“Why, sometimes I believe in as many as six impossibe things before breakfast.”
-Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
It took a moment for Star to regroup after she saved her giant bowl of Lucky Charms and accidentially knocked down her domino train. That noise… what the heck was that? It rang again, paused, rang again, more furiously this time. Oh. The phone.
She picked it up, and was greeted by a familiar voice on the other end. It spoke first.
“Hey. Uh, do you mind, uh, going down to the airport?”
“Er, yeah–” Here, a different voice shouted in the backround.
“Because we’re gonna BE there in like an HOUR!”
Crazy again. “Wellyeahso…”
Star sighed, slowly, and looked at the clock. “A… an hour? Dude-” She yawned- “-it’s two in the morning.”
“It is? Oh. Yeah, I guess it is. Running on chocolatecovered expressobeans right now. But yeahthanks and bye!” CrazyChick hung up.
Star looked at the clock again, said a word that made her thankfull she was alone, and went out to the shed where the electric scooter was. It then occoured to her that she probably should have asked why on earth they wanted to meet her at the airport at three in the morning. But she pushed the thought aside and tied the wagon to the other wagon to the scooter, said a silent prayer that she would stay awake, and started down the mountain.
The plane touched down at three in the morning exactly. Ckat snagged another bag of expresso beans and draged herself off of the plane and onto the solid earth again. Falcon came next, CC next, and Short, holding ‘The Blip’ by his wrists, trailed behind.
It wasn’t long before Star was pulling into the parking lot. The girls hopped into the wagons, handing the extra bag of chocolate-covered caffeine to the driver, but The Blip reacted otherwise. It was, in fact, the first bit of emotion he had shown.
“How do we plan on going anywhere?” All five girls turned to look at him in the dim lighting of the parking lot.
“What… what do you mean?” yawned Short.
“He means,” snapped Falcon, “That we need to find some better mode of transportation than our… our… scooter thingy.” The group stared hard at The Blip, summing up the situation. Three in the morning, driving down the highway in wagons tied to a scooter driven by a very sleepy driver. Hmm.
Star broke the quiet. “Look, it’s three in the morning, and I just drove a scooter up a highway for an hour. Call a cab.”
In spite of it all, they took her suggestion.
Crazychick awoke at precisely 8:52 the next morning, cursing silently to herself. Something important happened yesterday and if it had anything to do with her horrible headache she’d–
The kid. They found a kid.
Questions raced through her mind as she pulled in her favorite tee and grappled for her toothbrush. Who was this guy? Where did he sleep? Was he up by now? Was anybody up by now? Was this toothpaste always vanilla flavored or was that a recent observation?
She half staggered, half walked, and half danced into the living room (because that’s how fractions work when you first awake) sort of expecting to see some urchin wrapped up in one for their spare blankets.
But no. There he was, sitting all pretty and upright on the couch like some sort of– “Woah!” Crazy slapped her hand over her mouth. They say you’re not responsible for your actions until seven seconds after you wake up, and that’s gotta be more the morning after you drive your scooter/wagon abomination to the airport and back… Right? Oh yeah, they took a taxi.
Well, it was too late regardless. He was looking right at her now, expressionless besides the overlaying tiredness that seemed to have settled upon the house. He was dressed in a fine suit, and an attitude to match. You don’t wear attitudes, chirped a little voice n the back of her mind. Whatever. “May I help you?” His voice was cooler than Crazychick felt, all relaxed and… calm. Dude, we just ‘arrested’ you and took you to some shack in the woods and you’re not freaking out? Crazychick sort of smiled back at him. He’s either a lunatic or insane, she thought to herself, not really paying attention to her word choice.
Well… What is this, half a page? It deserved an update though o3o My writing has changed dramaticly from when I started… I dunno I think this update is kind or ridiculous. And all the people in this left FG XP Any questions?