KC at three

I just woke up from a . . . 10 hour nap from 10 this morning to 8pm. I only slept 2 hours last night because I spent most of it chugging caffeinated beverages and looking for a million dollars.
We went to our prescouted position in KC at 8pm yesterday and made it up there at one. We parked in a long term garage and trudged out to the park where the coin was supposed to be. Most of us were wearing two jackets. There were around a dozen searchers total, not counting the four of us.
We poked around the ice and frozen mud looking for this coin for about three hours when we decided to stop searching and start watching. We thought maybe they hadn't put it out yet. We got the car and parked near the park, keeping tabs on the other searchers. We were trying to figure out which ones were from Dr.Pepper (the company sponsoring this thing).
To make a long story short we didn't find the coin, but we found a golf ball, two pairs of muddy boots, a muddy jacket, a lonely glove, a pair of women's gloves, and a diet Dr. Pepper can.
We waited until six, still keeping tabs, so we could go to Union Station and use their bathrooms.
We drove back home and I slept a little then, bringing my grand total up to two hours instead of just one.
We got home and I got my crap in the house and went down stairs, falling asleep as soon as I hit the futon. CX
Now I feel like crap cause I slept all day, but it's LOST night! Yay.
Did you like my story? No one tells me anything.

--- I struggle for the words and then give up.

Pyrotechnics

The morning called to Pyro. He smiled and opened his eyes.
He looked up at the sky and counted the birds he saw. There were fourteen. Fourteen birds for fourteen years. He knew today was the day he would make a name for himself . . . well, he had a new name now, but he would perhaps make it known to the whole city. Pyro, once William, the boy with fire in his eyes, would show the whole place just how great his bloodline was. He would kill the greatest king the city had ever had.
He crept down the empty early morning alleys of the sleeping city called Road’s End. He slid down the side of one of the huge drainage ditches of the city carrying last night’s rainwater and trash alongside him as he walked down the trench. In the side of the trench there was a crack almost covered with clinging gray-green vines and moss.
Pyro pushed the vines aside and squeezed through a tight passageway into a wider tunnel with luminescent fungi growing in patches on the walls. The blue glow on his orange eyes made him look surreal creeping through the tunnel.
He emerged onto a thin strip of shore on the edge of a subterranean lake. The dark water shushed quietly on the silver sands. He walked along the shore leaving new footprints on the recently washed shore.
He paced around the curve of the dark beach, following the dark wall to a wider part of the shore. There was a pool of sunlight on the widest part and in the center, there was a ragged tent. Pyro waited outside it quietly.
“Who’s there?” came a voice from inside.
“Pyro. I need to speak with the thief called Rewin.” The boy cocked his head at the tent, his red hair falling over one eye.
The tent flap opened and a slim figure stepped out. He wore a coat that fell to his ankles and silver hair almost as long. His too flexible fingers hung at his side, strangely empty. He always had some small trinket or strange bauble that he played with constantly.
“You want to make your name as I have, huh? Come to learn the ways of the thief like so many others?” he asked the boy.
“No.” Pyro said. “I need you to get me some stuff.”
“A job?” the man’s thin lips spread in a smile that was too wide. “What will you pay me with, kid?”
“This.” Pyro pulled a small crystal ball from his pocket.
Rewin looked at the crystal reverently. “Where did you get this?”
“I found it.” Pyro pulled his hand back from the man’s stare. “And if you give me what I want you can have it.”
“What do you want?” Rewin looked up at him.
“I want explosives.” Pyro looked him in the eyes. “Enough to blow up the palace.”
"The palace?” Rewin’s face grew wary. “I can’t let you blow up the palace. King Tile―” Pyro put the ball back in his pocket and turned to go. “Wait!” Rewin cried. “Okay, okay, give me until tonight.”
“I want them by sundown.” Pyro said quietly.
“You remind me a little of him,” Rewin said. “Perhaps it is the way your mouth is set. The perfect shadow of that rebellious sneer he always wore.”
“Who?” Pyro pulled the crystal from his pocket. “Him?”
“My friend, my partner in crime, my mentor.” Rewin tugged on a lock of hair absentmindedly, his strange fingers twining around it like snakes. He held out a gray hand for the orb. “I want that first. I have to be sure it was his.”
“It is.” Pyro took a step back.
“If I wanted to, I could make you give it to me.” Rewin glared at the boy from behind his curtain of stray hair. “You know what blood runs in my veins. And I can call on the powers of those like me if I need to.”
Pyro held out the globe reluctantly. Rewin’s fingers snaked out and curled around the object. He held it close to his face staring into its depths. His eyes widened with surprise. “It is his,” he breathed.
“Yes. I want my explosives,” prompted the boy.
“As you said.” Rewin turned back to his tent, but didn’t go inside. His sharp nose and curved pointed ears were outlined with light. “I’ll meet you with the things tonight at my namesake. You know where.”
Pyro nodded and made his way back up the beach.
Rewin’s slender frame slid between the tent flaps and he sat where his comrade once sat, closing his eyes and remembering the last day they were together.

***

Pyro waited behind the ruined statue of the Mages. They had been great heroes of this city, but this place had been hit in the War of the Forest by one of the flame bombs and had never been restored. The whole city had always been a patchwork of magic and science, old and knew, wood and metal, but now it looked even stranger. The patches were there to replace what was burnt or blown to smithereens.
Rewin stepped around the statue and held a small box toward Pyro. “Here you are,” he said.
Pyro looked at it dubiously. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.” Rewin smiled. “Be careful. It’s delicate, but, as asked, it has power.”
“Really?” Pyro looked at the box with wonder.
“Yes, but Pyro, I think that trying to kill King Tile isn’t a good idea―”
“What do you know?” Pyro looked up at the thief. “You were the greatest in your day, but now you’re all washed up and it’s my turn. Only I’m not going to be a petty thief like you. I’m going to make a mark on this city, one that’s not easily erased by time or money. I’m going to kill King Tile for what he did to my father and grandfather.”
“Your father?” Rewin looked surprised.
“Yes. My father was the man who was supposed to be king. My father, Prince Horatio, was run out of this city by Tile and his cronies and driven into the forest in poverty and fear. Now I’ve come to get the ultimate revenge.” Pyro’s eyes lit up like flames as he spoke of his vengeance. “I will walk right up to him and tell him who I am right before I blow him and his precious palace to bits!”
Rewin let a smile spread across his face. “Tile and his cronies drove your noble father out of his rightful place, eh? What if I told you I was one of those cronies?”
“What?” Pyro stared up at him surprised.
“I worked with Tile to get rid of your father. I wondered when I'd hear about him again. I knew that was too easy.”
“Y-you?” Pyro stuttered. “You helped him!”
Rewin nodded. “And I think I’ll do it again.” He rushed Pyro and slammed his slender shoulder into the box. A loud crack sounded from inside. “I can’t let you destroy the best thing that’s ever happened to this city!”
“So you’ll destroy yourself?” Pyro snarled.
“It’s a better death than most!” Rewin cried as a fiery explosion bloomed from the box engulfing the pair.

What do you think? It's sort of a continuation of some of my other stories, but can you get it without knowing about that? Was it any good? Critique please.

---Higher place. Elevator, baby, elevator, baby, elevator, baby, elevator, baby. Levitate me!

NEVER!

Today I will post again. Sorry I've neglected all my loyal readers.

Ha!

I'm blogging about yesterday because today is Saturday and if I had class on Saturday I'd be hallucinating. Or maybe I'm hallucinating that I have classes Mondays through Fridays and I do have class on Saturday and Sunday, but I think I don't. Oooo . . .

PE: We wandered around and did nothing because they were setting up for 2nd hour assembly in there.

Geo: We went to a spirit assembly for homecoming. The basket ball team had to dress up in tinfoil, toilet paper and duct tape to look like homecoming queens. The homecoming candidates had to do some lame games and we did class cheers. 20-10! Mr.S was across the room when the did the faculty cheer. He doesn't care.

Eng: We finished reading an excerpt from The Joy Luck Club and answered questions. I've changed books for my book report again. I was reading And Then There Were None, but since all the characters are major I couldn't get into one of their heads enough to do a bunch of stuff about them in my report. I changed my book to Poison by Chris Wooding. I got it because I checked out The Haunting of Alazibel (that's not how you spell that) Cray again which I loved. This one's pretty good too so far. I just finished the first hundred pages last night and had to write a summary on them before I could move on.

Lunch: Evan and I aruged with Brady to get him to come to the Homecoming dance tonight. He wouldn't do it. I gave up but Evan kept trying to get Brady to go. He said he'd come to the game, but he wasn't staying for the dance, which meant I had to go to the game to see Brady. I hate going to games. XP

Advisory: I read some. I should've done my Geometery homework, but it's not due till Tuesday anyway. So ha. Oh, yeah, and I finished my cool confetti colored flower project yesterday morning! Yay!

Phys Sci: Um, we're into physics now and I like chemistry better. I don't think I'll be taking physics again unless there are no position vs. time or velocity vs. time graphs. I hate those.

Art: Right now we're working on an initial project. You draw your first and last initial in a design in the middle of the page and then you fill in the background. I wasted three days trying to draw out my initials because I kept screwing up and then I gave up and transfered the graphite from the original onto my paper leaving much space for background. I have no idea what I'm going to do. This won't be one of my better projects.

Am His: We're watching a movie on Teddy Roosevelt. It's boring. I know about Teddy Roosevelt, did a report on him in third grade.

Bio: We're working on energy transfer in the food chain. It's really great. XP

After school I went home and looked at the timer in the Hell Hole of Gorillaz Kong Studios, and I had seven hours to go. It was almost five so I thought midnight. I was wrong. The timer went off at eleven and I missed it. I have to wait for another 115 days, or 16. something weeks, or approximately 4.6 months for the timer to hit zero again. Fuzzmunchkins.
I got ready and showed up at the game looking for Brady or someone. Brady found me first and we sat and talked through half the game until Evan got there late, as usual. then I moved to the row in front of Evan and talked to him, periodically going to get people popcorn because I was "bored out of my tiny little mind." I talked to Bobby a little and Kyle and Tori, too. Oh, and Austin and Sam. The JV team won and the Varsity lost. HA!
I left the last game early because the dance was open in the other gym and I walked over there with Evan. Well, first we walked to Evan's dad's car then we rode over there because it was warmer. XD
The dance was really cool! They had this UFO over the door with lights and streamers on it and there were glowsticks everywhere. They were on the walls and there were blacklights and we had a real DJ (even if he could only play the top 40 on station 96.5). Evan payed for my ticket and I owe him $4.50. There was nobody there for the first part of the dance because the game was still on so people were flipping balloons at each other and playing balloon hacky sack and stuff. It was fun. I don't think that's how you spell hacky sack.
Then when people started showing up and the music got louder I started shaking it like a Poloriod picture. Yeah! Evan wanted to know if I could to the thick girl booty shake and I discovered I can. The lower you go the easier it is to do. I was dancing like a crazy person. "Dance like nobody's watching."--- Mark Twain That was me. XDXDXD
I danced with Kaurine, Katie, Evan, Sam, Austin, Mikayla, . . . um I'm sure there were more. I was a dancing with everybody! Kaurine was going around giving hugs to people she didn't know and Katie taught me how to box step.
I was kinda sad because Brady wasn't there, so I didn't have two dates. I didn't just want to go with Evan. It was all or nothing. But then Brady was there and it was all good. Angie made him go!
Mr. McMealy taught Brady and Evan how to do the western two step and they did that to every song, rap, rock, or country. I did the robot to almost every song and soon ran out of dances so I was doing the same things. I didn't care. It was fun. XD My feet and my abs hurt from shaking it like that for three hours.
They played White and Nerdy just before Brady got there. They played I Write Sins Not Tragedies and the whole gym sung along. It was great because on the words they 'shh!'ed everyone singing along sung them anyway. Sam and I really got into it and sung the "haven't you people ever heard of. . ." part in each other's faces every time. It was great.
That was the best dance I'd ever been to. I usually hate dances.
Maybe it's cause I danced this time.
I slow danced with Kaurine and Katie and whatshername. We talked to Mr. Mu-ckraker (this is Mr. McMealy's new name; pronounced Muh-cracker) a little. I was so tired at the end of it. And Evan almost left his phone with me. If Brady hadn't seen him in that van I would still have his phone.

Now I'm blogging, wasting time until Brady calls to arrange when we're going to go to his house. XD I'm going to hang out there later today and I'll blog about that tomorrow. The little doggy is kinda cute. I need to take a shower and brush my teef or summin. My breath is gross.
Thought I'd share that with you.

--- What a beautiful wedding said the bridesmaid to the waiter. Oh, yes but what a shame, what a shame the poor grooms bride is a shh.