In 2012, the earth is supposed to basically die. It's kinda nice knowing about that. Not.
I seriously don't believe in that stuff. But if you knew that your last day was coming- if you knew the exact second that you would die- what would you do?
Would to fall on your knees and pray or spend the days partying? Would you wander about on the streets or shut yourself up in an underground 'sanctuary'? Would you go on a diet, determined to lose those stubborn pounds, or eat all the junk that you could get your hands on?
Would you go around trying to convince people that this was just like what happened with the dinosaurs, to make way for other life? Would you sob your heart out at the prospect of dying? If you owned a pizza place, would you stop business or keep going to feed people when every other restaurant shut down? What would you do if you were in the government?
It should happen in 2012. Just FYI.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Alleyways
THIS IS NOT PART OF MY BLACK SUN/WASTELAND SERIES!!!!! It is its own little story!!!
Isabel peered out of the shadows in the alleyway. Someone was coming. She could tell by the footsteps that it wasn't a member of the Gold Serpent, or GS, gang. A cop? A guard?
As the mysterious footsteps came closer, Isabel realized that it was a person from a gang- but not the GS. How dare they come here! This was the GS part of town, and anyone else who came here was under Katherine's rule. Or, if Katherine was somewhere else, Sam's rule. They had to ask permission.
Isabel caught sight of the intruder. He was tall, maybe six-two, with crazy light brown hair and a dirty, tattered jacket. The emblem for the Poison Viper gang was clearly visible. Isabel clenched her teeth. This boy was not alone, either. From either side of him emerged two other people, a girl and another boy. Both had blond hair and looked like siblings.
"Is there anyone around here?" the tall boy asked.
"Nope," the girl answered. "Nobody tracking us, nobody ahead, either. Let's move."
Isabel's fingers tightened around her weapon- a flashlight. There was a bulge under the blond-haired boy's slightly cleaner jacket. It looked like a gun. A gun! They were violating the peace treaty just by being here. If they brought a gun, they might as well declare war.
So, since they had a gun- maybe two- the flashlight was useless. Could she run and warn Katherine before they reached the main camp? She was fast, and if she took the back way in, she might be able to make it.
Not the back way, she reminded herself. That was loaded with cops. The shortcut was risky- it went right along the bordering highway, and she might be seen if she wasn't careful. But she had no choice.
Five minutes later, she was running along the top of the old Wal*Mart, trying desperately to build up speed. In one flying leap she cleared the eight-foot gap between the Wal*Mart and the coffee shop, which would have been a lot lower if the previous owner hadn't built an apartment on top.
Finally she stopped, gasping for breath, at the hideout. Without pausing she burst inside.
"They're coming!" she gasped to Katherine. "The Vipers! They're coming!"
Isabel peered out of the shadows in the alleyway. Someone was coming. She could tell by the footsteps that it wasn't a member of the Gold Serpent, or GS, gang. A cop? A guard?
As the mysterious footsteps came closer, Isabel realized that it was a person from a gang- but not the GS. How dare they come here! This was the GS part of town, and anyone else who came here was under Katherine's rule. Or, if Katherine was somewhere else, Sam's rule. They had to ask permission.
Isabel caught sight of the intruder. He was tall, maybe six-two, with crazy light brown hair and a dirty, tattered jacket. The emblem for the Poison Viper gang was clearly visible. Isabel clenched her teeth. This boy was not alone, either. From either side of him emerged two other people, a girl and another boy. Both had blond hair and looked like siblings.
"Is there anyone around here?" the tall boy asked.
"Nope," the girl answered. "Nobody tracking us, nobody ahead, either. Let's move."
Isabel's fingers tightened around her weapon- a flashlight. There was a bulge under the blond-haired boy's slightly cleaner jacket. It looked like a gun. A gun! They were violating the peace treaty just by being here. If they brought a gun, they might as well declare war.
So, since they had a gun- maybe two- the flashlight was useless. Could she run and warn Katherine before they reached the main camp? She was fast, and if she took the back way in, she might be able to make it.
Not the back way, she reminded herself. That was loaded with cops. The shortcut was risky- it went right along the bordering highway, and she might be seen if she wasn't careful. But she had no choice.
Five minutes later, she was running along the top of the old Wal*Mart, trying desperately to build up speed. In one flying leap she cleared the eight-foot gap between the Wal*Mart and the coffee shop, which would have been a lot lower if the previous owner hadn't built an apartment on top.
Finally she stopped, gasping for breath, at the hideout. Without pausing she burst inside.
"They're coming!" she gasped to Katherine. "The Vipers! They're coming!"
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Rough Silk
Another day. Another seemingly endless day of trekking through the wilderness, looking for anything that might possibly mean food or shelter. Looking for a town. Traveling miles and miles before collapsing onto holey blankets with rocks serving as our pillows.
That really made me want to smack those nutty people who say things like, "Save it for a rainy day" and "Life's full of wonderful things." I wanted to shout in their faces, "My mom's dead, I'm practically starving to death, and I've got nowhere to go! I'm only fourteen! Face it! It's pouring!"
I grimaced and raised my foot. As it came down, the rock beneath it gave way. I slipped and skidded all the way back down the hill. As I looked up at Vanessa and Melissa's surprised and concerned faces, I realized how steep the hill really was. More like a mountain. And I had to climb all the way back up.
Well, crap.
Fire scrambled down to my side. I smiled at him. He was really an incredibly cute dog, his eyes a liquid brown and his face taking on such an innocent quality that it made him seem almost human. I hiked up to where the kids were waiting and we resumed our walk.
When the sun was about halfway up in the sky, we reached the top of the treacherous hill. I sucked in my breath as I surveyed the landscape below.
I could see a town, with small dots that I assumed were people moving slowly around. I mentally slapped myself for not buying binoculars.
We literally slid down the hill and raced each other to the entrance. "Last one in's a mutated ant!" Melissa called. I grinned, knowing that it was supposed to be "rotten egg", not "mutated ant". But it fit.
"My feet are sore," Vanessa puffed.
"I'm hungry," Melissa complained.
"Suck it up," I teased.
Fire barked and won the race.
That really made me want to smack those nutty people who say things like, "Save it for a rainy day" and "Life's full of wonderful things." I wanted to shout in their faces, "My mom's dead, I'm practically starving to death, and I've got nowhere to go! I'm only fourteen! Face it! It's pouring!"
I grimaced and raised my foot. As it came down, the rock beneath it gave way. I slipped and skidded all the way back down the hill. As I looked up at Vanessa and Melissa's surprised and concerned faces, I realized how steep the hill really was. More like a mountain. And I had to climb all the way back up.
Well, crap.
Fire scrambled down to my side. I smiled at him. He was really an incredibly cute dog, his eyes a liquid brown and his face taking on such an innocent quality that it made him seem almost human. I hiked up to where the kids were waiting and we resumed our walk.
When the sun was about halfway up in the sky, we reached the top of the treacherous hill. I sucked in my breath as I surveyed the landscape below.
I could see a town, with small dots that I assumed were people moving slowly around. I mentally slapped myself for not buying binoculars.
We literally slid down the hill and raced each other to the entrance. "Last one in's a mutated ant!" Melissa called. I grinned, knowing that it was supposed to be "rotten egg", not "mutated ant". But it fit.
"My feet are sore," Vanessa puffed.
"I'm hungry," Melissa complained.
"Suck it up," I teased.
Fire barked and won the race.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Love
Here's another free verse. The reading EOGs are tomorrow, so I guess that I'd try again... maybe about something better, though.
Love.
You always feel it.
It lives in you, turning all of the wrong things right
And all the good things better.
It warms you from the ends of your hair to the bottoms of your toes.
Everybody has loved something.
Nobody hates everything.
This one is a little bit shorter- still, I like it. Kind of like the fear one better, though... just 'cause.
Love.
You always feel it.
It lives in you, turning all of the wrong things right
And all the good things better.
It warms you from the ends of your hair to the bottoms of your toes.
Everybody has loved something.
Nobody hates everything.
This one is a little bit shorter- still, I like it. Kind of like the fear one better, though... just 'cause.
Fear
I'm trying to write some free verse poetry. (key word: trying) Hope you enjoy!
Fear.
It lives. It breathes.
It is a thrashing animal,
Hungry to escape,
Thirsting to consume.
It is always there, in some dark place
Inside of you.
It never lets go, it never leaves.
You may not know that it's there.
You may not feel its cold grip on your heart, your soul.
Sometimes
it
jumps
out.
You scream. You leap through the air.
And then it retreats to that dark place from which it came.
The only way to escape it
The only way to keep it from escaping
Is in the luxury
And fantasy of sleep.
Yeah, I know that it's a little... well, different, to say the least. :P
Fear.
It lives. It breathes.
It is a thrashing animal,
Hungry to escape,
Thirsting to consume.
It is always there, in some dark place
Inside of you.
It never lets go, it never leaves.
You may not know that it's there.
You may not feel its cold grip on your heart, your soul.
Sometimes
it
jumps
out.
You scream. You leap through the air.
And then it retreats to that dark place from which it came.
The only way to escape it
The only way to keep it from escaping
Is in the luxury
And fantasy of sleep.
Yeah, I know that it's a little... well, different, to say the least. :P
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Hot Ice
"We weren't born in a Vault," Vanessa began. "In fact, we didn't live in a Vault until I was six. Four years ago. We never knew our parents. Well, at least, we didn't know that Dr. Sumart was really our dad until a year after he was dead."
"That sucked big time," Melissa added.
"Anyways, we weren't on our own. Mrs. Amy took care of us. She was so nice. She had a dog called Venus, and when Venus had puppies, she gave one to us. We wanted to call Fire Jupiter at first. We tried to train him to come to his name, but he just wouldn't respond.
"So one day, after two months of unsuccessful training, some lightning lit a brush fire. That happened all of the time, you know, but it just so happened that it was only about a hundred yards away from where Fire was sleeping. The dog can sleep through anything- a hurricane, people screaming as a meteor streaked toward them, seagulls, absolute quiet- as soon as he hit the ground, he was out. So we ran toward him, screaming 'Jupiter, Jupiter!' and he just lays there. Then I scream, "Jupiter, there's a FIRE!"
"And then I say, 'Fire! Fire!' and he comes running. We don't know why he responds to Fire, but he does. Later we changed it to Firecracker, after he ran toward a firecracker spitting sparks and caught his tail on fire." Satisfied, Melissa finished the story.
"That's cool," I said, reaching over to stroke Fire's ears. "But how did you get him into a Vault?"
"Well, the Vault didn't have an Overseer," Vanessa explained.
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I thought that a Vault had to have an Overseer. Who was in charge?"
"No one. We all helped each other. We all shared two ovens, and eight tables, and pots and pans. Mrs. Amy always said, 'Why do eight women need eight stoves?' There weren't many people living there, anyways."
My brain spun. A dog that responded to something he'd never heard before? A Vault without and Overseer? What was next?
"That sucked big time," Melissa added.
"Anyways, we weren't on our own. Mrs. Amy took care of us. She was so nice. She had a dog called Venus, and when Venus had puppies, she gave one to us. We wanted to call Fire Jupiter at first. We tried to train him to come to his name, but he just wouldn't respond.
"So one day, after two months of unsuccessful training, some lightning lit a brush fire. That happened all of the time, you know, but it just so happened that it was only about a hundred yards away from where Fire was sleeping. The dog can sleep through anything- a hurricane, people screaming as a meteor streaked toward them, seagulls, absolute quiet- as soon as he hit the ground, he was out. So we ran toward him, screaming 'Jupiter, Jupiter!' and he just lays there. Then I scream, "Jupiter, there's a FIRE!"
"And then I say, 'Fire! Fire!' and he comes running. We don't know why he responds to Fire, but he does. Later we changed it to Firecracker, after he ran toward a firecracker spitting sparks and caught his tail on fire." Satisfied, Melissa finished the story.
"That's cool," I said, reaching over to stroke Fire's ears. "But how did you get him into a Vault?"
"Well, the Vault didn't have an Overseer," Vanessa explained.
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I thought that a Vault had to have an Overseer. Who was in charge?"
"No one. We all helped each other. We all shared two ovens, and eight tables, and pots and pans. Mrs. Amy always said, 'Why do eight women need eight stoves?' There weren't many people living there, anyways."
My brain spun. A dog that responded to something he'd never heard before? A Vault without and Overseer? What was next?
Sunday, May 17, 2009
100 things to do before I die (or more like 1,000,000) #3
Here's another list... enjoy!
1) Learn all there is to know about wolves. What can I say? Wolves fascinate me. They're so mysterious and... well, awesome. Especially the pack leaders. I've read a lot of books about wolves, and they're my 2nd favorite animal. :)
2) Get an iPhone. Actually, I'd like to do this before I'm twenty (to parents: hint! hint!) because sooner or later they'll be giving them out in Happy Meals at McDonald's. And then we'll say, "You had to actually PAY for these things when I was little! And then whoever we're talking to will say, "Gosh you're old!"
3) See someone win a Darwin award. I have a book about those people, and let's just say that I still laugh so hard I fall on the floor when I read them.
4) Go to the top floor on the Empire State Building. Does that thing have 80 floors or something? Anyways, it's so cool.
5) Hike the Appalachian Trail. FYI (to some of you, anyways), it's pronounced App-a-la-chin, not App-a-lae-chin.
6) Read the last book in Twilight. My brother can't find it, my mom can't find it, I can't find it, my dad can't find it, and you have to be in sixth grade to check it out in the library. Ugh!
7) Dissect something. My mom says that I'll do this in college. In fourth grade we dissected owl pellets, but owl pellets aren't alive, so they don't count.
I don't feel like doing 10 today. Maybe sometime later. ;)
1) Learn all there is to know about wolves. What can I say? Wolves fascinate me. They're so mysterious and... well, awesome. Especially the pack leaders. I've read a lot of books about wolves, and they're my 2nd favorite animal. :)
2) Get an iPhone. Actually, I'd like to do this before I'm twenty (to parents: hint! hint!) because sooner or later they'll be giving them out in Happy Meals at McDonald's. And then we'll say, "You had to actually PAY for these things when I was little! And then whoever we're talking to will say, "Gosh you're old!"
3) See someone win a Darwin award. I have a book about those people, and let's just say that I still laugh so hard I fall on the floor when I read them.
4) Go to the top floor on the Empire State Building. Does that thing have 80 floors or something? Anyways, it's so cool.
5) Hike the Appalachian Trail. FYI (to some of you, anyways), it's pronounced App-a-la-chin, not App-a-lae-chin.
6) Read the last book in Twilight. My brother can't find it, my mom can't find it, I can't find it, my dad can't find it, and you have to be in sixth grade to check it out in the library. Ugh!
7) Dissect something. My mom says that I'll do this in college. In fourth grade we dissected owl pellets, but owl pellets aren't alive, so they don't count.
I don't feel like doing 10 today. Maybe sometime later. ;)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Golden Rose
The sun was rising.
Since I'd left the Vault, every little thing was so amazing. Sunrises and sunsets were so much more special to me than to most other people- people who'd been living in this place for their entire lives, or most of it, anyways.
It was our second day of traveling east. Vanessa and Melissa were tired by the continuous 'hike', as they put it. Fire didn't seem to mind- after all, he had been living on his own when Vanessa and Melissa found him. We had stopped because Melissa had tripped over a rock and ripped her already slightly shredded sneakers in half. I mentally smacked myself for not getting her hiking boots.
I tore my gaze away from the sun and concentrated on the shoes in my hands. Though the left one was hanging together by threads, the right one only had minute tears in it, if you didn't count the toe of it hanging off. I rummaged around in my backpack and found some packaging tape, a needle, and a tiny spool of dark green thread. I had never learned how to sew. It took me about five minutes to even thread the needle. I tried sticking it into the worn material. It worked. I added some messy, lopsided stitches to the shoe and reinforced my work with the tape.
After fixing the other shoe, I handed them back to Melissa, woke Fire, and started off.
"Hey, Nicole," Vanessa said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You wanna know why Firecracker's named Firecracker?" she asked.
I turned to look at the dog loping at my side, and then at Vanessa's mischievous grin. "Okay," I said, giving in. "Tell me."
Since I'd left the Vault, every little thing was so amazing. Sunrises and sunsets were so much more special to me than to most other people- people who'd been living in this place for their entire lives, or most of it, anyways.
It was our second day of traveling east. Vanessa and Melissa were tired by the continuous 'hike', as they put it. Fire didn't seem to mind- after all, he had been living on his own when Vanessa and Melissa found him. We had stopped because Melissa had tripped over a rock and ripped her already slightly shredded sneakers in half. I mentally smacked myself for not getting her hiking boots.
I tore my gaze away from the sun and concentrated on the shoes in my hands. Though the left one was hanging together by threads, the right one only had minute tears in it, if you didn't count the toe of it hanging off. I rummaged around in my backpack and found some packaging tape, a needle, and a tiny spool of dark green thread. I had never learned how to sew. It took me about five minutes to even thread the needle. I tried sticking it into the worn material. It worked. I added some messy, lopsided stitches to the shoe and reinforced my work with the tape.
After fixing the other shoe, I handed them back to Melissa, woke Fire, and started off.
"Hey, Nicole," Vanessa said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You wanna know why Firecracker's named Firecracker?" she asked.
I turned to look at the dog loping at my side, and then at Vanessa's mischievous grin. "Okay," I said, giving in. "Tell me."
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Silver Flame
One of the remarkable things about life is that it's never so bad that it can't get worse.
I grabbed the shotgun. Why was I carrying a shotgun, you may be asking? Because I couldn't just walk into Food Lion and buy groceries. Also, there were things like the ants that had been mutated by the radiation.
Fire was a brave dog, but there were at least six or seven humongous ants rushing down the hill after him. I ordered the kids to stay behind me and turned to face the ants. The tide of ants was coming fast... way too fast...
There was barely time to shoot, but I managed to dispose of about half of them. One of the remaining ones jumped up onto my leg and bit. I felt an unbelievable searing pain from the bite and collapsed. The last thing I saw was Vanessa grabbing the shotgun out of my hands. Then everything went black.
I regained consciousness a little at a time. When I'd been in the hospital at Yashiville, a town, I had been asleep and then awake in a blink of an eye. Now, I could hear Vanessa and Melissa before I could see them. Slowly the blackness slid away and I opened my eyes and sat up. The pain in my leg wasn't as bad as before. Glancing down, I saw that Vanessa had bandaged it.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem."
I looked around and saw that all of the ants were dead. Fire was sleeping on his back, his paws waving in the air as he dreamed of chasing something. Or maybe being chased by something.
I stood up, wincing as I put weight on my leg. I sat back down and undid the bandage. It wasn't as bad as I thought. It had already stopped bleeding.
"Nicole?" Melissa asked. "I'm kinda hungry."
"Me, too," Vanessa added. "Can we, uh, can we eat the ants?"
"I have no idea. Might as well try." I dragged a huge, disgusting body closer to us and started a fire with the matches I had also bought at Yashiville. A few minutes later we were eating ant. Tough as leather, but not as tasty. I forced myself to smile another burnt mouthful. At least they weren't fire ants. Fire ants literally breathed fire. I'd encountered them once before. The day that Mom died. Suffix to say, I have a huge grudge on ants.
I stood up, faced the east, and squared my shoulders. We had to keep moving. I turned back to smile at the kids before setting off. They followed me. Fire followed them.
It was kind of like a video game, ya know?
I grabbed the shotgun. Why was I carrying a shotgun, you may be asking? Because I couldn't just walk into Food Lion and buy groceries. Also, there were things like the ants that had been mutated by the radiation.
Fire was a brave dog, but there were at least six or seven humongous ants rushing down the hill after him. I ordered the kids to stay behind me and turned to face the ants. The tide of ants was coming fast... way too fast...
There was barely time to shoot, but I managed to dispose of about half of them. One of the remaining ones jumped up onto my leg and bit. I felt an unbelievable searing pain from the bite and collapsed. The last thing I saw was Vanessa grabbing the shotgun out of my hands. Then everything went black.
I regained consciousness a little at a time. When I'd been in the hospital at Yashiville, a town, I had been asleep and then awake in a blink of an eye. Now, I could hear Vanessa and Melissa before I could see them. Slowly the blackness slid away and I opened my eyes and sat up. The pain in my leg wasn't as bad as before. Glancing down, I saw that Vanessa had bandaged it.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem."
I looked around and saw that all of the ants were dead. Fire was sleeping on his back, his paws waving in the air as he dreamed of chasing something. Or maybe being chased by something.
I stood up, wincing as I put weight on my leg. I sat back down and undid the bandage. It wasn't as bad as I thought. It had already stopped bleeding.
"Nicole?" Melissa asked. "I'm kinda hungry."
"Me, too," Vanessa added. "Can we, uh, can we eat the ants?"
"I have no idea. Might as well try." I dragged a huge, disgusting body closer to us and started a fire with the matches I had also bought at Yashiville. A few minutes later we were eating ant. Tough as leather, but not as tasty. I forced myself to smile another burnt mouthful. At least they weren't fire ants. Fire ants literally breathed fire. I'd encountered them once before. The day that Mom died. Suffix to say, I have a huge grudge on ants.
I stood up, faced the east, and squared my shoulders. We had to keep moving. I turned back to smile at the kids before setting off. They followed me. Fire followed them.
It was kind of like a video game, ya know?
Black Sun
My brother plays this X-box 360 game called Fallout 3. It's about some people who launched a nuke or something and now the country is in ruins and you walk around doing quests for a crazy lady and blowing things up while catchy 50's music plays in the background. So here goes my story about a girl named Nicole who escapes her Vault (humans escaped into these underground Vaults) and meets two sisters, eight-year-old Melissa and ten-year-old Vanessa. Enjoy!
I looked helplessly at the broken water purifier in my hand. Broken.
Just like my heart.
I sighed. It wouldn't do any good to remember Mom. After all, she was dead. Some things are best left behind. Mom used to say, "Worry about tomorrow tomorrow." Well, today I had the problem of the broken water purifier.
Broken water purifiers are pretty easy to fix. I took it apart, attached the spare filter, and put it back together again. It worked like a charm. But I didn't feel proud of myself. I didn't seem to have any emotion anymore. Except with those cute little sisters, Vanessa and Melissa.
I'm fourteen. About two hundred years ago, some stupid people launched missiles at each other. For fun. Or something like that. So everybody went into Vaults. Great-Grandma had Grandma, who had Mom, who had me. I was born outside the Vault. Pretty scary, huh? Mom snuck out. When I was twelve, I left the Vault to look for Mom. At least, that's what everyone says. But the truth is, I was kicked out because Mom left. When I was thirteen I met Vanessa, Melissa, and Firecracker, their dog. Then Mom died, not long after I turned fourteen- only about three months ago.
Put the past behind you and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.
"You do that really fast," Vanessa said from behind, startling me.
"What?"
"Take the WP apart, fix it, and put it back together. You do it really fast," Melissa explained. Vanessa nodded. "And then you just put it aside like you've go better things to do. It's so awesome! I want to be just like you in four years."
No, you don't, I thought. I felt like saying it. But instead I told them, "I've had a lot of practice. I used to spend hours taking these things apart. Where's Fire?"
"Chasing something, as usual," Melissa replied. "Here he comes."
I watched Fire run over the hill. It took me a minute to see that he was being chased by ants that were bigger them he was.
Oh, ****, I thought.
I looked helplessly at the broken water purifier in my hand. Broken.
Just like my heart.
I sighed. It wouldn't do any good to remember Mom. After all, she was dead. Some things are best left behind. Mom used to say, "Worry about tomorrow tomorrow." Well, today I had the problem of the broken water purifier.
Broken water purifiers are pretty easy to fix. I took it apart, attached the spare filter, and put it back together again. It worked like a charm. But I didn't feel proud of myself. I didn't seem to have any emotion anymore. Except with those cute little sisters, Vanessa and Melissa.
I'm fourteen. About two hundred years ago, some stupid people launched missiles at each other. For fun. Or something like that. So everybody went into Vaults. Great-Grandma had Grandma, who had Mom, who had me. I was born outside the Vault. Pretty scary, huh? Mom snuck out. When I was twelve, I left the Vault to look for Mom. At least, that's what everyone says. But the truth is, I was kicked out because Mom left. When I was thirteen I met Vanessa, Melissa, and Firecracker, their dog. Then Mom died, not long after I turned fourteen- only about three months ago.
Put the past behind you and worry about tomorrow tomorrow.
"You do that really fast," Vanessa said from behind, startling me.
"What?"
"Take the WP apart, fix it, and put it back together. You do it really fast," Melissa explained. Vanessa nodded. "And then you just put it aside like you've go better things to do. It's so awesome! I want to be just like you in four years."
No, you don't, I thought. I felt like saying it. But instead I told them, "I've had a lot of practice. I used to spend hours taking these things apart. Where's Fire?"
"Chasing something, as usual," Melissa replied. "Here he comes."
I watched Fire run over the hill. It took me a minute to see that he was being chased by ants that were bigger them he was.
Oh, ****, I thought.
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