A/N:
As always, thanks a million to all my faithful reviewers:
IceLuxray:
Yes, yes it DOES suck being hurt... But hopefully I'll be able to walk by the end of the week...
Don't you DARE make reality crumble! I need it! It's got all meh stuff in it! D:
Lol...
Darkinvader897:
Wow, first time in a story, eh? Cool, glad I made it special. I LOVED your story by the way~!
Invader Viceroy:
LOOK! MOR!
Ta1ia:
Glad you find it... Amuuusssing... Hehe he he ha ha ha HA HA HA HAH- *Cough* *Hack* Guh... Dang, over did it again... (I actually did that out loud, had no idea how to spell it otherwise)
SQUIRT GUN you say? Hmm, I DID have an idea similar to that... But you'll have to wait and see what it is! MUA-HA-HA-*Hack!*
Gir'sdoomsongofdoom:
Aww, glad you like it... HERE! MOOOOORRREEE! Ha!
Ahem, as always, I only own Cassy and have partial ownership of Sasha, only slightly partial at that, soo... Yeah...
(Dang, I really should put up their profile images... Remind me to do that and put up the link, will ya?)
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Two hours later, we had showered, put on our new trademark clothes, put the rest of our clothes in the rooms we had chosen – mine was a light blue scheme, Sasha's a dark purple – eaten the last of the candy – probably not a good idea on our part – and now, we were both huddled under a single, large and black, umbrella that we'd found in the basement – which was HUGE (I'm talking about the basement AND the umbrella, here) – and were trying as hard as we could not to get wet... While, at the same time, we were both on – a slightly moody – sugar-high.
This day, to say the least, was going to be a bit random... Or not. It was hard to tell sometimes...
Meh.
We were dressed in our new clothes, since our last outfits were so insanity inducing. I'd hidden them in, what I'd decided to call; the Weapons Room. To which I had the only key 'cuz, come on, would you trust Sasha if you knew her as well as I do?
No. No you would not.
Not. At. All.
Not even with a piece of flipping lint.
Sasha's new outfit consisted of a purple shirt with black sleeves, blue jeans, black boots that were very Zim-like, and a black plastic head-band. She looked very nice in that simple combination of cloths.
My outfit, on the other hand, was a little more complicated, for some inexplicable reason, which I didn't really like.
Well, I liked it, but I didn't like it when my clothes attracted attention, it made me feel awkward and shy...
Bleh, whatever, I was too moody to rant about it to Sash, and she was too moody to listen.
A (TARDIS) blue t-shirt with a red fez printed on the chest. The words; "Are Cool' with 'Cool' being underlined were printed in white underneath it in white. My pants were jeans that were a light blue and were slightly faded and bleached looking. The knees were worn and had scuffs on them, looking like they were ready to tear. My shoes were black with white soles and toe-tips. I'd also managed to replace my Gir-earrings with a pair of black spheres I'd found.
To put it mildly, we both looked cooooool!
The atmosphere this morning was however, simply, awful, and it was obvious in my friend and mine's attitudes.
"I hate rain!" Sasha complained loudly as we maneuvered around a particularly evil looking puddle. I swear it growled at me. "I can understand why Zim hates it so much..." She added.
The day was misty and gray and just flat out wet. But... At least it had that nice freshly turned wet dirt smell. I liked that smell... Wonder if they make an air freshener for it? I wondered, staring up at the gray cloud covered sky. "Other than, you know, the whole; 'water is acid to Irkens and could kill them' thing..." I said, breaking from my musings.
"Mm-hmm..." Sasha agreed, nodding sagely.
We made our way deeper into the city, quietly muttering to ourselves about just how stupid rain was, and how it was probably something some evil wizard conjured hundreds of years ago just to tick people off, primarily, us.
We must've done something absolutely terrible in a past life or something...
It goes without saying that we got some weird looks from other people out in the rain... Who were weird enough themselves...
We really didn't care though...
"We should find a way to kill rain..." I muttered sourly.
"Or at least we could sue the sky..." Sasha put in. She'd long since let go of the umbrella, leaving me to hold it all by myself... Jerk.
"Yeah, sue those demon Sky-Spirits for all they have." I growled sourly, my bangs making my face become half-hooded in shadow. We both paused in our walking, looked at each other, then promptly burst out laughing.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaa! W-We are so weird!" Sasha cackled.
"Yeah..." I agreed, nearly choking on air. We both simultaneously took a VERY deep breath, before we released it with a sigh, and continued walking. "...Okay." I said after a while. "Keep your eyes peeled for 'Help Wanted' signs." I ordered.
"Not literally I hope..." Said Sasha.
"No... Definately not literally. That would just be stu-"
"There!" Sasha cut me off, pointing at something across the street from us. I peered through the rain and squinted at the building she was pointing at. It was a huge looking store called 'Books-A-Plenty', a library look-a-like, really.
I glanced at the front of the store, where there was, lo and behold, a 'Help Wanted' sign hanging in the large glass window that displayed the very library-like store. Taped onto the glass next to it was a sheet of paper. I was able to make out the words; 'Two positions open' scrawled on it through the rain.
"Somehow I knew that would happen..." I whispered, a grin spreading its way over my face as I felt an odd tingling sensation in the back of my head.
"What?" Sasha asked, tipping her head at me.
I casually waved her – not to mention the feeling – off. "Nothing... Lets just go." I said, dodging the subject. I didn't have the right words to explain it, anyway. I just... I just knew!
We looked around for a moment, before we quickly ran across the street, almost being squashed by some old fat man driving a golf cart that appeared out of nowhere. Might I add that the old man yelled at us and told us to pay attention to where we were going!
"Oi!" I shouted after the beeping vehicle, shaking an angry fist at the driver as I lapsed into my British accent; as I always did when I was angry or ticked off. "Watch where yer goin' ya Bloody old turd!" I shouted as the cart disappeared and Sasha gave me a look. "What?" I snapped, glaring at her.
She giggled. "... Turd..." She snickered. "It sounds funny in British..."
I face-palmed with a loud sigh, and walked to the front of the store, stopping under a tent-like overhang for a moment. "Whatever..." I muttered to my still giggling friend as I collapsed the umbrella. I shook the water off of it before tucking it under my arm. I gestured at the door. "Allons-y?"
Sasha rolled her eyes at me. "Might as well..." She sighed, and we entered.
The first thing I noticed about the store; it smelled like chocolate chip cookies! Oh, and books... Nothing like the classic smell of words printed on paper... Ahh, good smells; books and cookies...
The place really was set up like a library, too! There was an area in front of the window that was slightly enclosed by bookshelves. There was a worn red – circular – rug set in the middle of the area, too. Why they needed a rug in a place that was already carpeted was beyond me, but it was nice anyway. Chairs and bean-bags were scattered around the cubicle area, making it seem rather cozy.
The store was, surprisingly, empty, and rather large, huge actually. The walls were covered in selves which were covered in books, and the back of the store was filled with rows and rows of shelves. Not all the books were new, either. Some appeared to be old and used looking, some even appeared to be written in different languages. Straight in front of us, hanging from the ceiling, was a sign that read;
"Books-A-Plenty, where you have the option of buying, or renting your favorite books! Have fun!"
I almost fell to my knees and cried tears of joy at the sight of it all.
"I... I'm in heaven!" I gasped, looking around in wonder, dropping the umbrella against the wall next to the door.
Sasha laughed. "Of course you are." She said with a sarcastic eye-roll. "Trust you to get teleported into Invader Zim Land with me and fangirl over a book store instead..." She muttered quietly.
I pointed dramatically at her, my eye twitching. "Don't you ruin this for me!" I shouted. "This is a magical place..." I continued, my voice now dreamy as I swooned over the all the wonderful books.
Sasha just stared at me. She was a fan of books herself, but not as insanely as I was...
"Well, I wouldn't call it magical..." A voice twinged with sarcasm laughed.
Sasha and I glanced to our left to see a young woman entering the room via a door set behind a dark wooden desk. She was tall and stringy looking with light blond hair that fell past her shoulders in wavy locks that framed her brown eyes. She was wearing a tanish t-shirt with dark brown moose tracks splayed across the chest, and cream-colored skinny jeans. She had a typical 'teenager' feel about her, yet she had largish glasses falling down her nose and about a bazillion books in her arms.
OMD, I really wanted to use her in a story already...
Yeah, that's right, I use real people I see as characters sometimes... Whatev.
"Uh... Hi!" I said as, I assumed, the store's owner set the books down on the desk – which appeared to be some kind of check out – with a grunt.
The girl brushed some of her hair back with a sigh, leaning against the counter slightly. She was surprisingly young looking, maybe 20? "Hello, welcome to Books-A-Plenty, how may I help you?" She said cheerfully, yet with an underlying tiredness. There was a note of repetitiveness in her voice, as if she was simply repeating a recording that someone had downloaded into her.
"Uh, I, er, what I mean to say is..." I stuttered.
You wouldn't have guessed it, but I am extremely shy about meeting/talking to strangers, especially adult strangers! I just wasn't very good at it... But after I'd met a new adult, I'd be slightly better at it for the next month or so...
Yeah, yeah, I know... I'm weird...
"We're here for jobs!" Sasha almost shouted. I let out a silent sigh of relief, glad that my friend had – albeit a bit rudely – saved me.
The maybe-store-owner-woman raised an eyebrow at us. "You look a little young to be wanting jobs..." She said skeptically. She wasn't trying to be mean, as far as I could tell, but her voice came out a little accusatory.
"Yes... Yes we do." I deadpanned, and next to me, Sasha giggled. (A/N: Phineas and Ferb reference alert! Whoo!)
The maybe-store-owner blinked, obviously not getting it. "O... Kay?" She said slowly. She shook her head to clear it, and grabbed a few sheets of paper and a pencil from under the desk. She set them on the counter and gently pushed them towards us. "Here, fill these out and I'll give them to my step-dad; Mr. Berg. Sorry about there being only one pencil..." She said as Sasha and I stepped up to the counter, both of us shocked that we'd gotten this far without anything blowing up. It was a miracle...
"No problem!" I said as Sasha snatched up the pencil and started filling out the sheet, ignoring the fact that I might have wanted to go first. I reached into my right pocket and pulled out a mechanical pencil.
Sasha noticed me do this, and rolled her eyes. "Even here you OCD..." She muttered quietly.
I stuck my tongue out at her as I started filling out the reference sheet. The woman gave us both a confused look, so I decided to explain, feeling sorry for her. "She's saying that because I usually stuff twenty or so pencils into my pocket, even though I only need one, most of the time." I said. I dropped my pencil and stuck out my hand. "I'm Casey, by the way." I said with a smile. "You can call me Cas if you want."
The young woman, who's step dad – I was guessing – was the store owner, smiled too and took my hand. "I'm Maria." She said, shaking my hand.
I found a smile spreading over my face. Maria... I liked that name, for reasons of my own.
Before I could comment, however, Sasha stuck out her own hand. "I'm Sasha, but you can call me Sash if ya want!" She said, excited. "Hi!"
Maria laughed, and shook her hand too. "Nice to meet you." She said as they released hands. Sasha and I went back to filling out the questionnaire. After a few minutes of silence, Maria spoke up again. "If you don't mind my asking, how old are you two?" She asked, leaning forward over the counter in a very nonchalant manor.
"I'm fourteen." I said, turning the page over to fill out the back of the paper and speaking distractedly, letting my brain off of it's leash. "Old enough to go to jail for blowing something up... On accident!" I quickly added, snapping out of it.
"I'm fourteenish." Sasha said, making me laugh.
Maria gave us yet another confused look. "But... Sorry in advance, but your so short! Why is that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sasha sent me an alarmed look, as if mentally saying 'WHAT-THE-H-DO-WE-DO-NOW-YOU-IDIOT!' I didn't share her worry, because my amazing brain had already came up with a brilliant lie.
Oh yeah, I'm just awesome like that.
"Oh..." I said, waving a hand flippantly. "We have a disorder; HASD. It's nothing really..."
"HASD?" Maria asked.
"Yeah, it stands for Height And Scale Disorder..." I said. "It's really rare."
Maria blinked. "Oh! No wonder, I've certainly never heard of it." She said with a laugh. I had the vague feeling that Maria wasn't all together the smartest person around... But she was nice, so it really didn't matter.
"Here!" Sasha and I chimed in union not a minute later. We held out the papers towards Maria, who took them with a smile.
"Thanks, I'll go to the back room right now and give them to my ste- er.. Mr. Berg." She said, and disappeared into the room behind the counter. "Feel free to have a look around!" She called.
When she was, presumably, out of hearing distance, Sasha turned to me, and amused look on her face. "HASD?" She asked, suppressing a laugh.
I shrugged indifferently, masking my pride with a bored look. "It was all I could think of." I said, slowly making my way over to the nearest wall covered in books. Sasha followed with a grin on her face, jerk... How DARE she not appreciate my BRILLIANCE!
A lot of the books here actually looked pretty good... I even spotted a few familiar titles, to my surprise. It seemed like this dimension had some similarities to ours... Like, alternate versions of real author people, or just people in general...
Cool.
"Hey!" I said excitedly, pointing at a slightly used looking book. "'The Otherworldlies!' I loved that book!"
Sasha grinned and pointed at a nearby black book. "There's your favorite book right there." She said rather mockingly. I looked at the book she was pointing at and casually punched her shoulder as hard as I could. "Ow!" She yelled.
I glared at her – which I knew was rather scary looking because I'd been making faces in the mirrors this morning (Shut UUUUP!) – my eye twitching. "Do not mock me." I muttered darkly as Sasha started rubbing her pained shoulder. "I am not a rabid screaming Twilight fangirl and you know it!"
Sasha gave me a cheeky grin, raising an eyebrow. "Then why did you buy the whole series?" She teased as we started making our way down the wall.
"I bought the series because they were, and are good, well written books. However, I have not bought the movies because I think that they are over-" I started, walking forward again.
Sasha's shrill scream interrupted anything else I would have said. I whipped around to see that she was on her knees, staring at a shelf near the floor in awe. "No way!" She squeaked, a grin spreading over her face.
"What?" I demanded, rushing to her side and crouching down to see what my friend was freaking out over. When I saw, I gasped and fell backwards into a sitting position on the floor. Sasha and I locked gazes.
"Warriors!" We squealed in union before we started grabbing random books off the shelves. We started paging through them, squealing even more as we realized that these were all the right books after all.
"OMD, I can't believe this!" I said, my voice holding uncharacteristic high-pitchedness to it.
I couldn't help it! This was Warriors! The series that had gotten me into reading! Without this series, a lot of thing wouldn't be the same in my life. For instance, I wouldn't want to be a writer! OR an artist! Sasha just loved the series because it was good and involved animals, but still...
"Look!" Sasha cried, pointing at another shelf... Full of Warriors books that I'd never even seen before! "Look!" She repeated.
"I know!" I squealed.
"Hey, is everything alright back there?" A voice suddenly asked, and we glanced up to see a tall – albeit slightly overweight – man standing at the end of the row, staring at down us. (Curse our Invader Zimm-y shortness!)
He had a light blue button up shirt stained with blotches of coffee. The man looked mad and somewhat spiteful. He reminded me of a pit bull...
I stood up, handing the book I had in my hand to Sasha, who put it back in it's place. "Hello!" I greeted politely, walking towards the man. Sasha quickly stood up and followed almost directly behind me, peering fearfully at the man whom I assumed was Mr. Berg. She shot me a look that meant something like; 'Is he a demon?' and I shook my head ever so slightly, even though I wasn't very sure myself...
We reached the man, who I noticed had a coffee cup in one hand and a white mustache that was slightly tinted brown from the coffee, which contrasted hugely with his bald head. I stuck out my hand, for once being brave, and gave my most winning smile.
What? I need a job!
"I'm Casey and this is Sasha, your Mr. Berg, right?" I said in my most pleasant 'please-hire-me-I'm-poor' voice.
Once again; I NEED a JOB!
'Mr. Berg' grunted, ignoring my hand. He took a large slug of his coffee, splashing more of it onto his shirt. "So you two want a job, eh?" He grunted.
My hand fell back down to my side, and I willed my fists not to clench. I put on my most 'I'm-SUPER-happy-and-not-at-ALL-offended-by-you!' grin as Sasha stepped out from behind me, looking as put-off as I felt at the moment. "Yes, sir!" I chirruped.
Mr. Berg grunted. "Are you two in Skool, then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow over one beady eye.
"Well, sir." I said. "We were planning on registering at the local school right after this because we just moved here an-"
Mr. Berg held up a hand and cut me off. "Look. Kid, I don't need your life story." He grunted as I snapped my lips together to keep myself from saying anything I might regret. Mr. Berg drank some more of his coffee. "When does your Skool day end?" He demanded.
I took a deep breath. "Well, sir, I'd expect that it ends around three." I managed to choke out despite my obvious disgust.
Mr. Berg didn't seem to notice the mocking way I'd said 'sir' and nodded, drinking more of his coffee. "Hm... Well, in that case, be here by three thirty or so on weekdays. Weekends you get off... Your shifts will be over by five thirty... Minimum wage... Oh, and if you're late without a legitimate reason, I'll fire you!"
I blinked, and Sasha finally spoke up. "So, wait, we got the jobs?" She asked, sounding as shocked as I was, and believe me, I was VERY shocked. That... That was actually rather fair.
Couldn't this man see how obviously INSANE we were! Seriously! Come on, man! Run while your legs are still on where your legs are supposed to be and not shoved up your armpits! Go, go GO!
I may not have liked him much, but that didn't mean I wanted to KILL him!
"Mm hmm..." Mr. Berg grunted, again – that seemed to be the only way he could talk – unaware of my inner turmoil. "You start Monday, so don't be late!" And with that, he stalked back to the counter, past Maria, who was wearing a very forced looking smile, and into the 'back room', slamming the door shut behind him.
Maria instantly relaxed and made her way around the desk and over to us. "I should have warned you..." She apologized, looking down at us since we were so short. "My step-dad's sort've a downer... But on the bright side, he's only here Thursdays and he usually just stays in back!" She smiled.
Sasha and I smiled too, instantly brightened by Maria. I, of course, expected that, once again, for reasons of my own. "Oh, it's okay." I said with a shrug, forcing my anger away. "He's not the worst person I've been in the presence of." Which was true... Sadly... Stupid real-world people!
"Well, that's good." Maria sighed. "Anyway, my shift ends right before yours, so I'll give you a few pointers. First, and most obvious, don't tick the boss off unless you want to be fired. Second, the store opens at seven thirty and closes at five thirty, so you'll be in charge of closing up. Third, the store's mostly busy in the mornings, and only a little in the afternoon. Usually, when there's no customers, I just read over in the reading area or slack off... Sometimes I just go in back and watch TV!" Maria smiled, laughing slightly.
Maria, I realized, was really real-world cool...
Ooooh... That sounded neat... I'm gonna have to remember to use that one... Gosh, I was just coming up with tons of brilliant sayings in this world! I LOVED it here!
Sasha and I smiled as well. "Cool!" Sasha said. She looked at me, suddenly looking confused. "What's minimum wage again?" She asked.
"Like, $7.50 or something..." I said with a frown, looking at Maria. "Right?"
Maria nodded and started back towards the counter. "Yup... Why don't you look around a little bit before you go?" She suggested over her shoulder, going back to sit on a stool set behind the desk.
I grinned at Sasha and she grinned back. We turned back to our previous spots, grabbing more Warriors books to look at and swoon over. We didn't have enough money to buy anything... But we would soon... So, we, for the next 50 minutes or so, looked around the store for books we may or may not want. We hadn't even gotten to the second aisle when I glanced at my watch and saw that it was, like, 12:30.
"Cripes! Sash," I exclaimed, then turned to Sasha to see that she was reading the back of a book called 'Egg Whites' or something. She looked up at the sound of my voice as I continued. "Gotta go." I said.
"Aww, man! Really?" Sasha complained as I stood up from my spot on the other side of the aisle. I placed my hands on my back as I stretched out my spine. "But I don't wanna go!" She moaned as I walked over and stopped, standing over her with my hands on my hips.
I jerked my head back and towards the front of the store. "Come on, Sash." I said. "Allons-y."
With an extremely overly dramatic moan, Sasha replaced the book who's back she'd been reading. She stood up, shoulders slumped. "But I don't wanna!" She repeated.
I crossed my arms, deciding that, even though I wanted to stay too, it was time to go. "Too, bad, so sad. Now, come on, otherwise we won't be able to go to 'Skool'."
That got her going.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Sasha yelped, starting to speed walk towards the entrance. She glanced back at me. "Well? Come on! Don't wanna be late!" She called back at me.
I laughed, and followed at a little slower pace. Oh, Sash...
"Now you run." I murmured before glancing at Maria. The young woman was sitting on a stool behind the counter, her head in one hand and her elbow on the table as she read a book. "Bye, Maria!" I called out friendlily, grabbing my umbrella from the spot I'd dropped it at.
Maria glanced up in surprise, blinking a few times before a grin appeared. "Bye, guys!" she called, waving. "See you Monday!"
"Bye!" Sasha and I said in union as we stepped outside, the door swinging shut behind us. It had stopped raining, thankfully, but gray clouds still hovered in the air menacingly, as if just daring any of the planets inhabitants to get too happy.
Rather depressing, really.
We both stood still for a moment, watching the water drip off of everything. I sighed through my nose, enjoying the fresh smell the rain brought as I looked at Sasha. "Shall we go?" I offered, raising a hand coaxingly.
"I'm gonna use that seagull to ruuuulllleee the wooooorrrllldddd..." Sasha mused dreamily, staring off into the distance.
Taking that as a 'yes', I started walking down the sidewalk, the umbrella swinging comfortably back and forth on my arm. Sasha followed automatically, still looking thoughtful. Easily growing bored of the silence – not used to not having Sasha ramble in my ear – I started whistling 'Singing in the rain' as we walked.
A few minutes, and turns, later, I stopped whistling and looked over at Sasha. "So, what did you think of the store?" I asked.
Sasha jumped. "Baloney!" She shouted. She blinked, her head snapping around to look at me. "Wait... What?" She asked. With a sigh, I repeated my question, and my friend's face lit up. "Oh, I loved that place! I just can't believe we got the job! That Mr. Berg seemed like a real jerk!"
I snorted and we rounded yet another corner. "Mr. Berg? More like Mr. Turd!" Sasha snickered and I allowed myself to grin at my own joke. "But seriously," I continued. "I kept waiting for one of us to say something rude so that he would say 'rephrase that!'" I said, my voice growing high and nasally.
Sasha started giggling as we crossed a street, skirting around a large puddle once on the other side and on the sidewalk.
Hmm? What was I referencing? Well, last year, in 7th grade, we had a study hall at the end of the day. Oh, I know what your thinking; 'Oh what does that have to do with anything!'
Well, if you'd shut up, I'd tell you.
Instead of having our homeroom teacher – a wonderful woman whom I love and call my homeroom 'mom' – we went to some random room with some random teacher supervising us.
Her name was Mrs. Berg.
SFX: DUN DUN DUUUUUN!
I don't know where that came from... Probably my head, but thank you mysterious SFX music... That really helped.
SFX: *Triumphant trumpet music*
Once again; thank you.
Anyway...
I'll admit, I usually talked rather than 'studied'. What can I say? I'd had some awesome guy-friends – not to mention people who had been 8th graders at the time – in there with me. Anyways, our conversations would usually get loud, and sometimes a little rude, and eventually, someone would say the two magic words...
Shut... Up.
Mrs. Berg would spring up like a wackadoodle jack-in-the-box and immediately demand that we, quote; "Rephrase that!"
Well, being the growing-to-be immature 8th graders that we almost were, not to mention almost high-schoolers in the older kid's cases; we complied...
By saying 'Up shut!'
*Sigh* Mrs. Berg hated us... (A/N: And trust me, the feeling was MUTUAL! MUTUAL I SAY! MUUUTTTUUUAAAALLLLL!)
Sadly, Sasha hadn't been in the same study hall as me, so she couldn't fully enjoy my joke, but she laughed anyway.
What a good friend.
Mid-giggle, Sasha suddenly stopped. "Look!" She shouted, pointing at something up ahead. I broke away from my memories and looked ahead. A grin immediately spread across my face at what I saw.
"Sasha," I said as we reached the sidewalk in front of the building. "We're going back to school."
The building was just as I remembered it from the countless times I'd seen it on TV before. It was huge, made of brick, and the playground was surrounded by a barbed wire fence. Also, it seemed that the tree on the front 'lawn' had reappeared. (A/N: Ever notice how the tree in the front of the Skool seems to disappear and reappear sometimes? It's kinda like like magic! Just like sarcasm!)
As I stood there, my chest puffed out and my hands on my hips, I tried my hardest to look like I was full of confidence and zeal. I felt great. I felt terrific. If felt-
Of course, Sasha just had to take me down a few notches.
"Well," she said. "That was cliche... And stupid." She looked at me. "Reallystupid."
I wilted. "Yeah... I know it was... I know it was..." I said, hanging my head in shame.
Sasha just shrugged, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into the school... Er... 'Skool'...
This was going to be fun!
AAAAAANNNNDDDDD SCENE!
... X)
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(Wow, I'm hyper and I haven't even had any sugar yet... Bleh.)