AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! (x100)
MY WINGS ARE GONE!!!! GONE I TELL YOU!!! COMPLETELY VANISHED FROM MY BEING!!!!! Reason why!?! I got that blasted thing to work and stupidly injected it into my blood stream!!! And with a tingling sensation, my wings disappeared within my body, leaving a few gold-tipped feathers strewn on the floor!!! Now my back is as bare as the Sahara Desert and it feels SO WEIRD!!!!
Trinity had it injected too, and the next moment her hands flew to her butt and then to her head, and then to the human ears on the sides of them. We both were freaking out all right. God it was a nightmare! And when Johnny and Jalana saw us, they both were, like, frozen solid. If they think they are shocked, just imagine what it would be like on the receiving end of the whole thing.
The reason why we had to do it today though was because today we have Orientation. For school (blah). And I can’t go in there with wings, and Trinity can’t go in their looking like a fox. Ugh. I feel awful right now though. I feel so NORMAL…Yuck…
But here’s the catch, and because my life’s what it is there’s ALWAYS a catch. Whenever I get any adrenaline going in my blood, adrenaline caused by anger, that is, that mutant-repressing thingy will be subdued and my mutant gene will show again. And that means (yeah, you guessed it) my wings and all my other crazy mutant traits will come back for the world to see.
Crap.
And with an explosive personality like mine, it would be a miracle if I get through the school year without showing some wing. But the mutant-repressing thing kicks into gear again when I calm down. So I have to stay cool, calm, and collected the whole freaking year if I want to stay under-cover.
Fun.
It’s not going to be easy. I mean seriously, it’s not going to be easy at all. Plus it’s 9th grade we’re talking about. The first year of High School. Oh god. I’m gonna make this school famous if I don’t get through it successfully.
As you can tell, I have more than just homework to worry about.
-A totally flustered Red
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Musicness
You know when you're bored and you have nothing to do and you just randomly do something and find you're quite committed to it? Yeah, well, that's what happened when I picked up that old guitar that Johnny's family has. I just saw it lying around and I'm like "Hey, why not?" and so I just go at it, tuning the darn thing and finding some sheet music in the drawer of the little cabinet table thing with the funky lamp on it. So I taught myself how to play the guitar.
Yeah, I know.
So now I'm a page into the song, with blisters on my fingers that will turn into calluses eventually, feeling them in my fingers as I type these very words.
One of these days (I don't know when and I certainly don't know if it will ever happen) I'll take that guitar and roost in a tree, playing Metallica on it.
Whatever.
But I was playing a song called "Blackbird" that I think was written by the Beatles.
Coincidence?
But that's pretty much all I have for...
Oh yeah. Jalana just came in and dumped a bunch of school supplies on the air mattress.
I was trying to forget about school!
Crap. Only two more weeks until I go to skool.
It's going to be bad.
OI VAY!
-Red
Yeah, I know.
So now I'm a page into the song, with blisters on my fingers that will turn into calluses eventually, feeling them in my fingers as I type these very words.
One of these days (I don't know when and I certainly don't know if it will ever happen) I'll take that guitar and roost in a tree, playing Metallica on it.
Whatever.
But I was playing a song called "Blackbird" that I think was written by the Beatles.
Coincidence?
But that's pretty much all I have for...
Oh yeah. Jalana just came in and dumped a bunch of school supplies on the air mattress.
I was trying to forget about school!
Crap. Only two more weeks until I go to skool.
It's going to be bad.
OI VAY!
-Red
Friday, August 17, 2007
Things That Have Happened Durring The Time We Lived At Johnny's House
1. Almost got seen (memo to me: stay away from windows)
2. Got "grounded" for watching TV when I wasn't supposed to (I'll just crack up now...)
3. Got a new wardrobe (clothes that I'm not allowed to sabotage so my wings can fit, because soon I won't have wings!!!!)
4. Beat Johnny at his own video game (HA!!! New world champion!!!)
5. Got my hair done (essential for when you live with a woman who styles and cuts hair)
6. Finally was moved from the dinky couch to a full-sized air mattress to claim as my sleeping quarters.
7. Caught Trinity and Johnny cuddling (grrr...)
8. Johnny found one of my feathers lying around the house and decided to keep it
9. Was indulged in my very first chocolate chip cookie
10. And secretly went through Johnny's old yearbook when no one was looking
So as we can see, my life had taken a drastic turn. In some ways it's good, but in other ways it's not. But I've been surviving, and spend my time mostly reading and re-reading Johnny's X-Men comics, having taken a fancy to them. Because of work, Johnny's mother is not around, and what's so convenient is that the hair cutting place is just below their house. Meaning that the upper floor is where they live. No one but the family goes up here, so I'm safe, as long as I stay away from the windows.
I bet you're wondering how someone like me can stay cooped up in a dinky house like that for hours and hours. I'll let you in on a little secret.
I can't.
I have a funky schedule. Being me, I can survive off of very little sleep. So during the night, I sneak away and go flying out in the fabulous midnight sky. Around three I sneak back in and go to sleep.
No problem.
Most of the time I am working on the mutant-gene-repressing doohickey thing so that going to school is possible. But If not, I'm either hanging out with Trinity and Johnny, drawing, playing video games, etc.
Whatever.
I wonder how long I am going to keep up with this life. I mean, I can be normal forever!
-Red
2. Got "grounded" for watching TV when I wasn't supposed to (I'll just crack up now...)
3. Got a new wardrobe (clothes that I'm not allowed to sabotage so my wings can fit, because soon I won't have wings!!!!)
4. Beat Johnny at his own video game (HA!!! New world champion!!!)
5. Got my hair done (essential for when you live with a woman who styles and cuts hair)
6. Finally was moved from the dinky couch to a full-sized air mattress to claim as my sleeping quarters.
7. Caught Trinity and Johnny cuddling (grrr...)
8. Johnny found one of my feathers lying around the house and decided to keep it
9. Was indulged in my very first chocolate chip cookie
10. And secretly went through Johnny's old yearbook when no one was looking
So as we can see, my life had taken a drastic turn. In some ways it's good, but in other ways it's not. But I've been surviving, and spend my time mostly reading and re-reading Johnny's X-Men comics, having taken a fancy to them. Because of work, Johnny's mother is not around, and what's so convenient is that the hair cutting place is just below their house. Meaning that the upper floor is where they live. No one but the family goes up here, so I'm safe, as long as I stay away from the windows.
I bet you're wondering how someone like me can stay cooped up in a dinky house like that for hours and hours. I'll let you in on a little secret.
I can't.
I have a funky schedule. Being me, I can survive off of very little sleep. So during the night, I sneak away and go flying out in the fabulous midnight sky. Around three I sneak back in and go to sleep.
No problem.
Most of the time I am working on the mutant-gene-repressing doohickey thing so that going to school is possible. But If not, I'm either hanging out with Trinity and Johnny, drawing, playing video games, etc.
Whatever.
I wonder how long I am going to keep up with this life. I mean, I can be normal forever!
-Red
Friday, August 10, 2007
Holy Crap!!!
Holy crap!!! I am a FREAKIN’ genius!!! GENIUS!!! Seriously, those mad scientists have probably given me a taste of their own medicine. I am the most super uber kick-ass human/avian hybrid in the whole freakin’ universe!
I have found out a way to hide our obvious superhuman traits! (Punches air with fist) I was watching the third X-Men movie (way cool) when they were talking about some sort of thingy that could permanently get rid of the mutation gene. Like something they inject into your blood stream.
And now I’m like “Holy crap!” because that lit a light bulb over my head.
But anyways, to make a long story short, I’ve discovered a way to repress that mutant gene that makes us, um, mutant.
Not permanently get rid of it, but just repress it so that it’s still there, but it doesn’t give any hint that we’re superhumans. That way, Trinity and I would blend in perfectly.
Almost.
There is one thing though. I can repress the gene, but I found out that it gets fired up by a combination of adrenalin and ferocity. So I have to keep cool or I’ll blow my cover.
Which is going to be a difficult feat for me, because I had been purposely designed to spaz out.
I haven’t actually tried it out yet. In fact I still have yet to create the thing. But I know how to do it, but it’s going to take me a while.
But I know how to do it, which is awesome.
Now I can relax.
…Except school…
Pffft…go with Johnny…humph…Trinity feels perfectly okay with being a walking freak show. Like Johnny can protect her from the press and news vans and all that crap. We’d be all over the papers the moment someone sees us. Then my life would be ruined.
Oh, I forgot. Johnny’s superman!!!
No offence or anything Trinity, but that makes me laugh like nothing else.
Let’s go with Johnny to school!!!
Of course he would want to be with his stuffed animal!!!
Look, this is seriously riding my nerves.
I’d better stop.
-Red
I have found out a way to hide our obvious superhuman traits! (Punches air with fist) I was watching the third X-Men movie (way cool) when they were talking about some sort of thingy that could permanently get rid of the mutation gene. Like something they inject into your blood stream.
And now I’m like “Holy crap!” because that lit a light bulb over my head.
But anyways, to make a long story short, I’ve discovered a way to repress that mutant gene that makes us, um, mutant.
Not permanently get rid of it, but just repress it so that it’s still there, but it doesn’t give any hint that we’re superhumans. That way, Trinity and I would blend in perfectly.
Almost.
There is one thing though. I can repress the gene, but I found out that it gets fired up by a combination of adrenalin and ferocity. So I have to keep cool or I’ll blow my cover.
Which is going to be a difficult feat for me, because I had been purposely designed to spaz out.
I haven’t actually tried it out yet. In fact I still have yet to create the thing. But I know how to do it, but it’s going to take me a while.
But I know how to do it, which is awesome.
Now I can relax.
…Except school…
Pffft…go with Johnny…humph…Trinity feels perfectly okay with being a walking freak show. Like Johnny can protect her from the press and news vans and all that crap. We’d be all over the papers the moment someone sees us. Then my life would be ruined.
Oh, I forgot. Johnny’s superman!!!
No offence or anything Trinity, but that makes me laugh like nothing else.
Let’s go with Johnny to school!!!
Of course he would want to be with his stuffed animal!!!
Look, this is seriously riding my nerves.
I’d better stop.
-Red
Thursday, August 9, 2007
It Gets Me So Flustered....
I wonder what would happen if we go to school.
Look, any girl can be uptight about it! It’s just more extreme for me for reasons way more dire.
Here’s our, well my, biggest problem.
Wings.
I can’t just hide them under my clothes! They are way huge! I mean freaking huge. Like gigantic. Think in terms of California King-Sized bed.
So I can’t hide it, and Trinity can’t hide her tail or ears in any way. She can’t go to school with that headband on every day, trying to fool everyone into thinking they are pretend ears.
Because people are smart, which sucks. I can tell they’re flesh and blood no matter if they don’t move or whatever.
And the tail! Jeez that’s the real tipper here.
So this is all a huge debacle. And I don’t know where that woman got the notion to put us in such a spot!
Hah! We’re mutants!!! School is for normal people, who don’t fly at an altitude of four plus miles and who don’t give you a douse of poison by just scratching you!
Most girls are excited about school, with their girly ways and all. They get all caught up in a frenzy to make sure their outfit is perfect for the first day.
Whereas I get caught up in a frenzy to make sure that I don’t stand out in any way possible. Just as long as the news people and police and all those guys don’t show up, I think I’ll stay calm. Then everything will be okay.
But everything is super uber not okay at the moment, because I have not freaking clue how to hide my wings!!!
Crap.
I know I’m going to lose sleep over this.
-Red
And what the freak am I going to do about my name!?!
I should have told that damn woman an alias instead of my real name. Now everyone’s going to be like, “Hi. My name is such and such. What’s your’s?” and I have to say, “Red Starbird.”
I mean holy crap! Red Starbird! Who has a name like RED STARBIRD!!! Am I going to walk into class and see a nametag saying “Red Starbird” on my desk?
Wait, they only do that in grade school.
But STILL!!!
Look, any girl can be uptight about it! It’s just more extreme for me for reasons way more dire.
Here’s our, well my, biggest problem.
Wings.
I can’t just hide them under my clothes! They are way huge! I mean freaking huge. Like gigantic. Think in terms of California King-Sized bed.
So I can’t hide it, and Trinity can’t hide her tail or ears in any way. She can’t go to school with that headband on every day, trying to fool everyone into thinking they are pretend ears.
Because people are smart, which sucks. I can tell they’re flesh and blood no matter if they don’t move or whatever.
And the tail! Jeez that’s the real tipper here.
So this is all a huge debacle. And I don’t know where that woman got the notion to put us in such a spot!
Hah! We’re mutants!!! School is for normal people, who don’t fly at an altitude of four plus miles and who don’t give you a douse of poison by just scratching you!
Most girls are excited about school, with their girly ways and all. They get all caught up in a frenzy to make sure their outfit is perfect for the first day.
Whereas I get caught up in a frenzy to make sure that I don’t stand out in any way possible. Just as long as the news people and police and all those guys don’t show up, I think I’ll stay calm. Then everything will be okay.
But everything is super uber not okay at the moment, because I have not freaking clue how to hide my wings!!!
Crap.
I know I’m going to lose sleep over this.
-Red
And what the freak am I going to do about my name!?!
I should have told that damn woman an alias instead of my real name. Now everyone’s going to be like, “Hi. My name is such and such. What’s your’s?” and I have to say, “Red Starbird.”
I mean holy crap! Red Starbird! Who has a name like RED STARBIRD!!! Am I going to walk into class and see a nametag saying “Red Starbird” on my desk?
Wait, they only do that in grade school.
But STILL!!!
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