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The Adventures of Teenage Weirdos IIIII |
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"There is no challenge in understanding yourself... the challenge lies with finding yourself first."
"So, as you can see, the carbon dioxide is causing a reaction..."
A slight tap on the knuckle caused Ashley's eyes to divert themselves from the demonstrating teacher to a small, badly folded piece of paper.
"Who's the chick? Is she one of us?"
Ashley recognized the messy, bold handwriting of Rafael easily, having written notes like this with him when they were together about three years back. Michelle didn't fail to look at the note as well, and know who it was from.
"Yeah. She either has the Orb of Fog or Mist. I think it's fog, but I'll have to ask Vladdi," Ashley wrote back in her usual neat writing.
Tossing the note silently onto the ground, she kick the paper into the boy's foot about two seats in front of her. The boy obviously felt it, and reached down, pretending to scratch his ankle, and snatched the note.
After reading it and writing his reply, he passed it back using the girl behind him. She passed it to Ashley, and Ashley took the paper with a, 'thank you.'
"Okay. But why her? She's looks pretty weak."
Ashley heard Michelle huff. Ashley giggled a little before writing back, "Hey, don't judge a book by it's cover! Besides, she's an illusionist, she doesn't need to be strong." This time, Michelle took the note, and folded several pieces of paper on it. She then kicked the note -hard.
"Ow!" Rafael said sharply, interrupting the lesson.
Ashley and Michelle burst into laughter as their Chemistry teacher turned, and asked, "Is there a problem, Mr. Sisneros?"
"Nah, I'm good."
"What the hell was that for?!"
Michelle and Ashley blinked innocently. "What? All we did was give you back the note."
"Yeah; at freaking sixty miles an hour!"
"Ah, get over it, you wimp!" Ashley said, slapping his shoulder.
Rafael scoffed, as the three began walking to the back of the school to see if Vladimir was there. And though it wasn't after school yet, it still being lunch, there he was; sitting with a limo that Ashley knew her mother must have rode in as the president of OS.
Vladimir felt their presence, and put down his book. He rolled down the windows as the teens stopped at the chain-linked fence.
"Children! What in God's name are you doing here?"
"Vladdi!" Ashley smiled as she saw the familiar old man. "I have two of the three people I have to gather."
Vladimir smiled. "Ah, I see that. Is this the holder of the Orb of Mist?"
Ashley snapped her fingers. "So it was the Orb of Mist. Sorry Michelle."
"N-No, it's fine. Don't worry."
"So, this is Ms. Michelle? Michelle Chavarria?" Vladimir asked, pointing to Ashley's latest yearbook. Ashley nodded, trying to get over the fact that Vladimir had found her yearbook, since she had hidden it.
"Yup."
"So wait, Vladimir, right?" Said man nodded, 'yes,' at Rafael's questioning. "How are we supposed to go up against one of the biggest mafia-like gangs in the country? The OCA is one of the biggest things in the USA... aren't we supposed to like, train?"
Vladimir nodded. "Of course, Mr. Sisneros. The OS will train specially, and specifically to the orb you have been given."
"Wait, but how? Isn't there only one of each orb? How could we be trained specifically?"
Vladimir chuckled. "Good question, Ms. Ashley. And the answer is simple: there have been many holders before you, my children. Many, many keepers, and everything they have learned the hard way, is all for you to learn so you don't make the same mistakes they did."
The threesome understood immediately. Orbs were dangerous, even if you had a good handle on them; there have been countless unexplainable deaths because of the orbs, and many refused to believe how fatal an accidental orb shot could be.
The group of four stayed there, and talked: the history of the orbs, the powers, and lastly the cost of being a keeper of an orb.
"Wow..." Michelle looked down at herself. "I never knew how many murders have been caused because of orbs..."
Ashley looked at her solemnly. "I know."
Rafael put this hands in his pocket, and slouched a bit. "Well, too bad for them. We're alive, they're dead. At least we can make up for their deaths by living, and finding out more than what they did."
Ashley glanced at the scroll in her tote bag. Vladimir had given one to each of them to study during their shared sixth period, study hall. The colors represented their orb: crimson red, a light, translucent blue, and clear gold. Gold, being Ashley's hue, for the Orb of Judgement.
But Ashley also held the last color: a grayish green. And for what seemed the like the two-hundredth time, Ashley fingered her orb.
It was hard to believe that her ex, and this shy, yet slightly creepy, Gothic Lolita girl were going to help her save her mother from certain death. She really wondered who was going to be next.
 Ukeire · Sun Feb 01, 2009 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
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