"What the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter, Drake!"
Bobby’s mouth dropped open while I was trying to dissolve into the mattress like a puddle of milk into a sponge. Before I could crawl under the comforter and die, Bobby choose to sign his death warrant.
"S-Scott, it's not what it looks like!"
Sure, you're half dressed, I was in your clothes and it's not what it looks like. Riiiiight not even a blind man would buy that one!
"Not what it looks like?" Dad asked, adding a little scoff to his voice. "It looks like two of you are keeping warm in your bed."
"Uh-it's not as bad as it looks?"
"Get out of that bed, Kerry." I
"Come over here so I can hurt you."
"Such a tempting offer, and under your hands I'm sure it'd be fun but," he sighed wistfully, "but, no."
I was back at the balance bar, trying to use my nonexistent heat vision to melt my self-proclaimed teacher of balance since Mr. Kurt and Mr. Warren had gone on a mission. I came—home yesterday and bright and early this morning I found myself ungracefully dumped in the weight room. When the fuzz had been scraped off my brain, I saw Bobby smiling (smirking with good intent) at me when he told me to walk.
In the past two hours the only thing productive I’d done was come up with several differe
I was beyond livid. Lava was ready to flow from my eyes, ears, and fingertips. Bobby stood there, completely stupefied by the information. I knew, then, that he hadn’t known. I wheeled myself straight to the Professor's office. My brain churning out so many black rainclouds I was giving Storm a run for her money. I was ready to kill.
Pushing the doors open, the Professor looked up from whatever he had been reading, and locked his eyes on me, studying me with a slight frown.
I clamped my teeth together.
"Kookie, what may I do for you?"
"A mutant," I spat out, moving myself fully into the room. I only stopped to slam the door shut.
"You're not even trying." My teacher, Mr. Kurt pointed out for the twentieth time as I hit my knees again. They were going to have to replace these dumb blue mats because I was wearing the padding down.
The one hand I still had on the bar clenched, and I heard the crunch of the metal under my strength."Give me a reason to." I spat out coldly.
Again, I had to learn to walk again. For the third freaking time. Before it was almost surreal, now it was just another cold slap in my face. Another claw which dug it's nasty razor sharp edge into my life, ripping away the layers and leaving me to cry tears of hate.
"Kookie, this isn't like you."
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My life sucked.
Well, technically, my death sucked.
You know what's even worse than death sucking? The constant screaming and the fact that the pair of lungs owned a hand which was currently squeezing mine into numbness.
What death lacked in warmth and light it made up for in pitch blackness and searing silence.
Not saying that was a bad thing as the lungs with hand tightened to the point I thought my fingers were going to pop off and lodge themselves in the lung body (hopefully silencing it). The corner of my eyes twitched only a few seconds before I pried them open to have a better aim when my soon to be fingers turned projectile would
I opened my eyes. The sensation of light hitting them forced me to close them again.
Memories, slow and splintered, come back. Kerry, oh no…I died with her. I should very well be dead. I frantically tried to sit up since my powers were still rebuilding themselves from being so taxed. Gentle and firm hands pushed me back down, while telling me to take it easy.
Weakly, I looked over and up at my husband, Scott. His face was marred with a deep frown, but I could sense intense relief in our telepathic rapport. He took one of my hands in his and squeezed it lightly. There was an underlying emotion, and I looked over to where his eyes were
I went to the Medieval Fair in Norman, Ok this past Saturday in my blue Princess Aurora costume. I was stopped a few times for pictures, but this time a first happened!
The little boy in the cream colored hat wanted a picture with me and like I do with most smaller children, I squatted down so that the parents could get a nice picture of their babies without having to back up much. This boy was all too happy to join me in the picture but also sat on top of my knees while I held on to his tummy for balancing reasons. After the picture, he turned and gave me a quick hug. I was preparing to get up when he turned to his mother, but then back to
Hello! I hope you don't mind my posting on your page today! I'd like to invite you to a brand new group; Pop Culture Crochet. I'd love to make this group a hub for all things crochet with a pop culture spin and I think some of your items would find the perfect home there. Please, help me get this group off the ground!
Hi! A looooooong time ago, you gave me a Llama! In fact, you were the first one to do so! Back then, I had no idea that you could return the favor for free (I've long since known but I've finally had the time to go through my messages and sort through who gave me badges...)!
Long overdue but here's a llama back and thank you for being the first to give me a llama! ^_^ Have a great day!