Loki, me, and Transformers!

Really, really odd.

Being a survivor of something potential bad is perhaps the oddest feeling I have ever experienced. Not that I have written a character, specifically Joy Jelenisto from Step into Asgard,surviving a bad event that made the loss of lives it is just odd to be that person experiencing it. I babbled mostly to Jazz while he drove through the road.

"Did you know a fly cleans its wings about five times each time it lands and it must be cleaning its wings 50,000 times per day after landing on something?" I ask.

"No," Jazz said. "I did not."

"Also the 50th Doctor Who Anniversary special broke the simulcast record for being the most viewed and landed on Guinness World Record," I said. "Also, the most historically shameful event that happened before the airing was One Direction having a terrible connection and did not have a clue about Doctor Who."

"Oh," Jazz said. "I love that band! The five boys really have a taste in music."

I feel so giddy inside.

I must correct Jazz!

"Well..." I said, then fake a cough. "Four," I faked a cough again. "Actually."

"What?" Jazz asks.

"Zayn quit one direction," I said. "Can't blame him."

"Zayn quit One Direction?" Jazz said, in shock.

"Yeaah," I said. "A band with a fading fanbase!"

"No, that cannot be." Jazz said said, in denial.

"Well I mean the popularity of One Direction is slowly fading on Wattpad," I said. "And in the media."

"Since when did Zayn leave?" Jazz asks.

"Zayn left One Direction—in Illinois time—on a Thursday at eleven something in the morning," I said. "I view the boyband members as humans...but the talk about what happened in those terrifying fanfics makes me recoil. I don't like One Direction's music, period."

"...Have you at least given them a try?" Jazz asks.

"How could I when their faces were shoved on the screen every day?" I ask.

"There is such thing as tolerating." Jazz said.

I shook my head.

"Sadly," I said. "I tried and it didn't work.A lotta girls cried about Zayn's departure online. Fortunately no one at Rowva cried about it. Rowva stands for Rio, Onida, Wataga, Victoria and Altona." I tap on my fingers. "Though Williamsfield has joined for one of the sports things; so,it's gonna be The Cougars." I rub my fingers together hearing them squeak. "Well, it would be next school year," I paused incontinently. "If the world wasn't ending."

"It's not ending until I say so!"Jazz shouts, arrogantly.

Wow, I never expected Jazz to say something like that.

"I am a senior." I said, happily.

Jazz looks over to the review mirror.

"You're a child." Jazz said.

"I am, by far, not a child." I said. "Even though I look like one; looks can be deceiving."

"Huh," Jazz said. "How old are you?"

"18." I said.

"18?" Jazz repeats.

"Yep," I said, nodding. "Turning 19 on June 6th, 2015."

Jazz raises his left eyebrow up, curious probably, making a 'you're eighteen and you look like a child' kind of facial reaction.Most people have the same disbelief about my age and youthful appearance, but trust me I am one hundred percent human.