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The Spark
Brick slammed his door to his adjoined room with his brothers. Boomer was in the lab. He was sleeping. He had been knocked unconscious during their fight with Hex. He laid down on his bed. He was about to turn the lights of and go to sleep when he remembered what he had swiped… her diary. Finally, he could step into her world. He quickly jumped out of bed, and got the diary from his jeans pocket (all he wore to bed was his boxers). He skimmed through it to the entry the day after her horrid deed. It read:
December 24, 1997
Dear Diary,
Today was the worst day of my life. A time when I have proved to myself that I am nothing. I am worthless. I am stupid, and insignificant. I thought I could handle pressure, but I can't. One wrong move, and my whole life is over. I have no feelings left. I can't cry, for I have cried for the whole day. My head is spinning. I have thrown up 25 times today. I counted. Seven of the times, I threw up blood. I know I should have gone downstairs and told the Professor, but I don't want to see their harsh, cold stares anymore. My whole family hates me. The rest of the world praises me. For, if it weren't for me they would all be dead. From Townsville to L.A., L.A. to Paris, Paris to the UK, the UK to Kenya, and the rest of the whole world would be dead. Nobody would have been living on Earth if it weren't for me. I am so confused! Did I make the right decision or not? My family tells me I didn't, but the world tells me I did. I can't take it anymore! My mind is spinning. My body is sore and in pain. My eyes are swollen and red. I have nothing left to live for. I don't want to hear their harsh words and see their cold stares anymore. I have made my decision. I am leaving Townsville. From there I don't know where I will go, but I am packing the essentials tonight. I will jump off the Townsville Bridge and stage it to where it looks like suicide. I will tell my family I was so miserable I committed suicide. That way they won't be pained with me and my decision anymore. I have to go get ready for my "play".
Love,
A miserable Blossom
After reading that entry he wanted to know more about her. So, he read her whole diary. It took from 6:00pm till 3:00pm. When he finally finished, he put the diary on his red beanbag and went to sleep.
Far away, Blossom was still sleeping. At around 4:00pm, she woke up. She went downstairs for dinner. Her parents were already eating. They both smiled when they saw her. She sat in her usual chair.
"So, are you feeling ok?" inquired her "father".
"Yeah, I'm feeling fine. I was woken up at around 3:15am by Brick. He needed my help in fighting crime. I was fighting crime till about, 4:00am. Then Brick and I got in an argument, so I was really tired when I got home. I didn't get back to bed about 7:00am," replied Blossom.
"Oh, so that's why you were so tired."
"Yeah"
The rest of the dinner was in silence. After dinner, Blossom went up to her room, and fell asleep while reading "How to Control the Supernatural: A Book of Light Spells and Incantations".
The next day…
Brick eyes slowly opened. He looked at the clock. It was 8:00am. He thrust the covers off himself, and headed for the shower. After his shower, he put on a pair of blue jeans and a red, long sleeve shirt. He could feel the pain of hunger in his stomach. He opened the door to the kitchen and went in. There were four pairs of eyes staring at him.
"Brick, I was just telling your brothers, Bubbles, and Buttercup about your punishment," said the Professor.
"Ok. What's for breakfast, I'm starving!" he replied.
"Just blueberry pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, and strawberries."
"It sounds delicious!"
"Too bad you can't have breakfast."
"WHAT! That's not fair! I have to have breakfast!"
"You'll get breakfast alright…AFTER you go over to Blossom's house and ask her to be leader for a month while your punishment is going on."
"That's not fair! I'm starving!"
"If you don't go now you won't get any!" replied the Professor sharply.
"Fine," said Brick coldly as he walked out the door.
Brick flew through the foggy early morning sky. The sky was overcast and there was a great chance it could rain.
'Great just my luck,' thought Brick when he saw the sky.
He was almost at the Citysville/ Townsville border when it started to pour down rain. The sky shook with thunder and lighting. He wasn't even near her house and he was soaked. He flew as fast as he could and dodged the many lighting bolts in the sky. He didn't see a lighting bolt coming at him from behind and was electrocuted. He felt the sharp shocks of pain surge through his body.
'Damn,' he thought.
When it was over he quickly landed and started to run toward the center of Citysville.
'Keep going Brick, your almost there,' he thought to himself.
When he finally reached her house, he ran up to the door and rang the door bell. A man in a tux opened the door.
"Um, excuse me, who are you? I don't remember Master McDowell telling me he was expecting guests," said the butler.
"That's because I wasn't," said a man in blue suit.
He appeared to be in his forties. He had brown hair, and blue eyes. Brick guessed that this was Mr. McDowell.
"Sorry, I'm Brick. I need to talk to Blossom as soon as possible," said Brick.
"Oh yes, Brick. Blossom has told us a lot about you."
'I sure hope she told them more good about me than bad,' thought Brick.
"Please do come in. You're soaked to the bone. Jenkins, get this boy some dry clothes to wear," said Mr. McDowell.
"Yes, Master McDowell," replied Jenkins.
The butler went up the stairs and disappeared from Brick's view.
"That's our butler, Jenkins," said Mr. McDowell.
"Oh," said Brick.
'Wow they sure are rich,' thought Brick.
"Please, sit down. I will be right back. I am going to go get Blossom for you," said Mr. McDowell as he motioned for Brick to sit down on a comfy sofa.
"Thanks, but I prefer to stand," replied Brick.
"Ok, your choice."
Mr. McDowell walked out of the room, leaving Brick shivering in the large front room alone.