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Chapter: er-something
Of
Bowling: The Sport of the Broken Hearted
Interlude to Death.
Sparrow couldn't sleep. The absence of Charlie gnawed at her mind, making it impossible. Instead, she found herself thinking over the last twenty years of her life. Things had changed drastically. Well she supposed it would have, but not QUITE in this direction. The Sparrow of that time had had no plans of marrying or having the dreaded children, children that she was more than sure would be corrupted if they ever became a reality. She had never imaged moving out of the city to some small little town where the emergency room would get to know her and her family on a first name basis. Her family. Now that really summed it up. She had never expected to be part of a family outside the one she had been born into. And, Sparrow thought smiling, she liked it. But right now, it was in trouble and no one was trying to do anything about it- which unfortunately meant she would have to.
The thought was uncomfortable. Things always had a tendency of becoming more, shall we say complicated, when she tried to fix them. And worst of all, the person she had come to rely on to help, to stick with her, and if need be drive her to the emergency room was currently sleeping two floors down and acting like a crazy man. After various brushes with the police, incidents with fire and other mishaps, Sparrow and her children had finally pushed him over the edge.
Well that was HIS problem, a rebellious voice in Sparrow's head shouted. Quietly getting out of her bed, Sparrow hobbled downstairs to the couch were Charlie was curled up on the too small pull-out. Sparrow lay down beside him. Charlie didn't wake up; he just sleepily wrapped an arm around her.
Sparrow knew that tomorrow she was going to have to have one hell of a conversation with Charlie. She was going to need her rest for it.
Ginny was annoyed. Before, she had hated her sister with a steady, calm hatred that incited her to just random acts of mayhem to annoy her sister.
Well, all bets were off now.
The Elder Sister was in for it. The Anger that normally stayed tightly under control blazed in her veins! It ignited a fiery inferno of hatred in the pit of her stomach. She hadn't been this angry since her Elder Sister had dared say that Glinda was the good witch and the Wicked Witch of West wasn't.
GIVE ME A FLYING MONKEY ARMY!
GIVE ME A BROOMSTICK!
GIVE ME GREEN SKIN!
GIVE ME A CACKLE THAT CAUSES ALL THE HAIRS ON YOUR SKIN TO FREEZE IN FRIGHT!
And I will give you a witch.
So how could anyone say that Glinda, with her pacifist Munchkin army, red hair, big puffy pink dress, and her BUBBLE be the good witch?
No, you couldn't… unless you were stupid…like Finn.
But anyway, what Finn had done this time was really inexcusable. She had sold her out to the 'rents. Now her father was talking about some child psychologist in New York, cause apparently it's strange for a six year old to spend half the night sketching and painting things by the dull light of a flower shaped night light! Apparently, telling the truth is strangely untrue because the Wicked Witch of the West wasn't real and she most certainly wouldn't be hanging out with the Beatles or Pooh, who also by the way apparently didn't exist either! Apparently, pinning all your sketches to the walls and ceilings is strange!
Well, Ginny most certainly didn't think she was strange and she most certainly blamed the fact that everyone thought she was on her Elder Sister, the infamous Double D aka Duchesss of Death! Yes, it was time to get rid of this evil here and now. In the darkness she was going to have to strike to shine a light-just like her flower shaped night light!
To the computer! She was going to need some help of the spiritual kind.
Mac posted the sticky note right onto the front page of the newspaper Earnest was reading.
"What does May 12, 8:00 mean?"
"It means put on your fancy duds and prepare to kiss a lot of ass."
"Excuse me?"
"You've been invited to the Clemmet's Anniversary Party."
"What?"
"The Clemmet's Anniversary Party on May 12 at 8:00pm."
"And let me guess, there are lots of rich people there that could lend support and money toward the campaign?"
"BINGO!"
"It's sure to be a lovely evening."
Raven was immensely unimpressed with what was happening at the moment. He had just been evicted from his law offices as well as his apartment. Half of his clients had told him they were going elsewhere for their legal services.
This had all the markings of his mother and her clawing, leeching manipulation tactics. The old battle axe and those other meddlesome fusspots of the clan of O'Connelly had been busy. Luckily, through some legal haggling-he wasn't a lawyer for nothing-he had managed to give himself a few days before they started to chuck his stuff out onto the street. With that immediate problem solved he moved onto the next one, which was what the hell was he going to do now?
It wasn't like he could just lease and rent new places. His mother would have certainly got to all those places already and used her particular, unique charm to make sure no one leased, rented or sold to him. But it wasn't like he could even very well pay for anything anyway since he was pretty sure his mother had frozen all his accounts. Well, he thought, if SHE insists on making a big deal about the Lyons, then I might as well make it worth the hassle.
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Samantha Lyon looked up sharply into the eyes of one of the last people in the world she had expected to see.
"Can I help you?"
"I think you may be the only one who can," said Raven O'Connelly taking a seat in one of the two chairs located in the offices of the Lyon Industry.
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In a large apartment across town, one Gwen O'Connelly stopped suddenly in her tracks. An icy breeze whipped through her hair causing the perfectly placed strands to flutter and tangle. And she could have sworn she could hear the faint laughter of someone on that breeze. The cold made her shiver, but the laughter was what caused the icy cold feeling of dread in her stomach, that ruthless, insane and threatening cackle.
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"This is going to be fun," was all Samantha Lyon said.
Well-oops. But I have excuses! I'm working two jobs, going to school full time and trying to figure out all the various paper work that comes when trying to go to University.