school, writers block, all that other crap. You know, I really expected to have something to say about this chapter, but I don't so I'll leave you with that, oh yeah, Celia isn't afraid of vegetables anymore, just so's ya know. I'm a vegetarian, so her fear of meat stays. Myep. Review. Bye.