Aside from the wound from where I was hit, my leg was fine the next morning. Albeit, a little stiff, it took only a few little stretches before it was back to normal.
I sat and stared at the ceiling as everything took a few beats to settle in.
Lloyd Garmadon is Lord Garmadon's son.
Lloyd Garmadon is the green ninja.
Who Lloyd Garmadon is to me is complicated.
The green ninja plush almost seemed to mock me from my bookcase as I stumbled around my room, getting ready for the day. Lloyd hadn't specified where or when I was to meet his friends/family/teammates properly (aside from Kai and kinda Zane) and anxiety clenched hard in my gut. I was no power wielder - hell, I'd trip over a painted line on the flat ground - compared to them I was a simpleton. Just another weak citizen to save, another blank face in the crowd. I was nowhere near as remarkable as them and the more I thought about it, the more smaller I felt.
Part of me wondered if Lloyd only kept me around for the supposed prophecy.
Sluggish from healing and feeling depressed about my bad habit of overthinking - and then overthinking whether I was overthinking about the situation or not, and then overthinking about overthinking about overthinking-
All in all, I woke up just as tired as I fell asleep. Mum had yet to rouse, often the one to sleep in on her off days, catching up on the rest she missed. I took that opportunity to grab some cooled biscuits from the stovetop and dig in for my very extremely healthy breakfast.
I spent the morning lounging around and feeling sorry for myself. I still couldn't bring myself to call Aaliyah or Claire up and I was just too emotionally exhausted to invite Naomi over, so I revelled in the solitude and rested while my brain worked on organising my eternally messy thoughts. It was a never ending job.
Maybe I'll go see Mr. Robuntusson. Get some candy to perk me up. Do I remember the way? Kind of. It's fuzzy.
Oh well, I thought as I stuffed my phone into my pocket. If I get lost then I'll just google map my way back home.
With the car finally in for repairs after running into Lloyd and me accidentally breaking off the side mirror, I had no choice but to walk. It was a nice day for it, though. A little overcast and breezy to mix up the never ending heat that's been battering us for the past few weeks.
While I walked, my head was lost in thought.
I didn't see Chen until I bumped into him.
Glancing up in surprise, I went to apologise but paused upon seeing the brunet bully with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Something cold dribbled down my spine as I stepped back. I didn't have that same protective confidence I had back when I was with Lloyd at the amusement park. That's what gave me the incentive to punch Chen in the face. Speaking of, his nose looked freshly crooked. His dark eyes were on fire.
I went to step around, not wanting to have to deal with him, or anyone, today but he grabbed my arm before I could walk past.
"What?" I whined, just wanting to get some candy and then crawl into a ball and sleep.
"Hold on, skank," Chen spat, gripping my arm tighter. I dropped my head back with an exhausted groan. "I'm not done with you, yet."
"Duuude," I complained, tugging on my arm. "Let it go! You were being a dick. At least know you deserved it."
"Hey-"
I pulled on my arm and he let go, but the momentum swung me backwards. I stepped to steady myself and slipped on a bottle. My gasp cut short when my head cracked into the brick wall behind me.
"Holy shit!" Chen burst. He crouched before me with an uncharacteristic look of worry. His hands clenched at his sides. "I- holy shit, that looked like it hurt."
