Just a random fun fact of the day as to why my username includes the number 23.
So the other day, on October 3rd, a boy that goes to my high school got into a motorcycle accident. I didn't really know him, more so his girlfriend, whom I was fairly close with in grades 8 and 9 before she transferred schools. Anyways, his injuries were serious enough that he had to be put on life support. Because we live in a small town, he had to be sent down to Vancouver.
This morning, I found out that he was brain dead.
An hour ago, I found out that his parents made the decision to take him off life support.
It's just a weird thing to think about. Because I didn't know him, I'm not overcome with grief. I feel sad, yes, especially for his girlfriend whom I consider as a friend. But it's just so weird to think about. He was 17. I'm 17. He's dead, I'm not.
I don't know what else to say.
We Were Champions
This is a roleplay that Zing, Humbu Bre and I made. Long story short, we'd like more people. Active people. We enjoy people. They're very handy for playing characters and such. =)
Here's the plot:
Imagine a land made up of four kingdoms ruled by four siblings; two brothers and two sisters. Each sibling represents one of the four seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Although the four seasons are represented, only one can be dominant per year.
To determine which season shall be dominant, each kingdom sends a representative to the Stadium to fight to the death. For twenty-eight days, the full cycle of the moon, the four representatives fight each other, trying to be the last one standing. The prize? Immortality, the chance to forever be remembered as a Champion, and their season's dominance for the year.
For the past one hundred years, Winter has been dominant. The other kingdoms have been growing weaker and weaker in power as a result, and are secretly planning a revolt. Who's side will you be on? Will you survive? Or will you risk it all for a chance to become a Champion?
So yeah. If you're interested, don't hesitate to PM me here or on there. Or ask questions. Questions are good. I like them.
Fang's on sale TODAY! HECK YES! Then I was all, ooh, I'mma go to the official site for kicks, and HOLY BANANAS! There's a contest *hyperventilates* T-to write a chapter of a future Maximum Ride book. Plus $2,500 bucks, which is a nice bonus. XD
*Faints* Omg, this is like, surreal. Sheesh though, if the rules would actually LOAD, I could see if I'm eligible for once.
I think this is actually a huge deal. Like, honestly, think about it. How many Winx fans actually know the day the first saw Winx Club. I only know because of this one festival thing that happens every year on the same weekend. Plus the fact my mom whipped out a calender from 2005...
Anyways, I'm drawing a little something special. It'll be on my DA, but right now I'd like to make a list of 5 things, since after all, the magic number here is 5, of things I first thought when I saw Winx Club, then a different list, again consisting of 5, of what I think now of those same 5 things.
2005 (Age 10ish)
1- Riven was a total jerk
2- Riven's name was actually Ribbon
3- Flora was an epic win.
4- Musa sounded kinda weird.
5- That they lived on Earth. I thought Alfea was on Earth for the longest time. Serious.
2010 (Age 15 and a bit)
1- Riven's a freaking GOD
2- Riven's name should actually be spelt with a Y. I think it'd be entertaining.
3- Flora is by far, an epic FAIL.
4- Lisa Ortiz is amazing, and everyone should give her cookies.
5- I live on Earth, and sadly, Alfea isn't real...
OMG! THERE'S SOMEBODY THAT LOVES ME SOMEWHERE!
*ANOTHER FANGIRL SQUEEL*
THERE'S A SWEEPSTAKES! ON THE MAXIMUM RIDE SITE! TO WIN FANG (As in the book)
*FANGIRL SQUEEL* OMG! I COULD WIN!!!!!
Not to mention the nifty Fax picture that was released too:
OMG! I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED!
Only 46 days, 6 hours, 59 minutes and 47 seconds until it comes out! That is, unless I WIN! *Evil laugh*
Okay, so *Is trying to contain her excitement the very best she can*
For school, there's this mentoring thingy, and it's complex to explain. But, I just got matched with a voice actress or something for Toronto! Woo!
I sighed heavily, as I gazed out the window. Having time to myself was rare, and I was savoring every moment of this. I crossed my arms as I listened to the steady ticking of the clock. 3, 2, 1. It chimed 10:00pm. Now it was official: Iâ€™d been at the orphanage, I mean group home, for 11 years. They always called it a group home, but we all knew what it really was. An orphanage. I sighed again. Only one more year and I could leave completely. Leaving behind Jenna and Darwin and Grayson. And Kyle...
Suddenly, I felt another presence in the once empty room. I spun around and there he was. Kyle. Speak of the Devil...
â€œWhat are you doing here?â€ I hissed. He only cocked his head grinning with that smile of his.
â€œWhy do you care?â€ He retorted, leaning in the door frame. â€œWhere were you at dinner Red?â€ He asked. â€œWe missed you.â€
We? Who was we? Jenna? Kyle had barely said 2 words to her in the 8 years heâ€™d been there. Now he was paring them together? No way. Jenna was my sister. Well, sort of...
â€œI wasnâ€™t hungry,â€ I replied, â€œand my nameâ€™s Margaret. I thought Iâ€™ve told you not to call me Red.â€
Kyle shrugged. â€œYeah. Whatâ€™s your point?â€ With that, he turned, and began to walk away. â€œOh, Lamoreauxâ€™s wants to talk to you.â€ He said over his shoulder.
Lamoreaux always wanted to talk to me. Why couldnâ€™t she get someone else to be her personal maid for the evening once and awhile? Just because I was the oldest at the orphanage, didnâ€™t mean I had to be the one to change diapers and clean up messes. As I headed towards the door, my figure caught my eye in the full length mirror. I stepped closer to it, and examined myself. I picked up a chunk of my dark, shoulder length, auburn hair and examined it. God. Absolutely pathetic. I leaned closer. Were those more freckles? I swear, they hadnâ€™t been there yesterday. Yes, I was quite the attractive one, that was for sure.
â€œIâ€™d hurry,â€ I heard Kyle say as he walked by the room, yet again. â€œshe seems pretty pissed.â€
God, what was with him? â€œIâ€™m coming,â€ I muttered, face flushing. That boy had impeccable timing.â€ Unfortunately.â€
I stood in front of Lamoreauxâ€™s bedroom. It was pretty quiet. Most of the little kids seemed to be asleep. Mr. Lamoreaux was probably in his study, or at some bar. He seemed to take every opportunity he could to get away from his wife. Or maybe us. Sometimes itâ€™s hard to tell.
â€œMarâ€™et,â€ She called. â€œâ€™where are ya!?â€
â€œIâ€™m right here,â€ I replied, smoothing down my hair and adjusting my ridiculously baggy sweater.
â€œGeâ€™yur ass in â€˜ere then,â€
â€œIâ€™m coming.â€ I repeated, opening the door. â€œYeah?â€
â€œWhere the hell were yaâ€ Lamoreaux slurred, obviously drunk. â€œya â€˜kept me waitinâ€™,â€ She paused, to take another swig of the whiskey bottle she was holding in her left hand. â€œya kept me waitinâ€™ fur 10 minutes.â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry,I was busy.â€ I nervously fingered the hem of my sweater. Millicent Lamoreaux was extremely intimidating normally. Drunk, she was 10 times worse. I scrutinized her laying there on the bed. Face red and shiny, eyes bloodshot, clothes completely disheveled, graying hair unkempt. Lamoreaux was a complete wreak.
â€œWhatca standinâ€™ â€˜dere fur?â€ She asked, voice steadily rising, as she waved the bottle around. â€œâ€™Gimme more booze!â€
Nodding, I quickly rushed out of the room. Denying Millicent alcohol was suicide. I flung open the refrigerator door, and began pulling out bottle after bottle.
â€œMarâ€™et!â€ Lamoreaux screamed. â€œWhatâ€™s takinâ€™ ya so long?â€
â€œIâ€™m coming!â€ I called back, frantically picking up all Calvert, Schenley's and Black Velvet I could carry.
I hadnâ€™t expected her to call my name again. I dropped 3 bottles, and cried out as they shattered on the ground, the contents splashing up onto me.
â€œWhat de hell is goinâ€™ on â€˜ere?â€ Lamoreaux flung open the door, and stumbled clumsily towards me.
â€œIâ€™m sorry, I didnâ€™t mean to-â€ Before I could finish, her hand came down in an agonizing blow to my cheek. I bit my lip, knowing if I made any sound, sheâ€™d only hit me again.
â€œLeave her alone,â€
I looked up, cheek throbbing. Kyle stood in the entrance of the dark kitchen. What the hell was he doing? Was he that stupid as to interfere with Lamoreauxâ€™s drunken stupor?
â€œâ€™Whaâ€™ ya say tur me?â€ She roared, pushing me out of the way, staggering towards Kyle.
â€œI told you to leave her alone.â€ Kyle repeated, not sounding as confident this time. For a split second, fear flickered across his icy blue eyes.
I could see the outline of Jennaâ€™s slender figure pressed against the wall of the hallway. Why did she feel the need to watch this? Seven year olds definitely didnâ€™t need to see their older sisterâ€™s get the crap beat out of them. I was 8 years older than her, and I was supposed to be her rock, her hero. Not allow a drunken 47 year old woman slap me around. I stood, and slunk out of the room, leaving Kyle to hold his own.
â€œAre you okay?â€ Jenna whispered, reaching out a hand to touch my swelling cheek.
â€œIâ€™m fine,â€ I lied. I hated lying to her. Although, that was completely hypocritical. Iâ€™d been lying to Jenna all her life. Telling her this and that about the life we never even had together. How she hasnâ€™t figured out the truth yet is beyond me.
Just then, a crash echoed throughout the entire kitchen, interrupting my thoughts. It was followed by some extracolourful language from Lamoreaux and Kyle alike, and another crash. That was it, Kyle was supposed to be helping the situation, not making it worse.
â€œJust go back to bed,â€ I told Jenna. She looked at me with wide eyes. â€œI have to make sure Kyleâ€™s alright. Iâ€™ll be fine.â€ I didnâ€™t understand why I suddenly cared what happened to him. For 8 years, heâ€™d been making my life even more of a living hell than it already was. Red this, Red that. Making snide remarks, offering to help...okay, I get it I have issues. For some strange reason, I hate giving up any of my responsibilities, no matter how crappy they might be. I can handle myself. Him standing up for me tonight just reminded how much I loathed Kyle.
â€œNo.â€ Jenna said firmly. â€œI have to make sure, youâ€™re alright.â€
I sighed, â€Jenna...â€
She didnâ€™t let me finish. â€œMargaret, Iâ€™m not going to bed.â€
Another crash rang out, followed by Kyle cursing loudly for the hundredth time.
I gave Jennaâ€™s shoulder a quick squeeze, before stepping into the kitchen again. I was immediately aware of what was going on. Lamoreaux and Kyle were throwing whiskey bottles at each other. The last one appeared to have clipped Kyleâ€™s shoulder. He was grasping, his face twisted in pain.
â€œHa!â€ Lamoreaux roared. â€œâ€™Datâ€™s whaâ€™ ya get fur messinâ€™ wit me!â€ All of a sudden, she appeared to have noticed me back in the room. â€œMarâ€™et,â€ She took a sip on the bottle in her hand, finishing it off. â€œKyle and ya are gonna spend â€˜da rest of â€˜da night in â€˜da cellar!â€ With that, she chucked the bottle in our general direction.
Kyle flinched, obviously wary from the pervious offense. Oddly, I felt somewhat sympathetic. I instantly replaced the feeling with hostility. It was his fault I was spending the night in the cellar with the rats and roaches and ugh...Kyle.
â€œLetâ€™s go,â€ Millicent grabbed each of us roughly by the arm, and dragged us towards the cellar door. â€œâ€™ave a good night!â€ She cooed, making my skin crawl. Yes, my life really was great.
I sat hugging my knees. This was worse than I remembered. The last time Iâ€™d been sentenced to â€œnight in the cellarâ€ was when I was 8 years old. I had been caught out of bed after lights out. I sighed. Man, it was dark. I couldnâ€™t even see my own hand several inches from my face.
â€œRed?â€ I heard Kyleâ€™s voice resound throughout the entire cellar.
â€œJust shut up,â€ I said. â€œIâ€™m serious. Leave me alone. This is your fault Iâ€™m down here, just leave me the hell alone.â€
â€œPMS much,â€ He said. I could just picture him grinning. That alone upped my POed level to a six, on a level of one to five. Thank you Kyle.
â€œI said leave me alone,â€ I lay down on the cold, cement floor. My cheek was throbbing, and I wasnâ€™t exactly looking forward to seeing what kind of bruise Lamoreauxâ€™s blow had produced.
â€œSuit yourself.â€ Kyle muttered quietly. I him heard yawn, and move around a bit, then it was quiet, except for our breathing.
I must have drifted off for awhile, because I was awaken by something brushing my arm. I screamed, and hit whatever it was as hard as I could.
â€œAh!â€ Kyle cried, â€œWhat was that for?!â€
Iâ€™d had no idea how close heâ€™d been to me. A warm flush spread across my face.
â€œGod, Margaret, that was my freakinâ€™ shoulder.â€
His shoulder? Though I knew I should be feeling guilty for causing him even more pain, but I was extremely satisfied. Yes, Iâ€™m a sadistic person. Deal with it. â€œWhat were you doing?â€
â€œI was sleeping.â€
â€œThat close to me?â€
He didnâ€™t say anything for a long time. Iâ€™d thought Kyle had fallen back asleep, until he sighed loudly. â€œIâ€™m sorry, okay? Sorry for getting you thrown down here, and sorry for sleeping so close to you. I know you hate me. Iâ€™ll just shut up. Iâ€™m sorry.â€
â€œI-I donâ€™t hate you,â€ I said, sitting up. â€œwell not right now anyway. We might as well get along, considering weâ€™re stuck here â€˜till morning.â€
Kyle laughed softly. â€œMore like â€˜till Lamoreaux actually remembers weâ€™re down here.â€
I grinned. He was right. This wouldnâ€™t be the first time Ms. Lamoreaux had forgotten about people in the cellar. â€œHow long do you think weâ€™ve been down here?â€ I asked.
Kyle sat up, and positioned himself so that he was sitting back to back with me. It sent a chill up my spin. â€œProbably close to five hours or so.â€
â€œMmm,â€ I murmured. â€œThatâ€™s not very long.â€
â€œWell at least your not here alone,â€ He said.
I had to agree with him on that one. Even though I hated Kyle with a passion, it was better being locked up with him than being alone.
â€œSo...â€ Kyle asked it as a question, more than a statement. Crap.
â€œYeah?â€ I asked, hesitantly.
â€œI dunno,â€ He replied. â€œwe donâ€™t have to sit here in silence do we?â€
The way he said that made my heart skip a beat. What was wrong with me? Iâ€™d never felt this way around Kyle before. But then again, Iâ€™d never been locked up in a cellar with him until tonight. â€œI never said that.â€
â€œI know,â€ Kyle said, moving closer to me. I could feel the warmth of his back straight though my think sweater. It went all the way to my toes, and was like nothing Iâ€™d ever felt before. â€œRed?â€ He asked.
â€œYeah?â€ It was pretty much a lost cause. Kyle would always call me Red. There was nothing I could do to change that.
â€œHow did you end up here?â€
â€œUh, I dropped Lamoreauxâ€™s whiskey,â€ I replied. â€œYou were there. You saw it.â€
Kyle laughed. â€œNo, I meant here. The orphanage. I mean group home.â€
It was my turn to laugh. Kyle had said group home in such a mocking way, for a moment, I almost liked him. Almost. â€œMy parents died. Simple as that. What about you?â€
â€œMy parents died too,â€ He replied quickly. I could tell he wasnâ€™t actually telling the entire story. â€œHow did your parents die?â€
â€œIn a fire,â€ I said quietly, resting my chin on my knees. â€œI was the only one to survive. My sister...â€ I sighed. I didnâ€™t want to say it. I always go so emotional, and around Kyle, I couldnâ€™t be like that. Ever.
â€œJenna?â€ He asked. I could sense a hint of amusement in his voice.
â€œKyle, shut up. You know weâ€™re not really related.â€ I sneered.
â€œMargaret, you canâ€™t lie to Jenna her entire life.â€
â€œI havenâ€™t been,â€ I protested. â€œI mean, wonâ€™t. Iâ€™ll tell her eventually.â€
â€œWhat, on her wedding day while your giving a toast?â€ Kyle asked. Did he have to be so sarcastic? â€œItâ€™ll break her heart, Red.â€
â€œWhy donâ€™t you tell her then?â€
â€œI canâ€™t,â€ I said. â€œIâ€™m the only family she has.â€
â€œMargaret, a drunk monkey could tell your not related. You look nothing alike. Sheâ€™s tall and skinny and...â€ His voice trailed off. â€œCrap, that came out wrong.â€
â€œGee, thanks.â€ I replied, snidely.
â€œI didnâ€™t actually mean that. Youâ€™re actually kinda pretty.â€
Pretty? Had I heard that right? Kyle thought I was pretty? As in like, me? â€œPretty?â€ My voice caught in my throat.
â€œOh,â€ I said. I was glad it was dark. I couldnâ€™t remember the last time Iâ€™m blushed this much.
â€œSo you were the only one to survive the fire huh?â€ I could tell Kyle was anxious to change the topic.
â€œYeah. So what about you? Howâ€™d your parents die?â€
â€œUh, Iâ€™m not really sure. Drug overdose I think.â€
â€œHow old were you?â€ I asked. He definitely wasnâ€™t telling me something.
â€œSix,â€ He said. â€œHow old were you?â€
â€œFour. Hey, if you were six, you went to school, right?â€
â€œYeah. I only made it through half of first grade though.â€ Kyle replied. â€œWait a sec. If you were four, then you didnâ€™t go to school. How did you learn to read and stuff?â€
â€œWhen I first came here,â€ I began. â€œThere was an older girl named Tammy. She was 15 I think. Anyway, she taught me how to read and write.â€
â€œThatâ€™s cool.â€ Kyle exhaled deeply. â€œDo you miss your parents?â€
I hesitated. Honestly, Iâ€™d never really thought about that. â€œYeah. I do. Especially on days like this,â€ I said. â€œIâ€™ve been here for 11 years now.â€
I felt him move, and seconds later, his arm was around my shoulder. â€œItâ€™s okay Red. Your not the only one.â€
My brain had pretty much stopped processing thoughts as soon as his arm had come in contact with my shoulder. What was I supposed to do? The obvious: I simply shrugged his arm off, and moved away from him, just like the loving person I am. â€œWhat time is it, do you think?â€
â€œItâ€™s only been like 20 minutes since you last asked me,â€ He replied. â€œJust be patient.â€
I groaned. â€œThis is the longest night ever.â€
â€œIt could be,â€ Kyle said, moving closer to me. â€œOr, you could actually talk to me.â€
â€œI have been talking to you.â€
I chewed the inside of my cheek. â€œSo, uh...â€
â€œDo you miss your parents?â€ I asked. I wasnâ€™t exactly sure how he was going to respond, and braced myself for the worst.
â€œNo. I...mmm. No. I donâ€™t want to talk about it.â€ He said flatly.
â€œFair enough,â€ I said, laying down again.
â€œWould you kill me if I slept here?â€
â€œOnly maim,â€ I said, smiling. As he lay beside me, I swear I could see his blue eyes, those haunting blue eyes, flash.
The next time I awoke, there was light coming in from under the door, allowing me to see the silhouettes of several objects. Then, I suddenly realized, I was curled up beside Kyle, his arm around my shoulder. In my defense, it was pretty cold down there, and it was complete instinct. Not my fault at all. I pushed Kyleâ€™s arm off me and scrambled to stand up.
â€œWha...Red, whatâ€™s up?â€
â€œI think itâ€™s morning.â€
He groaned and sat up, running a hand though his hair. â€œYeah, I think so. Quiet for a sec...yeah. Itâ€™s probably early morning though. Like, 6 or something.â€
â€œWe have an hour to go,â€ I said, sitting again. â€œWhat now?â€
Kyle grinned. â€œYou could come back over here,â€
â€œPervert,â€ I said, glaring at him as I crawled further away.
â€œI didnâ€™t say anything!â€ He protested. â€œWhatâ€™s your problem?â€
â€œIt was implied,â€ I said. â€œYou have to read between the lines.â€
Kyle sighed. â€œWell, what do you want to do?â€
â€œGet out of the cellar.â€
â€œYou and I both,â€ He said, nodding. â€œbut, thatâ€™s not exactly what I meant.â€
I stood again, and walked towards the door. I pressed my ear against it, and listened. Yeah, Kyle was right. It was definitely early morning. Nobody seemed to be awake yet. I turned, and slide down the door, resting my back against it. I didnâ€™t know how much more of this I could take.
â€œRed,â€ Kyle said, out of the blue. â€œAny particular reason why your nameâ€™s Margaret?â€
â€œUh, excuse me?â€ I scoffed.
â€œItâ€™s such an, I dunno. An old school name. Have you always been called Margaret, or did you acquire it when you came here?â€
â€œMargaretâ€™s always been my name,â€ I replied.
â€œWhat about your last name?â€
â€œI...â€ Hmm. I frowned. I couldnâ€™t remember my last name! It was like something from another lifetime. â€œI donâ€™t remember.â€ I admitted.
â€œReally?â€ Kyle asked, seemingly surprised. â€œMy last nameâ€™s...uh...â€ He hesitated for a minute. â€œItâ€™s something like Roberts or Robertson, or something like that.â€
â€œOh. So did you have any siblings?â€
â€œNo. I was an only child,â€ He replied. â€œWell, that I know of.â€
â€œMy sister, the one that died...â€ I closed my eyes. â€œShe was only a few months old. I-I probably could have saved her. But I didnâ€™t.â€ My voice faltered. There. Now he knew the truth. The one thing I was afraid of admitting, and Kyle of all people knew it.
I felt his arms around me, whispering it was alright to cry. Yeah right. I pushed him away, and lay back down on the cold, cement floor. There was no way I was going to cry.
It was close to another hour or so later when we heard someone fumbling with the doorknob. I stood up, and Kyle motioned for me to shut up. The scratching continued for another minute or so, before the door swung open.
â€œSorry that took so long. Lamoreaux replaced the lock again. I had to improvise.â€
I grinned. â€œGrayson!â€ Grayson. The one 13 year old with absolutely no schooling past kindergarten, yet can hack into any computer and pick any lock.
â€œDude, you are the man.â€ Kyle said, pounding Graysonâ€™s fist.
â€œLamoreauxâ€™s nursing her hangover,â€ Grayson explained, pocketing the plastic fork heâ€™d used to pick the lock. â€œSo sheâ€™s still asleep.â€
â€œGrayson, youâ€™re a lifesaver,â€ Kyle went on. â€œweâ€™d have never gotten out of there without you.â€
â€œYes we would have,â€ I muttered under my breath. â€œThanks Gray.â€
â€œUh-huh.â€ He replied. Grayson had never really been the talkative type. Youâ€™d be lucky to get more than 5 or 6 words out of him at a time.
I proceeded back towards the room I shared with Sabra, Jenna, Aendy and Ms.Thinks-sheâ€™s-so-great-and-the-world-revolves-around-her. Also known as Veronica. The 12 year old blonde whoâ€™s already taller, prettier and packing way more attitude than I ever had, or ever will have. I sighed. I just couldnâ€™t wait to hear what sarcastic remark she had in store for me.
â€œMargaret!â€ Jenna jumped off her bed and ran towards me.
â€œHey Jenna,â€ I said softly, stroking her chestnut hair.
â€œOh god,â€ Veronica said, walking up to us. â€œWhat were you doing with Kyle down there?â€ She asked, crossing her arms.
â€œYou mean my bruise?â€ I asked, my face flushing as she mentioned Kyleâ€™s name.
â€œDuh. What happened?â€
â€œLamoreaux hit me.â€
â€œOh...â€ I could tell she had run out of things to asked me. Either that, or she felt bad. Ooh, scratch that. This is Veronica.
â€œHow bad is it?â€ I asked Jenna.
â€œUm...well...remember when we picked those blueberries that one time?â€ She asked.
â€œWell itâ€™s the same colour of purple. Plus a little bit of red. Like Ms. Lamoreauxâ€™s red sweater. Thereâ€™s also some yellow. Like Veronicaâ€™s hair.â€
â€œThe word is blonde.â€ Veronica sneered.
â€œVeronica...â€ I said sharply.
â€œMargaret, your here!â€ Sabra squealed, running into the room, her dark hair streaming behind her. I noticed Aendy slink in after her. â€œHoly crap, what did you do?â€
â€œLamoreaux slapped me,â€ I repeated for the millionth time.
â€œAwww, are you okay?â€
â€œUm, I think so.â€
Sabra looked at me for a second. â€œI saw Kyle.â€
â€œCongratulations,â€ Veronica said, rolling her eyes. â€œWeâ€™re happy for you. Really.â€
I glared at Veronica, before turning back to Sabra. â€œYeah?â€
â€œYeah. His shoulder was all bloody and stuff.â€ She picked a piece of lint off the arm on her sweater. â€œIs he okay?â€
â€œKyleâ€™s fine. I promise.â€ I looked over at Aendy. She was sitting quietly on her bed. â€œAend, you okay?â€ I asked, sitting beside her.
Aendy shrugged. She was worse than Grayson was, and not as useful when your locked in a cellar, for example. And, much more emo. That is, if 8 year old girls can be emo.
â€œShe was worried about you,â€ Sabra prompted. Aendy and Sabra were like Jenna and I. Though more like friends. Sometimes, I wished we could be like that, and Iâ€™d never lied to Jenna. Then everything would be normal.
I patted Aendy on the back, then stood. â€œWhat day is it?â€
â€œMarch 16th,â€ Jenna replied. â€œObservation dayâ€™s tomorrow.â€
Oh no. Iâ€™d forgotten about that. Every month, we have an observation day. Itâ€™s so people can come and observe us like they do cattle, then maybe adopt one or two of us. Iâ€™d given up on observation day years ago. So had most people over the age of 10. Jenna, unfortunately, is still in the group of people who still believe their going to get adopted one day, and live happily ever after.
â€œOh please,â€ Veronica said, examining her nails. â€œObservation day is a joke. As if any of us are going get adopted.â€
She was right too. Thanks to our bedraggled appearances, sailor-like vocabulary, most of us avoided being adopted each month. The only people getting adopted tomorrow were going to be under the age of two. Iâ€™d bet my life on it.
â€œNot me,â€ Jenna said. â€œMe and Margaret are going to get adopted and have a house again. Right Margaret?â€ Jenna said, looking up at me hopefully.
Veronica stifled a laugh. I added â€œSeverely injure Veronicaâ€ to my to-do list. â€œSweetie,â€ I began, choosing my words very, very carefully. â€œObservation day is for the babies. See, most of us are um...too old to get adopted.â€
â€œBut not us right?â€
â€œWell...â€ I looked at Sabra. She shook her head, making â€œMake something upâ€ gestures. â€œYour not too old. So uh, if somebody wants to adopt you tomorrow, you can go with them. Okay?â€
â€œNo. I wanna get adopted with you.â€
â€œJenna, it doesnâ€™t work like that.â€ I said, rubbing her back.
â€œThen Iâ€™m not going.â€ She said firmly. â€œIâ€™m staying here with you. Forever.â€
God, I didnâ€™t know what to tell her come my 16th birthday next year. â€œYeah Jen, forever.â€
Just then, a breathless, white-faced Kyle appeared at our door. â€œRed, can I talk to you for a sec?â€
â€œSure she can,â€ Veronica said, pushing me towards him. â€œYou kids have fun now.â€
I followed Kyle into the hallway. â€œWhat?â€
â€œI saw the newspaper.â€ He said, stone faced.
He took out what seemed to be a ripped article from his pocket, and handed it to me.
â€œMitch Roberts was released from a federal prison in Florida after serving nearly a decade behind bars,â€ I read aloud. â€œYeah so?â€
â€œKeep reading,â€ Kyle instructed.
â€œThe 37-year-old was released Tuesday morning, and boarded a plane for Michigan. The former drug dealer served time for possession of heroin, as well as addition charges on assault to his 6 year old son, Kyle Roberts in 1995...â€ I stopped reading, and slowly lowered the paper. â€œYou told me your parents died.â€
â€œYeah. I lied. Keep reading.â€ He said.
â€œWhen asked what Michigan had in store for him, Roberts stated. â€œ...though I made some mistakes in the past, I know Iâ€™m better now, and what I have to do. I hope to gain full custody of my son, and hopefully start over with him.â€
â€œI have to get out of here.â€
â€œHuh?â€ I asked, handing him the article.
â€œI canâ€™t stay here, Margaret,â€ Kyle said. â€œMy dadâ€™s coming to get me. If he was released Tuesday, he must be waiting for observation day to come get me.â€
â€œYeah, but then you can go with him. Isnâ€™t that a good thing? Heâ€™s better now.â€
â€œYeah, you totally know my dad. A couple years of rehab and prison didnâ€™t change him at all. He almost killed me Red.â€ There was no mistaking the fear in his voice. Kyle was dead serious about leaving.
â€œWhat are you going to do?â€ I asked.
â€œI dunno. Break out tonight I guess but...â€
â€œWhat are you doing?â€ Lamoreaux roared. â€œWhat the hell are you doing out of the cellar?â€
Busted. â€œI, uh well...â€ Yes, Iâ€™ve always been known for my quick thinking and witty remarks.
â€œWell?â€ Lamoreaux repeated, hands on hips.
â€œWe were hungry,â€ Kyle piped up, trying to stuff the article into his jeanâ€™s pocket.
â€œWhatâ€™s that?â€ Ms. Lamoreaux asked, snatching it from Kyleâ€™s hands. As she skimmed over the article, her lips turned up into a grin. â€œSo, daddyâ€™s coming to get you eh?â€
Kyle looked down.
She sighed, crumpling up the paper. â€œToo bad your parents arenâ€™t coming to get you Margaret. Alright kids, listen up!â€
As she said that, everyone over the age of 5 packed into the hallway. â€œThanks to Margaret and Kyle,â€ She said, pacing up and down. â€œThe kitchenâ€™s a mess, and tomorrow, as Iâ€™m sure most of you know, is observation day. Therefore, the kitchen, as well as the rest of the house must be absolutely spotless. Understood?â€
â€œYes Ms. Lamoreaux.â€ We all chimed together.
She began calling out the different jobs. â€œVeronica, Everett and Sabra, upstairs bathroom. Tyrell, Jenna and Aendy, all bedrooms. Grayson, Joy, Samantha and Christian front yard. And Margaret and Kyle,â€ She turned to us smiling. â€œYou two will be cleaning the kitchen. What are you standing there for? Get to work!â€
I glanced sideways at Kyle. He flashed me that smile of his. God, that boy had issues.
I pushed my hair off my forehead and sat back on my feet. Weâ€™d been picking up whiskey bottle pieces, scrubbing floors and washing dishes for almost two hours now.
â€œYeah?â€ I asked.
â€œCome with me.â€ He said.
â€œWhat? Iâ€™m not exactly following you...â€
â€œYou should come with me. Iâ€™m breaking out tonight, and I want you to come with me.â€
My heart skipped a beat. â€œWhat about Jenna? I canâ€™t leave her.â€
â€œTake her with us,â€ Kyle replied. â€œActually, we could bring a bunch of kids.â€
â€œWhy do you want me to come with you?â€ I asked.
â€œâ€™Cause I like you I guess,â€ He said, blue eyes flashing.
Woah, woah, woah! Back up and pause for like, well until I restart my heart. Kyle liked me!? What? Since when? Nobody ever liked me before. Okay, Iâ€™ll admit, Iâ€™ve been living in the orphanage for 11 years. Finding a significant other is much harder than it looks when you live in a freakinâ€™ orphanage. So when Kyle said what he did, I pretty much lost it. â€œYou like me?â€
â€œYeah... is that a problem?â€
â€œUm, yeah. I canâ€™t stand you.â€ I said, coldly.
His face fell. â€œOh. Well, you can still come if you want. Company would be nice. But I understand if you donâ€™t wanna come.â€
â€œIâ€™ll think about it,â€ I replied, rinsing my sponge.
â€œAlright, fair enough.â€ He said, rinsing the last dish. â€œNeed some help?â€
â€œNo thanks,â€ I replied. â€œIâ€™m fine.â€
â€œAre you sure? Iâ€™m done and you-â€
I cut him off. â€œNo. Iâ€™m fine. Go...go do whatever you normally do.â€
Oh yeah. That's right. FTW.
1: Guess. I dare you. XD
2: Brandon/Sky are tied I think. Both of them are equally hilarious and awesome.
3: Timmy! The man's awesome and a very, very close 3rd. I like him better than Sky at times.
4. Nabu. He can be cool, but he really hasn't been there long enough for me to like him all that much
11. ...is running out of guys
15. Whatever's lower than bacteria
16. Keep going...
17. Almost there...
18. So close!
19. One more...
20. Helia. I think you get the gist...
I um...*Snaps fingers* I...no...no, that's not it...Oh! Uh...ooh, jeez. Uhhh...gosh... Well maybe....no...what if I...no...Okay, so there's Fang, and Riven...Fang or Riven...Fang or Riven...who to choose...umm....R-Riven?
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