Irken Idol

Irken Idol-5

The disclaimers brought a friends home. His name is Facebook and he belongs to Facebook guys. Yup. And they got a dog named Sharpie. Sharpie belongs to Sharpie company guys. Mmmhhmmmm.

And, I lied. This next chapter came TODAY, when I broadcast that it was coming tomorrow. Aren't I nice? Say yes, or parish like a pickle. (I'm from the country. DONT YOU DARE STOP MY AWESOME METAPHORS). I told Meggo (xxMeganElizabethxx) about this character not 5 minutes ago, but nobody else but us know who this character is, not even the people who help me make him real. XD

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     Running, Day tried to make it to the girls' dressing room without getting caught. The silver colored stars on every door has sticky notes on them, telling who was in where.

     "Anne Stoppable, The Irkenoids...AHAH! Here's we go..." 

    Reading all of the sticky-notes out loud had not been a very good idea. The second she touched the doorknob, Anne Stoppable flew in on her little grapple-gun thingy (what's it called?) and knocked her onto her butt. 'Stupid nemisis...' Day thought, picking herself off of the floor.

    "Annie... I knew you'd be here."

    "No you didn't. I changed my Buttbook status to 'Sick at home. Totally not at any at Irken Idol or anything.'." She stuck her nose into the air, smiling as though she were just so smart. (She get's that from her Dad, Ron LOL).

    "But, I just read that sticky-note so..."

    "Oh..."

     Well, this was ackward. 'I gotta get out of this, fast...REMEMBER THE INITIAL PLAN...'

     Day blinked. "You've got a boog hangin'."

     While Anne hastily pulled out a compact mirror, Day rushed to open the dressing room door and threw herself in. Putting her back against the door, she waved at the girls, whom had frozen and were staring straight at her. Straight at her soul...

     She giggled nervously. "Heh...Hey guys..." She looked from left to right. "Listen you twerps," The girls recoiled like a...recoiling object at her tone, sharper than permanent Sharpies. "If I don't win, you people are going to pay, seeing as how you will probably be the ones to beat me. So, back out of the way," she stepped forward, away from the door. "or I will make your lives horrible for puttin me in second place. I-"

     "-don't need any help loosing. You did horrible all by yourself, and my sister did not need to help you with that."

    Day swallowed and turned around slowly, hunched over and terrified. A boy stood there, one who looked just like the girl, Tib, she thought. His fists were clenched as he glared at her behind thick glasses, eyes glazed over in a heated, protective stare.

    "Um..." Day squeaked. "I was just-"

    "Leaving, hopefully."

    She nodded, not one to tamper with an angry dude with a sythe on his head.

    Tib smiled, thanks radiating from her eyes."Hey, thanks man!"

    Chuckling, Dak stepped into the room, shutting the door behind Day. "Anything for my sister." He sat down on a convienient little couch by the restroom. "Now, I wanted to tell you, Zig, something important before the show started aga-"

    'WOULD THE IRKENOIDS PLEASE COME TO THE STAGE?'

    "And it looks like I'm too late..."

    "Wait!" Tib sat upright. "You named your group, 'The Irkenoids'?"

    Dak nodded. "Alright, I'll explain after the show."

    The girls had followed Dak out to watch his preformance from backstage, wanting to support their friend. When they got close enough to see the stage, Zig stopped. "He...that boy... He looks just like..."

    "Your mother? That's your brother, Zam." Dak guessed. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you fast enough."

    "He... He's the reason she left..."

    "No, don't you say that. Aunt Gaz just wasn't ready for another chil-"

    Zig froze. "So it's..."

    "No," Tib "it wasn't anybody's fault. She just wanted a break."

    "I'm sure she would love you, if she ever met you." Smidge hugged her best friend. "Really."

    Dak smiled apologetically, walking to his place on stage with a guitar. Zam had a guitar, too, and was standing on the far left of the stage (tuning it), while Dak and the girls had come from the right. There was a random drummer guy that they had hired, too (but only they were singing).

    Zig looked down, and Tib looked at her, instead of the floor below. "She really would love you, Zig." She said. "Just like I do."

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No music, just drama. Enjoy.