Lucky Me
Chapter 022
Ever had one of those dreams you wished you would wake up from but couldn't?
It's not like those dreams where you were with some super hot movie star who were probably going to send a bill for just appearing in your dream, but one who was too good to be true and therefore you rejected it and made it into a nightmare.
That's what this was like.
Everyone called me Sherry Lu? Or was it Mary Sue? Terry Wuu?
I was this drop dead gorgeous well proportioned babe (for lack of any scientific term) who every guy I met fell in love with me on the spot. I was super smart, sweet, and able to solve all the X-men problems. I also had powers that whooped every X-persons' butt without breaking a sweat (or a nail). I was so perfect.
Too perfect.
That's probably why my brain rejected the dream and made it into a nightmare.
Suddenly I had all these normal people chasing me around screaming at me with torches. The flames of their torches were words, that was weird!
I was so thankful when a knock bumped me out of dreamland and back to the reality of my cookie sheets and Stitch.
Unthankfully I noticed my 'blessed' knock came at two fifty eight in the morning.
I had gotten into the habit of locking my door when I went to bed, and therefore was forced by my own stupid ideas to get up and unlock the door. And if there was another person in this world who when they woke up found their brain was still vacationing in Carbo, Mexico for the night, they'll understand. I made my way to the door, which was strangely easy.
Back in my old house, in my old room, I would have stepped or tripped at least four times getting to the door. I was a very typical teenage in the respect that I believed a clean room was a sign of a dirty mind. When my room was messy, I could find anything (and if I couldn't my mom could) but when it's clean I couldn't find my own feet!
I opened the door, with Stitch in hand, "What?" I yawned.
I was greeted with a happy, smiling person. Man, I hate morning people.
"You look ready to take on the world."
If the world prevented me from getting back into bed in under five minutes, I'd breathe in its face and let my morning breath kill it.
I was not a morning person. I was a late afternoon person.
"You need to get downstairs ASAP."
"But I was sleeping!" I yawned to emphasis my point.
"Sorry, no more erotic dreams about me tonight, sweetheart."
What?
That pre-sump-tious ingrate! I was not sure if my feathers ruffled, my cheeks turned beat red, or my jaw dropped first, but they all happened. If I wasn't so shocked, and so tired (and such a bad shot, but let me leave that out of the equation for victory's sake) I would have thrown something at him.
I stepped away from the door in disbelief.
"You're on monitor duty tonight," Bobby-pervert added.
Again, the brilliant genius I was known to be just stood there with her big mouth open staring at this boy, but when my brain decided to get back to me, I said the first two things that came to my mind (the first two coherent things), "You're sick! And it's three in the morning!"
"And in a minute it will be three oh one, and at that time you'll be late."
Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!
Even worse! A perverted jerk!
A perverted jerk who woke me up at three in morning with sick comments and was telling me I had 'monitor' duty.
What was that anyway? Like hall monitor duty?
Oh no, I didn't have to stand around in the hall pestering people to get back into bed, that would have made sense. What I got to do was look at TV screens with trees. Just trees and nothing but trees.
You think that's the worst part?
The really annoying thing was that I was told I had to sit down there for five stinkin' hours. If it was just me and Stitch (I was tired and he's my buddy) I would have knocked out a long time ago, but there were two people assigned to each shift.
Why on earth did they need two people to watch a bunch of trees?
It wasn't any of the other 'newbies' or even a female, oh no, the same cruel person watching down on me decided to get another chuckle in by making me sit in a tiny room watching tree TV with Mr. Bishop. If this room was any smaller I'd have to put my wings back inside my back!
He was a huge man. He was like a foot taller than me, and about ten feet wider! Real impressive (scary). This was the guy who was supposedly from the future. But back to the trees, me, and Mr. Bishop in the tiny room.
He was all dark and quiet, shuffling through papers, and every time a breeze blew the stupid trees he would glare at the TV. And then it would stop. I would hate to see what he'd do if he ever had to watch the trees when it rained!
Two hours later, I had every squirrel named, and decided that Joey the Nut Collector and Natty the Nutty must have had a bad break up because they kept screeching at each other, while Tommy the Toes chased Natty around, and Joey chased him. I was so bored.
I was close to breaking the silence (shows you just how desperate I was) when he did it for me.
"This is your first night in here?"
Made it sound like a prison term…which to a sleep deprived girl was exactly what it was.
"Yes, sir." Some people you just had to use all those respectable terms with.
"Your mother sent the latest sentinel attack to us."
Ouch, so much for light conversation.
"I-I-that's what everyone thinks," I muttered, my voice trying to stay in my throat.
"Indeed."
Five minutes in silence. Okay, so it was my time to start the next batch of conversation.
"Are you really from the future?" I started to pick at Stitch's ear.
"Yes, from one version of the future."
Dot, dot, dot.
"So, you know what's going to happen to everyone?"
"Not everyone, most are just myths and legends."
"Oh."
That's the end of the conversation; I was dying to ask if he knew what happened to me. But then I started to think that if something really bad happened to me that I just did not want to know. Maybe I'd be brave enough to ask one day, but as for tonight, I checked the clock. Two hours and ten minutes to go before I could hunt down and destroy Natty for cheating on Joey.
I needed a life.
No, I needed sleep and a cookie. A life didn't seem so important when I didn't have either of those.
"You look horrible."
Why does everyone say that like it's not supposed to be hateful? 'You look like dog vomit' was what they should say, that way it's not hiding under the pretense of a friendly observation. I was in a grumpy mood that day around lunch time. I didn't want anyone to smile at me, I didn't want them to notice me, I would have been back in my bedroom if Scott didn't lock my door again. And the Rec. room couch? It was lost to the rear ends of Chris and Adam who were having a video game play off.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Maybe you should get some sleep."
Well why didn't I think of that? Oh wait! I did!
Agh, I needed sugar. I needed sleep. I needed to adjust my shorts, they're starting to hurt.
Something about being dead tired will make something (good judgment) go right out the door and fly to Jamaica for the world limbo tournament. It made you do things that you never thought were conceivable, say things that you heard from movies to people you usually death glare while their heads are turned. I did something that got me more than grounded; it got me a nick-name that won't wash out with time.
Let me tell you about it.
It was in the late afternoon on the same day that I had gotten maybe a grand total of four hours of sleep (which explained the dancing elephants I kept seeing throughout the day). And I was going after the contraband I had given D-M to hide in her room. It was odd because I wasn't even asked about it, even though I knew they must have seen it on the receipt.
I was on my way back (trying to play it smooth with this square package that was noticeable under my shirt) to the guys dorm, when he appeared out of thin air.
I thought only Mr. Kurt could teleport!
But no, Mr. Cookie-Nazi was there with arms crossed, and a smirk plastered so hard on his face. It looked like it hurt to wear it!
"You have something I have to take away, Kerry."
"No, I don't." I replied trying to get around him. Although I've heard him being called 'Slim' this guy was blocking my exit!
"The cookies under your shirt?"
This man was evil incarnate! I huffed and handed over the package.
"I've got to hand it to you, D'mon," what was he a P.E. teacher? "You've got to be the most dedicated kid I've seen in a while. If only you'd show that kind of tact to learn your powers."
With that the evil, evil man walked away.
Normally, as in cookie incidents passed, I would have glared at his back and fussed at him in my mind.
Not this time, baby.
This time I was sleep deprived and ready to act on any foolish notion that waltzed into my brain on the arm of a pink elephant.
And the first step of that foolish notion was to follow the cookie thief.
After he was on the ground floor, as I peeked through the railing of the stairs that the second step came to me. The thing that got me grounded.
I tackled his cookie nabbing behind to the ground.
"What the-!"
It was more of a pounce/tackle because I had to jump off the stairs into him.
He was totally taken off guard, and I didn't waste any time for him to get back to his senses. Hefting myself up and off of Summers, I grabbed the cookies from his hands and nearly broke my neck going up stairs.
By this time people seemed to bleed from the walls, because all of a sudden they were there. Everywhere.
"What's goin' on out here?" Sam wanted to know.
Scott was getting up, rubbing his neck, and glaring (I guess) at me.
"Kerry! That was not called for."
I was crushing the cookies against my chest as I sat on the second floor returning his glare.
"Yes it was!" This was the part where my brain went back to Carbo and refused to send a postcard to tell my mouth to shut up. "Ever since I got here you've insulted me, starved me, stuck me on ice pillars, threw me around in the air, and tried to kill me by frying me in that weird dangerous room thingie. You took away my room and stuck me with the sunshine IT creature for two weeks, made me eat health food with little taste, and if I'm lucky with no taste at all! I think for all that, I have a right to eat! And if I get fat off of this then at least I can be a happy fat person instead of a miserable girl that has to go without! I think it was called for and you are the one that ordered it so you got it!"
I promptly ripped open my cherished cookies and started to shove them in my mouth. They were nothing but large crumbs by then, but man did they taste good. I missed them so much! It took me a while to notice something wasn't right with those around me. To my utter surprise the entire place was deathly quiet and all eyes were on me.
And then, and then someone started to laugh. And then another, pretty soon most of the people present were either laughing or just smiling goofily.
"Don't get in between that girl and her sweets Scott; you might not get your hand back."
"I guess we better start calling you Cookie, huh?"
"That's Cookie with a 'k'," I grumbled, shoveling more food into my mouth.
Unfortunately, later, I got grounded again for disrespecting a superior.
Also, I got a stomachache later that night from eating so many sweets in one sitting.
But I didn't tell them that, nope, no way, no how, I was not going to let them have that sort of satisfaction!
