Catalina: Anyone want to know what the second half of Clara's name is? It's
Clara: (casts silence) Don't you dare.
Catalina: (bends over, starts to write) It's C-l-a-r-
Clara: (tackles Catalina from behind, holds her hands behind her back with difficulty) STOP!!!! NOW, YOU JERK!!!!!
Eika: What are you guys arguing about?
Clara: (undoes spell on Catalina silently after quickly jumping off) Oh, nothing.
Eika: (unconvinced) Riiiiight.
Catalina: Go back to worrying about how, since you got a D on your progress report, you might get a D on your report card, meaning your parents will get even tougher on your case, and you might not be allowed to go to that trip to six flags to perform with your band and ride all the rides and will be sooooooo much fun,
Eika: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IF I FAIL!!!!! THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME I GOT A D ON A REPORT OF ANY KIND, I CAN'T!!!!!!! I'M DEAD I'M DEAD I'M DEAD I'M DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (goes off worrying)
Clara: Thank goodness.
Catalina: Hallelujah
Clara: So. should we start?
Catalina: Why not?
I walk over to the soft rectangle and sit down. I'm not going to say a word the whole time. I look at the ground as they finish drawing up the chain, silently hoping they'll leave me alone for once.
"Hello there," Comments King Zidane. No such luck. They're idiotically trying to talk, as usual. "Why don't you come out and have a seat." He unlocks my cage and attempts to coax me out. He fails miserably. Understandably, too, as I can be incredibly stubborn.
"We think we might have some information on your little sister. Do you have any more information to help us in our search?" Listen to my telepathic, brainwashing thoughts. You. Do. Not. Have. Any. Info. Queen of those majoring in moron courses.
"Guess not," Interjects the turkey. Or is he a rooster? I can't tell. Must have had a rooster dad and turkey mom.
"At least tell us if you're not planning on saying anything this whole time, so we won't expect you to answer! The nerve!" The princess pill yells suddenly. Puh-lease. Idiot.
"You ungrateful immigrant! We try to help you with whatever it is that's bothering you, and you ignore us!" . And the knight loses it. "You abhorrent oaf!! You incompetent, foolish child!!! You impostering, festering, intolerant,-"
"STEINER, SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!" Shouts everyone but the rambling knight. I look at them in amazement. King Zidane glances at me and chuckles.
"I'm guessing you didn't know royalty used profound language. Close your mouth if you're not going to talk." Woopsie. I close my mouth and try to look as if I'm not at all surprised. He laughs, amused, at the expression on my face. "We also called this little conference to let you know about prisoner exercise. But I won't tell you if you don't come out." Shit. Obviously I have very little choice in the matter. I slowly get up and walk hesitantly to the door. There I stop.
"Go to the chaaaaaair. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." Commands Princess Numb. . . ummmmmmm. head? I go to the chaaaaaair. I siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I imitate her chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiildiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish taaaaaalkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing in my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind.
"Good job!" Commends General Beatrix. I am not a kid.
"Now, every week we let our prisoners get some exercise outside. Once a week they go on a camping trip, with us as supervisors. Leave around noon, go fishing, pitch tents, spend the night, do some business, have fun." I stare at him, heart beating fast. Outside? Away from this prison where I'm restricted at every turn? Finally!!
"We also find out if you know how to read," Grunts turkey-boy. "If you don't know the alphabet and can't work with numbers at the very least then we get to teach them." Alphabet? Uncle explained alphabets to us, then had us make up our own. I'll probably be able to wing it. I just hope they don't realize I don't know what I'm doing.
"Of course, if you don't want to-"
"Of course I want to!!!" I blurt out without thinking, then slam my mouth shut. Oopsie. The queen smiles.
"I'll be looking forward to it," She says, coming over. I freeze, scared. What are her intentions? Carefully she runs her hand along my cheek brushing hair off my face. "Do you want any supper?"
I manage to shake my head, unnerved by this gesture of. what? Kindness? Her hand, so soft. . . no. It's a tool, fake kindness; they're using to break me. She holds out her hand, and I stare at it, unsure. What does she want me to do? She takes my hand out of my lap and tugs, gently. I rise, and she leads me back to my cage. "You might want to try sleeping on the bed this time, under the blankets." She says, going to the soft platform. With one hand she draws back a covering on the rectangle. . . no, a bed, and the coverings are blankets. She then walks out and spins the combination lock, and they throw the heavy covering over my cage as I am lowered. Finally.
I get out my jerky and sit on the bed, eating to my hearts content. Soon I will be out of here, and then I won't need so much food. Still, I stop before I'm completely full; too much food would make me sleepy and give me cramps, making exercises hard. I look at the remainder and balk- I ate nearly a quarter of what I brought. I mustn't be so wasteful in the future. What would Catalina think- Catalina. How is she fairing? She must be fine. I quickly blink away tears, as we haven't been apart in an awfully long time, years in fact. It feels like part of me is gone with her. I catch myself about to sigh and stop. I mustn't show any weakness, it'll make the torture worse.
What torture?
I start in surprise at hearing this voice, falling on my face in the midst of pushing up. Ouch. To the voice I reply, the torture to come, of course. Whether it's a spirit or what, there'll probably be an answer.
How do you know there's torture to come? They seem to be treating you better than that horrid Uncle of yours.
He's not- wait a minute. How do you know about Uncle? And of course there's torture to come. They're just trying to break me.
Then how come they haven't attacked you yet?
There's always been a knight in view, or hearing range.
Not during those conferences. They're treating you nicely, honestly. They don't hurt you. Why won't you tell them the truth?
Because it isn't the truth. there. Done with pushups. I flip over and start sit-ups.
It is.
But. then my whole life would've been a lie. There's no way it wasn't but. her hand. It was soothing, comforting almost. No! It's a lie!
Whether you like it or not, think about it. I am one of your Eidolons, Kikira.
Great. A nosy Eidolon. I finish my sit-ups and jog slowly around the cage a few times, and then approach the. bed. I lie down on it and pull the. blankets over me. It's soft!! It seems to melt around me; my muscles instantly relax. With a sigh I roll over, cushion my head in my arm, and fall asleep.
Clara: Ugh. Finally.
Eika: YAAAAAAAAAHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! ALRIGHT!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Catalina: You really have to lay off the chocolate.
Clara: I don't think that's why she's screaming.
Eika: No! I got 5 A's, the rest B's, so my dad owes me 25 smackers!!
Clara: Smackers?
Catalina: Anything else?
Eika: YEEEESS!!! I entered a poetry contest a while ago, and it's getting published!! And it'll still belong to me!!! And I'm a semifinalist in the contest!!! Meaning I'm eligible to win 1,000 dollars in the monthly contest!! And 1,000,000 dollars in the yearly contest!!!!!!!!
Clara: And you're excited because?
Eika: I also got an e-mail from a contest judge!!! He came from Europe!!! And will publish it in another collection of poetry from various authors!!!!
Catalina: Fame. Oh. No.
Eika: I feel like writing!!! WRITING EVERYTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!
Clara: Does this mean all your stories will get new chapters?
Catalina: Did you post this poem?
Eika: Yes and yes. I'll update soon.
Catalina: Oh. No. Next chapter is about me.
Eika: (runs around screaming excitedly, luckily she's the only 1 home so far, and is looking like an idiot)
Clara: I never want to see her this excited again. Ever.
Catalina: Let's end this before she decides to write in this state of mind, shall we?
Clara: (casts silence) Don't you dare.
Catalina: (bends over, starts to write) It's C-l-a-r-
Clara: (tackles Catalina from behind, holds her hands behind her back with difficulty) STOP!!!! NOW, YOU JERK!!!!!
Eika: What are you guys arguing about?
Clara: (undoes spell on Catalina silently after quickly jumping off) Oh, nothing.
Eika: (unconvinced) Riiiiight.
Catalina: Go back to worrying about how, since you got a D on your progress report, you might get a D on your report card, meaning your parents will get even tougher on your case, and you might not be allowed to go to that trip to six flags to perform with your band and ride all the rides and will be sooooooo much fun,
Eika: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IF I FAIL!!!!! THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME I GOT A D ON A REPORT OF ANY KIND, I CAN'T!!!!!!! I'M DEAD I'M DEAD I'M DEAD I'M DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (goes off worrying)
Clara: Thank goodness.
Catalina: Hallelujah
Clara: So. should we start?
Catalina: Why not?
I walk over to the soft rectangle and sit down. I'm not going to say a word the whole time. I look at the ground as they finish drawing up the chain, silently hoping they'll leave me alone for once.
"Hello there," Comments King Zidane. No such luck. They're idiotically trying to talk, as usual. "Why don't you come out and have a seat." He unlocks my cage and attempts to coax me out. He fails miserably. Understandably, too, as I can be incredibly stubborn.
"We think we might have some information on your little sister. Do you have any more information to help us in our search?" Listen to my telepathic, brainwashing thoughts. You. Do. Not. Have. Any. Info. Queen of those majoring in moron courses.
"Guess not," Interjects the turkey. Or is he a rooster? I can't tell. Must have had a rooster dad and turkey mom.
"At least tell us if you're not planning on saying anything this whole time, so we won't expect you to answer! The nerve!" The princess pill yells suddenly. Puh-lease. Idiot.
"You ungrateful immigrant! We try to help you with whatever it is that's bothering you, and you ignore us!" . And the knight loses it. "You abhorrent oaf!! You incompetent, foolish child!!! You impostering, festering, intolerant,-"
"STEINER, SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!" Shouts everyone but the rambling knight. I look at them in amazement. King Zidane glances at me and chuckles.
"I'm guessing you didn't know royalty used profound language. Close your mouth if you're not going to talk." Woopsie. I close my mouth and try to look as if I'm not at all surprised. He laughs, amused, at the expression on my face. "We also called this little conference to let you know about prisoner exercise. But I won't tell you if you don't come out." Shit. Obviously I have very little choice in the matter. I slowly get up and walk hesitantly to the door. There I stop.
"Go to the chaaaaaair. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." Commands Princess Numb. . . ummmmmmm. head? I go to the chaaaaaair. I siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I imitate her chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiildiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish taaaaaalkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing in my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind.
"Good job!" Commends General Beatrix. I am not a kid.
"Now, every week we let our prisoners get some exercise outside. Once a week they go on a camping trip, with us as supervisors. Leave around noon, go fishing, pitch tents, spend the night, do some business, have fun." I stare at him, heart beating fast. Outside? Away from this prison where I'm restricted at every turn? Finally!!
"We also find out if you know how to read," Grunts turkey-boy. "If you don't know the alphabet and can't work with numbers at the very least then we get to teach them." Alphabet? Uncle explained alphabets to us, then had us make up our own. I'll probably be able to wing it. I just hope they don't realize I don't know what I'm doing.
"Of course, if you don't want to-"
"Of course I want to!!!" I blurt out without thinking, then slam my mouth shut. Oopsie. The queen smiles.
"I'll be looking forward to it," She says, coming over. I freeze, scared. What are her intentions? Carefully she runs her hand along my cheek brushing hair off my face. "Do you want any supper?"
I manage to shake my head, unnerved by this gesture of. what? Kindness? Her hand, so soft. . . no. It's a tool, fake kindness; they're using to break me. She holds out her hand, and I stare at it, unsure. What does she want me to do? She takes my hand out of my lap and tugs, gently. I rise, and she leads me back to my cage. "You might want to try sleeping on the bed this time, under the blankets." She says, going to the soft platform. With one hand she draws back a covering on the rectangle. . . no, a bed, and the coverings are blankets. She then walks out and spins the combination lock, and they throw the heavy covering over my cage as I am lowered. Finally.
I get out my jerky and sit on the bed, eating to my hearts content. Soon I will be out of here, and then I won't need so much food. Still, I stop before I'm completely full; too much food would make me sleepy and give me cramps, making exercises hard. I look at the remainder and balk- I ate nearly a quarter of what I brought. I mustn't be so wasteful in the future. What would Catalina think- Catalina. How is she fairing? She must be fine. I quickly blink away tears, as we haven't been apart in an awfully long time, years in fact. It feels like part of me is gone with her. I catch myself about to sigh and stop. I mustn't show any weakness, it'll make the torture worse.
What torture?
I start in surprise at hearing this voice, falling on my face in the midst of pushing up. Ouch. To the voice I reply, the torture to come, of course. Whether it's a spirit or what, there'll probably be an answer.
How do you know there's torture to come? They seem to be treating you better than that horrid Uncle of yours.
He's not- wait a minute. How do you know about Uncle? And of course there's torture to come. They're just trying to break me.
Then how come they haven't attacked you yet?
There's always been a knight in view, or hearing range.
Not during those conferences. They're treating you nicely, honestly. They don't hurt you. Why won't you tell them the truth?
Because it isn't the truth. there. Done with pushups. I flip over and start sit-ups.
It is.
But. then my whole life would've been a lie. There's no way it wasn't but. her hand. It was soothing, comforting almost. No! It's a lie!
Whether you like it or not, think about it. I am one of your Eidolons, Kikira.
Great. A nosy Eidolon. I finish my sit-ups and jog slowly around the cage a few times, and then approach the. bed. I lie down on it and pull the. blankets over me. It's soft!! It seems to melt around me; my muscles instantly relax. With a sigh I roll over, cushion my head in my arm, and fall asleep.
Clara: Ugh. Finally.
Eika: YAAAAAAAAAHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! ALRIGHT!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Catalina: You really have to lay off the chocolate.
Clara: I don't think that's why she's screaming.
Eika: No! I got 5 A's, the rest B's, so my dad owes me 25 smackers!!
Clara: Smackers?
Catalina: Anything else?
Eika: YEEEESS!!! I entered a poetry contest a while ago, and it's getting published!! And it'll still belong to me!!! And I'm a semifinalist in the contest!!! Meaning I'm eligible to win 1,000 dollars in the monthly contest!! And 1,000,000 dollars in the yearly contest!!!!!!!!
Clara: And you're excited because?
Eika: I also got an e-mail from a contest judge!!! He came from Europe!!! And will publish it in another collection of poetry from various authors!!!!
Catalina: Fame. Oh. No.
Eika: I feel like writing!!! WRITING EVERYTHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!
Clara: Does this mean all your stories will get new chapters?
Catalina: Did you post this poem?
Eika: Yes and yes. I'll update soon.
Catalina: Oh. No. Next chapter is about me.
Eika: (runs around screaming excitedly, luckily she's the only 1 home so far, and is looking like an idiot)
Clara: I never want to see her this excited again. Ever.
Catalina: Let's end this before she decides to write in this state of mind, shall we?
