Midnight Dawn

Midnight Dawn Chapter 2

Dawn

The city was only a ten minute drive from our homely town, Brownsville. Economically wise, the majority of the people who called this place on the map home had jobs in Liatropolis. Some smarty pants had set up a bus company to ferry commuters to their employment, and most everyone made use of that rather than demolish the environment with car exhaust.

I packed my bag for the trip. This wasn't a commotion in my life as I had been going Liatropolis without companions since an early age. There wasn't much I needed either, simply some morsels of nourishment and my iPhone.

It is curious to think that I would possess such an extravagance seeing that my guardians were filled with such a generosity to myself. I have Brittany's spoiled-even-more-than-rotten behaviour to give my regards to for it.

She had received the phone for quarter-way-to-her-birthday day. Five days fresh out of the wrapping paper, it failed to send an important breakup text to her boyfriend, so she had to endure the utter shame of not prevailing to be the one who dictated a relationship for three hours. Oh the horror.

When Brittany got home, she had a conniption in which she beat the poor old floor, whined and screeched like a toddler, and peaked the climax by flinging the phone out the open window.

Desperate, Hank and Eunice pleaded with her to take her temper a few notches down, and appeased her finally by promising her to purchase a spiffing new one the following hour. She became content. My aunt and uncle were soothed from their anxiety. I was beyond ecstatic.

When they left for the electronic store, I scrambled to the back garden to locate it in the shrubs. I discovered the unlucky device in the grass beside a leering lawn gnome intact and unscathed despite its perilous adventure. The next few days were spent jailbreaking, downloading, and rearranging the insides to my liking.

Bag set and shoes on, I considered my condition to be primed and prepared. I hopped out the window (why use the door?) and clambered across the roof to the massive oak tree. I remained fond of that gargantuan, and vehemently debated the downsides of cutting it down after an offhand comment made by my uncle concerning its standing. Its placement was hugely convenient when I felt the need to exit the house from my window.

I was occupying space alongside a bird nest when a thunderous roar interrupted any brain activity. Peering through the leafy foliage, I spied a thug on top of an even more thug-like motorcycle cruising down our placid street. Not surprisingly, the monster duo halted at our lane way. Probably another of Brittany's flings taking advantage of the dear parents presence belonging elsewhere at the moment.

Thug number one revved thug number two to create another ear-splitting rumble. How rude! He couldn't even bother his lazy butt to take the quick walk to the door and knock gentlemen-like. I snatched an acorn that a lone squirrel was eyeing and whipped it at thug number one's oversized head. My aim was flawless, therefore he tumbled off thug number two and hollered in sheer shock. Should have worn a helmet, sucker.

I remain impressed with thug number one though. It took seventeen acorns to his thick old noggin to make him curse under his breath and roar thug number two away. I suppose that I ruined Brittany's date, but she took eons to finally poke her caked face out of the window (probably some dumb dating tactic) and she looked like someone had peed on her when she came to he conclusion that thug number one had rode off into the sunset sans her.

Although I had a funny feeling that she suspected my part in this unfortunate-for-her event, she hadn't an ounce of proof and considering the fact that she wasn't allowed out in the first place she would dare not gripe about it to mummy and daddy. But I still would likely face their wrath for the noodle incident.