Muggle Quidditch and Art Festivals
Avery: This chapter took a long time and I apologize for my absence I just have so much to do. Btw if you have not read Harry Potter then some of this chapter may be confusing to you.
-Kendall-
It was three in the afternoon by the time we reached Burlington, Vermont. There was an awkward silence the entire car ride that made the ride feel much longer than it actually was. The only noise was the radio, which I had turned up a bit louder than usual to mask the awkward silence. I almost couldn't believe he events of today, why hadn't Christina told me that she liked Ronaldo? If she had told me years ago I would have helped her, I could have even set them up on a date. But no, she didn't tell me so now I turn around in the passenger's seat and see Christina and Ronaldo, sitting on opposite ends of the car, looking out the window. She hasn't even look me in the eyes since the incident. My thoughts are broken when the car jerks sideways and Kick honks the horn loudly as another driver swerves into the lane, cutting us off.
Kick flipped him the bird and yelled "Watch the road not your phone asshole!"
I slumped down in my seat and pulled out my laptop and saw two unread e-mails, one from my mom and one from Ember.
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From: Carmellaperkins
To: Kendallperky
Subject: Hope your doing well
Hi Sweetheart,
I just wanted to make sure that you were doing well and that the trip is right on track. I assume your somewhere in Vermont by now? Or hopefully New York, you know how road trips can be. Sometimes your ahead of schedule and sometimes your behind. Ember probably can't wait to see you, you know she doesn't fly home very often. Please E-mail back soon, and say hi to Clarence for me.
Love,
Your Mother
From: Kendallperky
To: Carmellaperkins
Subject: Doing fine
Hi Mom,
Everything is going great. We had a few unexpected surprises but all in all everything is fine. We are in Vermont right now and will be staying here tonight and on our way to New York tomorrow. We hope to get to Seattle by the end of next week, and I really cant wait to see Ember again, it's been too long. I'll e-mail you back with an update soon.
Love,Kendall
From: Emberthecoolandsexy
To: Kendallperky
Subject: Can't wait to see you
Hey Kendall,
Had THE BEST night out ever! I don't remember half of it but that's what made it that much more epic! Apparently I was dancing with this guy and things got a little "heated up" if you know what I mean. You know how college guys love their Jack. LMFAO! If your not stressing about senior year when you get here then you should come party with me and my new BF. That would be totes magoats awesome! But hey take your time getting here, the longer you take the more time I have to go crazy! GTG the boyfriend is taking me out tonight, TTYL!
Xoxo,
Ember
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I deleted Ember's e-mail. I don't get my sister at all, she hardly ever calls or comes home to visit. She also loved slang, which makes me cringe, I hated slang, al those abbreviations and shortened words. Slang is for people who are too lazy to actually write words and instead type "LOL" when most of the time they are not even laughing. And totes magoats? Seriously Ember? And another thing I don't get about her, why does she find partying so much fun? I mean you drink too many coronas and oops your drunk and puking your guts out. Then the next morning you get a severe hangover, your head hurts like hell, and you stink of beer. Then you have to pretend that you don't have a hangover which is worse then everything you did last night, especially if you have to go to school or work like that. A friend of mine has come to school with a hangover on more then one occasion, once she lied and said she had a stomach flu to explain her puking. I just don't get why people do that. Also I'm pretty sure Ember just e-mailed to brag about how many boys she can hook up with at one party, her record is five. Skank.
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-Fiona-
"It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it."
I slammed shut my book after reading that line. I was reading Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare. I didn't exactly get the meaning behind that sentence. Why is it not a waste to love someone if they don't love you back? Wouldn't that mean you wasted your life loving them when you could have been loving another boy? I wouldn't know, because I've never been in love. I've always been a little shy around boys, I've never dated a guy, I've never kissed a guy, and I've never cared. So when my friends were talking about their first kisses I was talking about being a wizard or a demigod, fiction was better then reality anyways. In my mind I could be Katniss, trying to survive the Hunger Games. Or Hermione, flying on a broomstick and casting spells. Or even Thalia, strong and fearless, the most amazing demigod in the house of Zeus, and the fiercest hunter of Artemis that there ever was. But sadly they were all impossibilities.
We came to a stop outside of the downtown area in Burlington, Vermont. The streets were lined with many shops and restaurants, there were many artists selling paintings and jewellery, and there was a stage set up in the middle of the town square where a band was covering "Penny Lane" by The Beatles. A large blue banner was hanging overhead with the words "Art and Literature Appreciation Festival June 9-19." I've never really understood art beyond the literary type. I understood poetry being people's personal thoughts and feelings and writing being a way of escaping. But I never understood other artworks, how is a paintbrush going to help you express yourself? And can someone please revive Shakespeare and have him translate all of his plays into real words? And dance is not art it's a sport. And music nowadays is a Popapocalypse with "Bieber Fever" and "One Direction Infection" as if there are no better genres out there. I like country music the best.
I could hear Christina gasp in excitement beside me, which only she would at an arts festival.
"Oh my God its beautiful" She said, rushing toward a booth with weird artworks.
A few of the works caught my eye, an angel stepping out of a river with the moon behind his head, a small blonde girl with a dirt filled face fixing a clock, and a single red rose that was falling from the top of the Eiffel Tower. I was most confused by the angel stepping out of a river, then I noticed something, the angel's reflection in the water was a girl. The girl had flaming red hair, while the angel boy had blonde hair. It was a representation of heaven and hell, good and bad, love and lust.
"I like this one" Christina said, pointing to the angel painting I was staring at "I love how the angel boy is above, wearing all white and the dark angel girl is below wearing all black"
"I liked that one too" The artist said, he looked exactly like John Lennon, only with shorter hair "Very time consuming and very tricky to pain, but I loved it. Are you an artist miss?"
"Yes I am" Christina replied "I love art, my favourite artist is Van Gough"
"You have very good taste" The John Lennon look alike told her
I rolled my eyes and stepped away from my friends, on the other side of the street a man sat in a chair watching two teenagers do what appeared to be a recitation of a poem in the form of interpretive dance.
"Do not go gentle into that good night" The girl said, reaching out to touch the air, lunging forward as if trying to reach something that was being taken away from her.
"Old age should burn and rave at close of day" The boy said, picking up the girl and lifting her up to the sky, her arms spread out like an angel.
I smiled, I knew this poem, it was by a man named Dylan Thomas. It was one of the poems that we studied in English class this year. It was a beautiful poem that made me cry at times, I've experienced so much in my short seventeen years. When I was a baby my great aunt took me away from my sixteen year old mother and put me up for adoption claiming that my mother had a lot to live for and having a child would just ruin it. So I was adopted by a kind family that had just lost a son in a car crash, so basically I'm a replaced family member. They wanted to rename me Juana, after their deceased son Juan, and lucky for me they decided to let me keep the name my mother gave me. Then my foster parents got a divorce and my mom adopted another baby, another replaced family member. That's all my foster mom thinks when she looks at me, everyone is replaceable. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around, expecting it to be Kendall or Christina, but it wasn't. It was Mouth.
-Mouth-
"What are you watching?" I asked Fiona as the two teenagers she was watching took a bow.
"Just an interpretive dance, or a poem recitation, I'm not really sure which" She replied, I couldn't help but smirk
"Are you enjoying the festival?" I asked
"Not really" Fiona replied "I don't really get visual art, I mean I get literary artworks but I don't get visual art"
"Well it's an expression" I told her confidently "How you may interpret something may be completely different from how I would interpret it. For instance that painting over there"
I pointed at a painting that showed a large rocky gorge with two people on opposite ends of it, a boy and a girl. They were reaching out to each other from opposite ends of the gorge, as if they could touch each other from where they stood.
"What do you see when you look at this painting?" I asked
"I see a boy and a girl trying to reach each other even though that's impossible" She replied flatly
"Well that's what you see" I said "What I see is two lovers that are forced apart and just want to be together, maybe they shouldn't be apart, maybe they just cant find love until they are actually together, or maybe they are right next to each other and feel worlds apart"
"Wow, I never pegged you to be the deep type" Fiona said in shock
"Don't tell anyone, but Christina has forever embedded art into my brain" I told her
She chuckled and started walking towards a small stage, I followed close behind. This was my chance to woo her, and show Christina just how it feels to see your sibling with your best friend.
"Attention everyone!" A Chinese woman exclaimed cheerfully on stage "We are looking for one young man and woman for a parody of Romeo and Juliet"
The woman's eyes scanned the audience, I could see Fiona avert her eyes, hoping the woman would glance right by her. Poor shy little thing, I remember when we were ten years old and she had to say a speech to the class and she fainted. The woman's dark eyes fell on me and rested there.
"How about you young man" She said pointing to me with a smile, I slowly made my way to the small stage when the woman said "And bring your girlfriend with you"
I looked back at Fiona, whose face was now as crimson red as her strawberry blonde hair. I walked back to her and offered my hand, which she hesitantly took, and the two of us made our way onto the stage. She looked a bit nervous, and I was hoping there wouldn't be any fainting but if she fell I'd catch her.
"Now you know the story of the Capulets and the Vermontagues correct?" The woman asked
"Vermontagues" Fiona snickered, she had such a cute laugh… Did I actually just think that? I couldn't have, she was my sister's best friend, and my ticket to revenge.
"Now in fair Vermont where we lay our stage," The woman began "two star crossed lovers meet from two opposing geek wars! The Harry Potter Heads and The Lord of The Ringers! Everyone knows how the feud started. It started as a simple game of who is better? Dumbledore or Gandalf? The girl came from the Potter Heads, and the boy from The Ringers. You two ready?"
"We don't have scripts" Fiona whispered
"Just improvise, it's a parody" The woman whispered back
"Oh boy" Fiona breathed with no enthusiasm
I had never read Harry Potter, and I'll tell you why. Seven long books! Who has time to read seven long books? Apparently a lot of people, including Fiona. Then again I had never read The Lord Of The Rings either, but I did watch all the movies.
"They've taken the hobbits to Isengard!" I yelled, as a bunch of people laughed.
There was a small awkward silence, and I looked over at Fiona, she looked as nervous as ever. I felt the need to comfort her, but I had to stay in character. Finally she spoke.
"Master has given Dobby a sock. Dobby is free." Fiona said in her best Dobby voice, making everyone laugh again
"Hey hot stuff wanna piece of this ringer?" I asked, in an attempt to make her laugh and break character
She blushed and said "If you can beat me at Muggle Quidditch"
"Muggle what?" I said
"I need a broom!" Fiona exclaimed
"I have an umbrella" a man said
"That will do" Fiona replied, taking the umbrella, putting it between her legs as if it were a magic broomstick, and running around the small stage making a whooshing noise. "You ready player?"
An older man handed me a walking cane and held it between my legs like a broom. Fiona pointed to a young boy, probably around ten years old, in the audience wearing a red and yellow striped scarf, Gryffindor colours.
"Do you want to be the snitch?" Fiona asked him
"Yes!" The boy yelled, running up to Fiona
"I don't know how to play this game" I whispered to Fiona
"Keep your broom up, catch the snitch, win the game" She whispered back, she turned to the boy "You ready?"
"Yes" The boy said cheerfully
"Game on!" Fiona shouted
The young boy ran around the audience, he was fast and very hard to catch. I had never played Quidditch before and I thought it was a bit of a weird game. Fiona kept cutting in front of me, even she was faster then me. I really should work out more. Eventually I did catch the little boy, who had been enjoying himself, he must really love this game. Fiona and I took the stage once again.
"So now will you go out with me?" I asked
"Well only because you're hot" She replied, I know she was acting but I couldn't help but blush "But since you're a Lord of the Rings fan my friends cant see me with you or they will kick me out of Hogwarts"
"Well if my friends see me with you they will feed me to the Orcs but is that not worth it?" I asked her
"Nah" Fiona said, causing an eruption of laughter from the audience "my heart belongs to Harry"
"But I'm better then Harry" I said, then I cleared my throat "Because I'm batman"
"I thought you were a hobbit" Fiona said
"That too" I added
"Kiss her" I woman from the audience yelled, followed by hooting and hollering
Her eyes widened and before she could say anything I grabbed her by the waist, dipped her, and crashed my lips to her. This may or may not be shocking to you but I've never had a girlfriend and I've never been kissed. When we broke Fiona just looked stunned and I had the biggest smile ever across my face. The Chinese woman came on stage and whispered something to Fiona, she nodded and the woman gave me a tiny square bottle of brown liquid titled "Weedosoros" with a little sticky note attached saying "Drink me." So I did, don't worry it was just diet Pepsi.
"Oh no!" Fiona yelled "Weedosoros is poison!"
A collective gasp came from the audience as I fell over, pretending to be dead. Fiona rushed over to me and knelled down.
"Oh you poor ringer, poisoned by the Potter heads" She said, her voice breaking with despair. She always seemed so shy, I had never seen her act this way before. She was so far out of her comfort zone, yet she was right at home.
"I'll never love again!" She exclaimed, collapsing right next to me
We both stood up and took a bow, followed by a thunderous applause by the audience. We started walking back to where our friends had been before. We found them sitting in a Starbucks, all sipping hot chocolate and talking. Christina became quiet when she saw me and looked away, I didn't blame her.
"Where were you guys?" Jackie asked
"Just walking around" We said in unison
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Moxie's Play list #3
"I'm artsy and I know it" or "Don't judge a Radiohead song by it's title"
Give Up The Ghost by Radiohead
Good Riddance by Green Day
Clocks by Cold Play
What's Up by 4 Non-Blondes
What The Hell by Avril Lavigne
Head First by Goldfrapp
Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls
Perfect by Hedley
The Show by Lenka
Honey and the Bee by Owl City
Bring Me To Life by Evanescence
No You Girls by Franz Ferdinan
Moxie's side notes: Still in Vermont, we drove an hour out of Burlington before crashing in a hotel for the night. For some reason Fiona wont stop talking about Quidditch, whatever that is.
Avery: I am actually a bit disappointed with this chapter so if you hate then join the club because I hate it too. Well review anyways and I promise the next chapter will be better. Lets just say I'm tired and with the holidays coming I have a lot to work on and I'm sorry. Happy Holidays everyone weather you celebrate Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanza, Ramadan, I hope your holidays are amazing.