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Chapter 3: Spelling Issues
A couple days ago I found my diary. I mean, journal. I found my freshman year journal. I didn't even know I had a journal during my freshman year. Anyway, this is what it says:
Dear Diary, (I meant to write "Journal" there... Really.)
Mido's making me do all kinds of things to the Gorons' school during the Homecoming Game. He lent me two of his lackeys to help me, but they're just blowing me off anyway. Since when does Mido have lackeys? Maybe laxatives, but lackeys! I guess it's all the same to Mido. I'd hate to see what happens when he gets the two confused.
Anyway, I've got about an hour before I'm supposed to go over to 'Moron' High, as Mido likes to call it, and vandalize all their stuff. Apparently some Goron students took red spray paint and wrote "Goron rulz Ko-krappy drooolz" all over the place. Not only is it illegal to deface school property, but it should be illegal to spell so badly!
Oh, I remember now. I wrote this stuff on the evening I was to enact Mido's plans. Anyway…
It was getting close to game time, so I needed to get moving. I left my house to find Saria waiting for me. "I'm not letting you go through with this," she announced as she grabbed my arm. I sighed.
"Saria, everyone at school will hate me more than already do if I don't!" I protested. Still Saria refused to release me. So I resorted to the heavy artillery. See, I knew Saria would pull something like this, so I took her ocarina beforehand. I pulled it out of my pocket and her eyes widened.
"My…" she began, reaching a tentative hand towards the instrument. I closed my fingers around it and put it behind my back. "Are you going to let me go or what? Mido's friends are probably waiting for me over at Goron High," I explained. Saria shook her head violently.
"This is all a ploy, Link!" she whispered fiercely. "Mido's men aren't at the school! He's just setting you up, making you think you'll be a school hero if you go through with this. If you do it, he'll turn you in and you'll be arrested! You can burn my ocarina for all I care! I won't let you go!"
I frowned in determination. I had to do this. I already promised the entire school that I would! I retrieved a couple cans of pink spray paint from behind my house, as well as a small tank of gasoline. I think Mido gave me all that stuff. Goddesses know why he had it to begin with, especially the pink paint. I still shudder wondering why he had pink paint.
Saria called for me to come back and think about what I was doing, but I didn't pay her any mind. I trudged forward until I was well out of the Kokiri District.
The city loomed before me like a vast plain. It was a quiet city with few big businesses. The Lon Lon Supermarket stood more or less at the heart of it all with few residences or commercial buildings around it. The roads were long and stretched out in all directions like beams of sunlight across the sky. Excuse the melodramatic simile.
I passed the University of Hyrule, one of the most prestigious colleges in the city. Actually, it was the only college in the city. Word said that Zelda, the mayor's daughter, was currently attending that high school annex of the academy. It still impresses me that a great school for college students even had a high school attached. I guess the mayor'll do about anything for his daughter.
Beside UH was the Kakariko District, and past that was Goron high. I stepped lightly through the sleepy suburbs, past many a residence, until I reached Death Mountain. Now, why in all the world would they call a mountain 'Death' Mountain when a bunch of kids are going up and down twice a day? And who would build a school on top of a place like that anyway? Either way, that's where I was headed.
It took me a while to get all the way up that stupid mountain. When I did, I found in relief that all the Gorons were at Kokiri High watching the game, just as Mido said they would be. Of course, it looked as though Saria had been right when she said Mido's henchmen wouldn't show. With a sigh, I set to work.
By what was probably half-time back at the game, I had drawn out with impeccable spelling on the Goron foot-deku-nut field, "Kokiri say the Morons are gay" in gasoline, just as Mido told me to. I found a match and struck it, then threw the little flame onto the field. The gas ignited and my words went up in flames. I then took the pink paint and delivered the same message all over their school's sign and walls. My work complete, I returned home before any authorities arrived on the scene.
As I was leaving, I noticed a little red light blinking at me. I turned to look and gasped, seeing a security camera pointing right at me. I scurried about the premises, soaking each of the innocent black boxes in leftover fuel and promptly inflamed them. They looked almost like little torches by the time I was through. Now all the evidence was destroyed, besides the havoc I left behind.
I returned home to find Saria gone. I shrugged and went to bed, not caring to report my deeds to Mido or tell him that his wussy little lackeys didn't show. Heh, wussy. What a funny word. It's both entertaining and demoralizing at the same time. I'm getting off topic, though.
The next Monday at school, everyone stopped talking the moment I walked through the door. I looked around with a raised eyebrow, but said nothing in response. Saria was nowhere to be seen. I went to my locker and saw a note sticking through the slits at the top. I dislodged the small paper and scanned it quickly.
"Yoo R soe ded!" was the simple message it portrayed. This made me raise my eyebrow further, for I had to read it about five more times before I actually figured out what it said. The deplorable spelling threw me off.
I closed my locker door to see Mido on the other side. There was a scowl on his face, but what else is new?
"Hello, Mido," I greeted halfheartedly. "I did my job. How was the game?"
"We lost," Mido growled. The flames of defeat raged in his eyes. I took it as a sign that he was pissed off big-time.
Poor Link just can't catch a break. Only a couple chapters left on this one. You like? I reiterate: Please review. I just spent all Thanksgiving typing updates, and I lack the inspiration for a decent ending note.
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