Falling upon Ninja

“Yessss! Only four more days of school!!” I shouted, fist-pumping the air. Julia and Natalie laughed and joined me. Alex only rolled his cerulean colored eyes at me.

“You sounded like Orochimaru when you said ‘Yessss!’” He imitated, wiggling his fingers in his creeper way. That caused us girls to look at each other and laugh more, having to bend over so we didn’t fall onto the floor. Alex smirked and hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder, “I have to make my bus, guys. See ya!” He walked away from our little group.

“I have to get to my bus, too. Bye!” I yelled, making my way down the lines of buses. When I made it to bus 22, I climbed on and tried to ignore the old man who was my bus driver as he stared at me like pedobear would stare at a shota. I sat in the relative middle of the bus, not wanting to sit with the little kids at he front but not wanting to be stuck with the older kids at the back.

I pulled out my iPod and listened to Vocaloid songs the rest of the ride, staring out the window at the trees and scenery.

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I strolled into my house with my twin sister, humming ‘Alice of Human Sacrifice’ as it played on my iPod. My eyes were closed as I hummed, causing me to trip over something. “The fuck?!” I landed face first into the carpet, thank God it wasn’t wood, but my feet were propped up on something. I turned my head around to see a very large wooden crate. That thing was the size of me!! Curled up in a ball, of course.

“What the hell is that?” Maddy, my sister, said, eyeing the box. I narrowed my eyes at her.

“How the fuck should I know?!” I got up off of the ground and rubbed my jaw, glaring at the crate. I then had a very serious thought:

‘What if there’s a serial killer in that box? Or maybe a hobo?’

I’m pretty sure I had a pretty fucked up look on my face, because my sister slapped me. “SNAP OUT OF IT!” My head whipped to the side and I felt my cheek heat up. Just so you know, my sister is really mean and bipolar- Then again, I’m bipolar too, but not as bad as her. I glared at her again as she shrugged and walked upstairs, dropping her backpack on the floor at the top. I dropped my backpack as well and walked towards the box to examine it.

‘What if a hobo DOES jump out with a giant grin on his face and pulls me in with him to do Lindsey Lohan knows what?? D: ‘

As you can probably tell, I am VERY weird- and my thoughts are even weirder than I am.

Anyway, I was now in a one-sided glaring contest with the crate, and personally, I think I was winning. PWN. I put my ear against the box and listened for any hobo breathing.

None.

Deemed safe by me, I pulled the top off and looked in to find the most amazing sight ever- A piece of paper!! *le Gasp*

I picked up the paper boredly, wondering why someone would store a tiny ass piece of paper in a giant ass box. When I unfolded it, I saw Asian letters.I couldn’t tell if it was Japanese, Chinese, Korean, or otherwise, because I suck at reading any other languages. Talking I was a little better at. I squinted at it and shrugged, dropping it back into the crate and bringing it upstairs into my room.

I kicked open the door softly, walked in and placed the crate on my green covered bed. I plopped down next to the crate.

"Ahhh.." It was so comfy and soft and wonderful. I stuck my face into my pillow, savoring the awesomeness of it when the comfortable feelings suddenly disappeared and I felt as if I was falling backwards as air rushed past me. I quickly opened my eyes and saw a blue sky above me, spotted with various fluffy white clouds.