It’s eight in the morning and I already feel the sweat trickling down my back. I asked to be in Winsconsin so that it would be cooler, but no. The sun is beating down on me like a middle school bully. I sigh as I kick a can towards the heaping piles of garbage . This place was deserted, which is exactly why Cheri chose it. It was hidden, quiet, and hotter than hell. Don’t quote me on that, because then someone is going to prove me wrong, as it that’s going to get me to quit complaining. News flash, it isn’t. I flip open my shit phone and attempt to call Cheri again. Todd kicked me out and I don’t have anywhere to be. She said she finished the thing last night and that she would be waiting here for me by morning. Well, it was morning all
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The van, a white 1987 4WD Liteace Toyota, also known as a monstrosity, was no more than a few feet away. Two Fair Folk were sitting in the front and hopefully none in the back. These, however, looked nothing like Cheri. Cheri liked to mask herself as a child, while these took the more traditional root and used a more ‘unique’ style. Fair Folk like to look as different as possible from one another. That meant everything from skin color, to hair, to even how many body parts they have. Some got insanely freakish at times, but these guys seemed to be ok. No third arm sticking out of their heads here. Cheri turned around and waved the two out,” KayKay, these two boys are the mechanics! They fixed this thing up within seconds after the paperwork was done.” “Uh…” I adverted my eyes back down to the four-year-old-looking fairy,” You seem awfully cheerful abou-” Before I was able to finish my sentence, she stamped on my foot. I don’t care who you are, getting your foot squashed hurts. And when the person doing said squashing has the power to turn their foot into an anvil, it hurts double time. Her eyes seemed to transform into daggers, telling me that I need to shut the fuck up. I bite down on my lip and take a step away from the devil …show more content…
Silky nodded at his buddy,” Yea. You’re dat Kayden kid, am I rioght?” Cheri face palmed. I scratched behind my head,” Depends on who’s asking.” The Goku wannabe jutted out his hand,” Crispus, but most call me Cris.” I took out my hand, only for it to me squeezed and shook to the point where my arm just vibrated for a moment. I retracted my arm back, nursing it for a second,” Pleasure.” Silky laughed like an evil villain from a Saturday Morning cartoon,” He’s a human, ya dummy! He’s gonna be a bit fragile!” Cris threw his hands back in his pockets, ignoring his friend,” Not every day you fix up a human’s NightHowler.” My eyebrows raised,” A what?” “That’s what it said on the dash?” He stuck his thumb out at the van,” We just assumed that’s the name.” “Hey!” We all turn to Cheri, who was stomping her foot,” This is no time for small talk! Do you want a test run or not?!” “Uh…” We all kind of exchanged glances. Silky shrugged and glanced over at Cris, who seemed to glare down at Cheri. Instead, he bumped his buddy’s shoulder, a smirk forming on his face. Silky returned the smirk,” How rude of me! I forgot to introduce me self! I’m
The van, a white 1987 4WD Liteace Toyota, also known as a monstrosity, was no more than a few feet away. Two Fair Folk were sitting in the front and hopefully none in the back. These, however, looked nothing like Cheri. Cheri liked to mask herself as a child, while these took the more traditional root and used a more ‘unique’ style. Fair Folk like to look as different as possible from one another. That meant everything from skin color, to hair, to even how many body parts they have. Some got insanely freakish at times, but these guys seemed to be ok. No third arm sticking out of their heads here. Cheri turned around and waved the two out,” KayKay, these two boys are the mechanics! They fixed this thing up within seconds after the paperwork was done.” “Uh…” I adverted my eyes back down to the four-year-old-looking fairy,” You seem awfully cheerful abou-” Before I was able to finish my sentence, she stamped on my foot. I don’t care who you are, getting your foot squashed hurts. And when the person doing said squashing has the power to turn their foot into an anvil, it hurts double time. Her eyes seemed to transform into daggers, telling me that I need to shut the fuck up. I bite down on my lip and take a step away from the devil …show more content…
Silky nodded at his buddy,” Yea. You’re dat Kayden kid, am I rioght?” Cheri face palmed. I scratched behind my head,” Depends on who’s asking.” The Goku wannabe jutted out his hand,” Crispus, but most call me Cris.” I took out my hand, only for it to me squeezed and shook to the point where my arm just vibrated for a moment. I retracted my arm back, nursing it for a second,” Pleasure.” Silky laughed like an evil villain from a Saturday Morning cartoon,” He’s a human, ya dummy! He’s gonna be a bit fragile!” Cris threw his hands back in his pockets, ignoring his friend,” Not every day you fix up a human’s NightHowler.” My eyebrows raised,” A what?” “That’s what it said on the dash?” He stuck his thumb out at the van,” We just assumed that’s the name.” “Hey!” We all turn to Cheri, who was stomping her foot,” This is no time for small talk! Do you want a test run or not?!” “Uh…” We all kind of exchanged glances. Silky shrugged and glanced over at Cris, who seemed to glare down at Cheri. Instead, he bumped his buddy’s shoulder, a smirk forming on his face. Silky returned the smirk,” How rude of me! I forgot to introduce me self! I’m