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Chapter two: Dictionary

Dictionary
Noun
2. a book giving information on particular subjects or on a particular class of words, names, or facts, usually arranged alphabetically

Many people have cute nicknames. Some nicknames come from friends, some from grandparents and family. Sometimes they come from relationships, like how my parents call each other 'Honey'.

My family liked to call me 'The human dictionary'.

It was incredibly embarrassing, yet they still called me that ever since I was twelve. I always corrected people on their spelling ever since the incident.

The incident was when I was twelve, six years ago. It was a horrible storming spring day. The power had gone out. It was absolutely soaking wet outside. The trees were being pummelled from the heavy artillery of the rain clouds.

And I had nothing to read. I had read all of the books that were in my family's home. I had finished them only a few days prior to the incident.

I was dying to read something. I needed something away from Hayden, my brother. He constantly was poking and shooting me with his nerf gun since he was bored too.

I asked if we could go somewhere to get me another book. My parents rolled their eyes at that when I had asked. They hated when I read.

It was when I was laying on the floor by the couch in the living room. The couch to my left and the tall coffee stained book shelf that stood against the cream painted wall to my right.

I listened to the water punishing the outside world as I laid on the floor. The floor seemed to solve a lot of problems, especially when I couldn't fix a problem with a good book.

Hayden was running away from our father. Dad was yelling at him as lightning struck outside.

"Get back here! You can't shoot your mom in the face like that!" He bellowed as their heavy feet charged across the main floor wooden floor boards quickly.

Then, as the thunder roared and rumbled the earth, there was another sound.

SMACK!

Hayden ran into the wall right next to the book case, smacking into it as well.

The creaking noise of the book case came next.

I stared at it saw a tsunami of books began to flood over me.

I was lucky that the book case didn't fall as well. I would have been crushed like a bug under a shoe.

As my dad helped me out of the puddle of books on top of me, I found one I hadn't read yet.

It was the Oxford dictionary.

My father groaned at how I flipped it open after helping out the books away, and rolling my eyes at how Hayden had a goose head egg forming on his head.

"Good ridden's." I thought to myself.

"Honey, it looks like we have a human dictionary now." Dad told mom as he went to them in the kitchen where she was trying to get Hayden to ice his head.

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The look of pure victory worn in his eyes was clear. It was strong and dared to threaten anyone who had plans for anything but his victory.

He dropped down his beast of an axe to the blood, dew and mud stained grass. Edgar was breathing heavily as he walked faster and faster towards her.

His beauty began to run to him with the side of her dress clutched in her hand, beaming with joy to see him standing after the battle of all British battles a Viking could fight.