Demcliasir: Taomra Peicre wtroe Nael and Jroen. I cmae up with the rset. But you konw taht ardlaey, dno't you? You had bteter.
And yes, I jsut feel lkie wirntig tihs way. My cmutpeor is gvinig me a hrad tmie with it, but I tnihk it's rghit taht if you use the smae lterets wtih the frist and lsat in the rghit sotps, tehn aybnody can raed it. I tinhk it is toaltly cool!
I woke up so tired the next morning that I thought my eyeballs were going to fall out of my head. More pimples were marching defiantly up my forehead to my tiny widow's peak, so I spent extra time washing my face to make up for the time I spent in Tortall without cleansing facial soap.
When I came out of the bathroom, it was already 6:36, four minutes until I was supposed to leave to catch the bus. After throwing on blue jeans and a plaid button-down shirt, I hopped to my sister's room while trying to pull on my green shoes and found the guys sprawled out, sound asleep.
Because I am a kind
person and I understand what it feels like to be rudely awaken on a
cold morning, I flicked on the light. It had the desired effect of
both guys jumping up and shielding their eyes.
"We are late
already!" I cried, frantically tying my other shoe. I left them
to neatening up their appearances and hurried down the stairs, where
I proceeded to heat up some Pop Tarts.
A minute or so later, Neal and Joren stumbled into the kitchen. I shoved their breakfast at them and slung my book bag across one shoulder.
"We are going to miss the bus, guys, come on!"
As we lurched through the front doorway, both of my companions groaned. Although he was open to the foods of this new world, even Neal disliked the bus ride he experienced yesterday on our way home from school.
"What is this thing?" Joren asked me, lengthening his stride to match mine.
"Just eat it," I told him. "You'll like it." It was a lie. I didn't even really like Pop Tarts. But I knew we all had to eat something. Especially me. I have low blood sugar, and I need my breakfast.
I heard the bus roaring and saw the light flashing, signifying its halt to gain passengers. It started rolling away and I knew we were too late. I also knew that my mother would not be willing to drive two complete strangers to school.
"Drat." I muttered, coming to a stop next to a newspaper box. (A/N: Is that what they are actually called? I'm talking about one of those things that you put a quarter or whatever in and you pull open the door and take out a paper. Please review and tell me the answer I'm going to obsess about it until I find out.) "We've missed it. What are we going to do now?" I wasn't looking for an answer. At least, I didn't expect one. But with a glance at the newspaper, that changed.
Taina Misses Bus, Corinth Makes Proposal
Now I definitely wanted answers. With a headline like that, I knew that buying a newspaper today was necessity. I fumbled for 50 cents, and grabbed the paper with trembling fingers. The rest of the article read:
Taina Mackrel did not manage to ride the bus to school this morning, as she left her home of 4029 Doven Street at approximately 6:47 am as opposed to the normal time of 6:40.
Accompanied by Nealan of Queenscove and Joren of Stone Mountain, the reasons for her lateness, she understood that her mother would not drive her to school with her friends, so she was at a loss. Mackrel herself said, "What are we going to do now?"
Corinth Rhate, another of Mackrel's acquaintances, has proposed that they all meet at the downtown Starbucks at 10 am to discuss plans for the rest of the day. He has pointed out that, "Her mom volunteers at the library today, so she won't be able to find out about it. Besides, it's the only way we can clear all of this up."
Okay, I guess I'm going to Starbucks, I thought.
She has decided that this plan is a good one, and will go by bus to the coffee shop with Queenscove and Stone Mountain after spending some time at her house this morning. She has to bring with her
It finished with a list of things I was supposedly planning on bringing with me to the meeting with Corinth. I figured that there was no reason not to do as the article suggested. "Okay, guys, we're going back to my house."
"Why? What does it say?" Neal inquired, and without waiting for an answer took the paper from me and started to read.
"We are going to go see Corinth at Starbucks," I replied for the benefit of Joren, who had not stolen the newspaper from me. "At least, we are at 10. Until then, we're going to hang out at my house."
"How are we getting to meet him at, er, Stubbocks?"
This comment from Joren made me laugh so hard that Neal responded for me. "By bus!" The moans that both boys made were so pitiful I had to laugh again before I shushed them and led them into my silent house.