OMG OMG OMFG Abii put Bryan as her siggy!
It's just like blue cap but CUTER!
Anyways . . .
Check it here too, I think:
http://forum.b5online.com/viewtopic.php?p=3971852#3971852
Okay, Chapter 2.
Patrick’s View:When I walk into school, I remember why my life is such a party.
Every day is a new joke, and whatever happened ‘yesterday’ is an old story. ‘Yesterday’ doesn’t exist. Tomorrow is a clean slate, again and again.
What’s my motto again? Something like – ‘Today is yesterday’s tomorrow, and tomorrow is yesterday for the day after . . . so whatever life has to throw at me - bring it!’
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I walked into Dustin’s bedroom without knocking, and found that he was in there with Kelly already.
Patrick: You’re having a private party? Without
me? How could you?
Dustin: How could I? It was quite easy. I just remembered all the times you –
Patrick: Stop right there.
Kelly snorted.
Patrick: (sitting down) So, what’s the word?
Dustin: Leave.
Patrick: Ha ha. Now really, what the word?
Kelly: Pat. Get gone.
Patrick: (cussing) fine.
But I only made it to outside the door. Then I waited . . . and listened.
Kelly: So . . . is Darren for real?
Dustin: I think so. You should’ve seen the state of his room. I was like, whaaa . . . ?!
Kelly: You know what I told you before? About Crystal?
Dustin: You told her. That’s fine – but did you
show her?
Silence.
Dustin: (loudly) Why the hell –
Kelly: I didn’t think, okay? I –
Dustin: What if the MCU come after us? God dammit -
Someone rang the doorbell, and both Dustin and Kelly groaned.
Dustin and Kelly: Bryan! Get the door!
Bryan: (in his room, his voice muffled,) No! I always get the door!
Dustin: Carnell! Get the door!
Carnell didn’t answer. Probably sleeping. And then, I winced as I realised what was gonna happen –
Dustin and Kelly: PATRICK! GET THE DOOR!
Cussing again, I got the door. The only reason why I gave in so quickly is because our doorbell is SO ANNOYING.
Patrick: Hey Mel! ‘Sup?
Melody: (blushing) not much. You?
Patrick: (shrugging) eh.
We laughed.
Melody was an ex of kelly’s, but she still had his back when he landed in deep ish for the millionth time. Yeah, she was . . . cute.
Melody: (sighing) is he on that stupid music-making software again?
Patrick: (laughing) Nope. He’s with Dustin, for once.
Melody: Oh . . . I’ll come back later then.
Patrick; (quickly) No, come in! We’re having dinner soon, you might as well stay. Just chill. (grinning) We can talk until they stop talking.
Melody smiled, sitting down.
Patrick: Anyway, Dustin’s gotta baby-sit while we go to Darren’s.
Melody: Hey . . . is it true that Darren’s got . . . you know . . .
Patrick: Apparently, yeah. But if he keeps showing ‘em off like that, he’s gonna get nabbed by the MCU.
Melody: MCU?
Patrick: You know . . . Mutant Control Unit. They take people with powers to some facility where they can make sure they’re not dangerous. Problem is –
Melody: Practically none of them come back.
We sat in silence for a long time after that.
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Atlanta’s View:Selene: You getting up?
Atlanta: No.
Selene (sighing) You gotta go to school, Lil’ A.
Atlanta: I’m not little, and I’m not going.
Selene: . . . are you . . . being bullied? Girl problems? Is it a guy?
Atlanta: If you know me at all, you wouldn’t have to ask that. I can deal with those kinda problems on my own.
Pause.
Selene: Is it about -
Atlanta: I WILL NOT talk about my sisters. They’re probably dead, okay? I last saw them when I was, like, five years old or something, for Gods sake –
Selene gave me a hug. I wasn’t crying. I don’t cry. But I was upset. Selene was my Aunt. She was the only person I had left. My other Aunt, Sasha, I don’t know what happened to her. My Mom, Sholi . . . my sisters, Armani and Ariel . . . my cousin Alexander . . .
Atlanta: Our family’s fallen apart.
Selene wiped a tear from her face, and left the room.
I didn’t answer Selene’s question. It was about my sisters. And Dustin Breeding. I was NOT goin’ to school to face Dustin. Ever again. I didn't know why it mattered to me so much that I didn't make a fool of myself in front of him.
After wondering what I was gonna do with so much free time, I tried doing random stuff, SUPERPOWER stuff, like trying to lift the newspaper n the porch with my mind, but I don’t know what my power actually IS, if I have one. My neighbour, Lola Hadhari, saw me through the window and smiled, but probably thought I was constipated. I mean, how do you go about finding out if you’ve got superpowers, huh?!
Then I remembered – isn’t everyone going to Darren’s later? I had a thought.
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Atlanta: What’ca doin?
Darren looked surprised to see me. In fact, he didn’t just look, he blatantly checked me out. I swear, this guy is an idiot. AND he's younger than me.
Atlanta: Darren. It’s me. Atlanta. So quit with the eyes.
Darren: Crystal’s friend? (sly grin) Oh hey. D-Chill doesn’t start for another three hours, (grins) but if you want, we could -
Atlanta: (rolls eyes) I’m not here for D-Chill.
I love how this guy always gets straight to the point. He doesn’t deal with crap, just like me. But usually ‘the point’ is pretty stupid.
And D-Chill . . . it a term everyone uses for whenever Darren’s having a party, or meeting, or get-together, basically just an event that Darren’s hosts. I don’t know when everyone started using it. Some D-Chill’s are open to everyone, others are exclusive, you know, select, private – invitation only.
The D-Chill tonight is about his ‘powers', and it’s exclusive. He’s got he’s own gang, you know. They’re all as dumb as him.
Atlanta: Shouldn’t you be sitting in a office out of The Godfather controlling the backstreets of Atlanta?
Darren grinned.
Darren: Nice one.
Atlanta.
Atlanta: Why, thank you. Do me a favour – tell me. Do you really have powers, or are you spreading bullshiit?
Darren smirked for a moment, regaining his cool, and folded his arms in the most menacing way possible. Then, I swear to God, static started flicking off his body, like . . . I can’t even explain! It was blue electricity, cracking in this really weird way.
Atlanta: (grins) Nice one.
Darren: Why thank you. (raises an eyebrow) you coming later?
Atlanta: No, I’m busy. But, (hesitates) is Dustin Breeding coming?
Darren: No. He’s babysitting.
Atlanta:
Babysitting?!-----
I knocked on my neighbour’s door. I couldn’t believe I was making up a stupid excuse just to see him. I wanted to ask what he meant the other day. God, I should just say, ‘Dustin, I love you.’
Faye Hadhari opened. She was about ten, a small and scrawny kid. She was Lola’s sister, and Lola was another story completely.
Faye: Hey Atty.
Atlanta: Hey kid. uh, my Aunt Selene wants to, uh –
Faye: Lola said to invite you in when you came. (stepping aside) come in. Parents are out, babysitters in the kitchen.
I stepped inside. I’d been her before, and I loved it. Everything was full of life, pure, bright, it was totally awesome. The Hadhari’s were an amazing family.
Male voice: Faye! Get back here and eat your peas!
Faye groaned, and I followed her into the kitchen, only for my heart to jump when I saw Dustin. I tried to act cool.
Atlanta: What the hell are you doing here?
Dustin: (waving hand vaguely) I’m the babysitter.
I stared laughing. Hearing it from him made it so much funnier, and I couldn’t stop. Dustin frowned.
Atlanta: You just wanna skip out on D-Chill!
Dustin: (folding arms) No! Actually, I’m saving for a car.
Atlanta: (chuckling) Faye, eat your peas.
Faye: No. I don’t like peas.
Atlanta: (suspiciously) Have you tried them before?
Pause.
Faye: (admittedly) No.
Atlanta: So try them.
Faye: No . . . I don’t like them. They look like . . . little brains.
Atlanta: Fine. They’re little chunks of green brain. You want ‘em now?
Faye: I don’t like brains.
Atlanta: (ignoring Dustin crack up laughing) They’re childrens brains, young and healthy. You want ‘em now?
Faye: I don’t like them.
Atlanta: (leaning forward threateningly) They’re from children who refuse to eat their food. You want ‘em now?
Faye: (worriedly) You’re gonna cut my brain out if I don’t eat it?
She clutches her head, alarmed. I tried to ignore Dustin kill himself with laughter, although I couldn’t help sneak in a glance at his adorable dimples.
Atlanta: (sighing) They’re not brains. They’re peas. You want ‘em now?
Faye: But you said –
Atlanta: Just eat ‘em!
Faye slowly picked up her spoon, and ate some.
Atlanta: Good boy.
Faye: I’m a girl.
Atlanta: I was talking to the brain.
Dustin was laughing so hard, he had to leave the room. Faye looked horrified, then saw my grin and frowned at the joke.
Atlanta: See? They’re not so bad, are they?
Faye: No . . .
Then she did something I’ve never seen this little girl do. She smiled.
Dustin: (grinning) Just out of interest - what else to you say to that kid?
Atlanta: That the tooth fairy teaches children you can sell your body parts for money.
Yeah.