(To those of you who are about to read this, feel free to do so, but this is an old story of mine. I am moving it from my original account to this new account, which is mainly for old stories that I do not wish to keep on my main account, which is named Dylexa. I won't have anything good up there for a while, sadly. I am working on it though!)

6/18/15

To the jerks out there who can't mind their own business...

Alright, so today we were all out at the park because we were bored, (hey, you would be as bored as we were if you were cooped up in an underground house!), and at some point, I start talking...a lot...and eventually, Bo says to me;

"God bitch, is the wore quiet in your large vocabulary?"

Obviously, I was very offended, so I say harshly; "Oh yeah? I bet you couldn't shut up for a whole day you hypocrite!" (now, I don't mean to be so rude to Bo, because the truth is, she is pretty quiet, but hey, I was defending myself! Can't I defend myself?)

No matter how harsh my comment was though, Bo didn't seem too effected by it. "Is that a challenge?"

I smirked with confidence. "Alright. The first one who speaks looses."

"Alright." Bo walks over to me and with he long, bony fingers, she strokes my wavy hair. I know she's up to something, and my hypothesis is proved to be right when she says, "But I think we should make winning worth something."

"Uh oh," Samir groans.

"I like the way you think," I reply, ignoring Samir's comment. I suddenly notice that Bo's ears (the first ones) are un-pierced, and I think of the two pairs of earrings on my own ears.

"If I win," Bo starts, pulling my hair so hard that I have to push her hand away, "then I get to dye your hair. Pink."

"Harsh," Zak mutters. "Marissa hates pink."

"When I win," I reply coolly, "I get to pierce your ears."

Now, before I continue, let me say that I in fact do hate the color pink more than ever, and would never willingly wear pink, but I was not about to back down on the opportunity to pierce the brave lion's ears, as I like to call Bo.

Okay, seriously, considering the fact that Bo has been in the lab for much longer than all of us, you'd think that she's as fearless and as proud as a lion, which is exactly why I call her so.

Well, I'll hand it to Bo; She defiantly has a lot of pride.

But almost anyone would have been able to tell that she was scared because her face had turned very pale, and I think I even saw her shiver.

"Why that?" Bo crosses her frail arms and it looks like she's trying not to completely tremble. "I mean-"

"You said you wanted winning to be worth something," I say defiantly. "Well, this is most defiantly worth something. Besides, if you win, you get to dye my hair. You know how much I hate pink."

I can tell that Gratis is amused by this little cat argument because I can hear he is trying not to snicker.

Bo ignores Gratis, uncrosses her arms and tries to look confident. "Alright. Fine. When should we start?"

"What's wrong with right now?" I ask. I wait for Bo's answer, but all she does is hold out a hand for a hand shake. I shake it confidently.

So obviously, while I still have nothing to do, I should probably explain why Zak and I are still living here in New York, instead of being at home.

Well...we have no idea how to get home. Home is...well, kind of on a hidden base...we know where it is...I guess we just can't get home. Not yet anyway.

I tried asking Zak if he was okay, but he seems fine. I just hope this isn't a facade.

I feel pretty bad about this either way. I really do. Zak hasn't done anything wrong, yet he has to suffer. It just doesn't seem fair! It isn't fair actually! Why must Zak suffer for something that is my fault?!

You know, Gratis used to tell me that God loves everyone, no matter how good or bad he or she may be. I used to believe this...but I'm not sure I do now.

I guess the main question I'm asking right now is why. Why does God hate me?

Maybe I'm reincarnated as someone bad, like Hitler, and now I'm being punished for the horrible things I did in my past life.

I don't know.

Well, I should go now. I'm about to help Gratis make dinner.

Silent Marissa