Google writers block, and you get: Pain in the ass, OMFG, this sucks, and, I hit the brick wall... ouch.
Really, it sucks big time.
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They were camped out on a rock ledge near a waterfall. Yay camping.
Everyone was either sleeping of staring into the fire.
Ayla looked over to where Gregor and Luxa sat, and smiled. Luxa had fallen asleep, Gregor soon following, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head resting under his chin.
It was adorable. It also made Ayla homesick, she wanted to go back, and see Chris, she wanted to tell her mother she was fine, it was all going to be okay. "'We all wish for things Ayla, I have two phrases. 'We all wish for things, I in turn wish for a shitter made out of gold,' my other one, sweet heart, 'Quick, hold out two hands, fill one with wishes, and the other with crap, which one fills up faster?'" her father's words of wisdom as they had called them, there was something about a bird, but her brain was shadowed, and her eyes misty. Her father. Daddy. Pops. Dad.
It was in that very mine he disappeared, she lied, she never went looking for gold and gems, she looked for her father. She had been there in the cave in, she had watched him vanish before her eyes. Her role model, her best friend. She had failed him.
A tear fell to the ground, she was slowly cracking. At one point, suicide seem ideal, but then she remembered.
'Killing yourself in vain is just stupid, all it means is you're a failure, killing yourself can't get you what you want, it just gets you killed! But really, if you kill yourself, just because you're sad, you leave your friends who get bullied to be tortured, you leave your parents to think 'Could I have stopped it?' the ones you love suffer because you were selfish, and you wanted to end your misery, but only when it's too late, you realize death will not end misery, it only creates it,' another tear joined the one on the ground, her father would want her to be strong, like him.
Ayla started when something slid over her shoulders. Zeva looked into her eyes with understanding.
"I miss him too, Ayla," Zeva said.
"We all miss him, but sitting here moping about it wont get him back," she said stubbornly.
"Ayla... if you bottle all these emotions, you're going to explode! So you cried and thought, big deal, your only human, everyone cries at one point... well, not me, but you get the point,"
"I suppose... I'm hungry," Ayla said.
"We just ate, how can you still be hungry?" Zeva asked.
"Ask Bob, my tapeworm," Ayla joked.
"Well, I'm going to take a nap, so you and Bob can work things out," Zeva said, curling up on the ground.
Ayla hugged her knees to her chest, slowly rocking back and forth, looking into the fire, making sure to keep one eye closed so she could see afterward.
She went into a trance, a slow sweet song crept out of her mouth in a whisper.
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
Daddy's gonna buy you a Mocking Bird.
If that Mocking Bird wont sing,
Daddy's gonna buy you a Diamond Ring.
If that Diamond Ring turn brass,
Daddy's gonna buy you a Looking Glass,
If that Looking Glass gets broke,
Daddy's gonna buy you a Billy Goat.
If that Billy Goat won't pull,
Daddy's gonna buy you a Cart and Bull.
If that Cart and Bull turn over,
Daddy's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
If that dog named Grover won't bark,
Daddy's gonna buy you a Horse and Cart.
If that Horse and Cart fall down,
You'll always be the best little girl around...
She continued on and on, for several verses, recalling the first time her dad taught her to shoot his gun, the memory switched to him teaching her how to dismantle, clean, and put back together his Glock pistol, it changed again, it was her and him fishing on a log, a pan-fry sized trout stuck to the hook.
She smiled, he had taken that picture with his phone, and set it as the background.
Fond memories swarmed her head, making it buzz pleasantly, she was letting a little Bloodwrath, or 'Rager' through, her eyes were red now.
She stopped singing, humming the tune quietly. Looking into the fire. She saw something, something shiny, on the other side of the fire.
The buzzing faded as she rose, and walked over to where the shine had been. She bent down to pick something up.
It was a cell phone! The shine had been from the screen, it was about to die.
Ayla had a hunch.
She flipped it open, and gasped.
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Ha, ha, cliffhanger! Yes I am going to have a chapter that doubts Sandwich, yep. Deifying the Man.
Yep, a phone, dun dun dun! Your all thinking about who it belongs to, and you probably know if you payed attention!
All the sayings belong to my own father, who is very much alive and healthy, except for the one about suicide, I made that up just for this chapter, or did I? Mwahahahahahaha! All mistakes are mine!
Bye!
AAST- Abbess, and Recorder of Loamtree Abbey d:~)**(~:p