Unluckiest Person

Yippee Wahoo ending

-RIGHT WHEN SHE WAS GONNA DIE-

She smacked her hand against her pocket, finding a lighter. Huh, convenient. She grabbed a candle from her backpack very slowly, pretending it's that scene in Jurassic park with the dinosaurs.

She lit up the candle and threw it. The leaves flew up into flame, causing the Fames to let out a bloodcurdling screech, dashing off in the opposite direction. The Icarus' eyes followed the flames in mesmerizing silence. Lily dashed off when she had the chance, letting the Icarus live out their arson dreams.

She was gasping for air when she finally stopped, leaning against a tree. She saw a tree stump and, after she caught her breath, slammed her foot down on it. It caved in like a pumpkin with a sledge hammer, wood chips flying out. She sighed, climbing a tree to stay up in. There weren't any monsters that could climb trees or fly, at least, not that she knows of.

When the sun peeks up the horizon, showing the mountains that surrounded the forest, the second it hits her, she wakes up.

She rubbed her eyes before seeing she was in her bed, not massacring people.

"HAHA! FUCK YOU, RUE!!" She shouted, ecstatic. She whooped and smiled for the first time in a long time.

She got up and came down the attic, leaving to brush her teeth. Her emerald green eyes stared back at her as her dark brown hair fell onto her face. Her severely scarred face curled up into a smile on her usually stoic face.

"M— Lily?" A boy asked behind them, raising an eyebrow at her. "Why're you being so loud?" He asked, grabbing his tooth brush and brushing along with her. She glanced down at him, his curly dark blue hair more messy than usual, his yellow left eye was tired as his light green one. Oh, yeah, don't mind his tail. It's strong like on the main tail part, and at the tip it's a paintbrush. Think Smeargle's tail but more paintbrush-y. It's held together with a gold band.

"Nothin'." She murmured, spitting out the toothpaste. "I'll make some pancakes." She said before leaving the bathroom. She changed and went to the kitchen. She glanced outside, the rainbow clouds darker than usual, the equivalent of a cloudy day. The sky's a bright blue, and small islands floated about lazily. Bright flowers bloomed around the rolling hills.

She cooked pancakes, and Silas came out after a little. He barely reached her waist, and he wears a pair of overalls over a stripped green-and-black shirt, a brown belt with pockets, and turquoise heelys. He rolled into the kitchen, asking questions about the pancakes.

"What were the dinosaurs when you were a kid? What kind of pancakes are those— wait, can I make a pancake?" He asked excitedly, peering over the counter.

Yes, she let him make a pancake, it was half burnt and lopsided. He's very proud of it.

"Where'd you wanna go today?" She asked, watching Silas stuff a pancake in his mouth. He vaguely shrugged, and after he swallowed, he spoke. "I dunno, where do you wanna go?"