505 days ~ irwin

387 days before

Calum

The prank never happened. It's been a couple days now since Brinley has been at school, but were all too scared to ask Ashton why. He seems to always know where Brin is without actually knowing where Brin is. He did the chemistry lab just fine, we were all on the edge of our seats, waiting, but nothing. He poured the one beaker into the other, then- nothing. We were all looking at each other, some not looking back in case other people saw. But I was probably the most worried. Brinley's pranks never didn't work. They were always foolproof, because we're all fools. 

"I don't fucking get how it didn't work." Riley blurted before we all even sat down in the treehouse. 

"Yeah, you and us all." Michael breathed out. "Also, where the fuck is she?" He threw his arms in the air as he sat down on the couch dramatically. 

I raised my shoulders, inferring that I did not know, because I didn't know. Michael looked around at all of us, and I did too. Everyone's faces read confusion and anger. We were all looking forward to this prank, and we were furious that it did not work. 

"You do know what this means, right?" Savannah looked up from her massive iPhone. She cocked an eyebrow and pushed her head forward a little. 

We all looked at her like she was lesser, sounds rude, I know, but that's usually our response with her. 

"God you idiots." She muttered under her breathe, but obviously we were all supposed to hear. "It means that someone caught it before it could happen." She rolled her eyes before looking at the rest of us to see if we understood or not. We all were starting the book, but we weren't on the same page yet.

"It means that they spotted it before, so they know it was a prank before it could even be a prank." Michael rolled his eyes, like he was teaming with her. If there could even be teams at that point. He rested his chin on his palm, looking dead ahead and not at either of us. None of us were in the mood, but without Brinley here we were kind of lost at what to do. 

A series of profanity was exclaimed by the group. Various "fuck's," "shit's," and even "fuckin' hell cunts" (most Australian thing ever), was washed over all of us. We all let out a deep sigh, disappointment mixed in with a little bit of worry and anxiousness. We didn't really know what that meant, but we kind of did at the same time. If we were to be caught, then that would be game over. 

"Brinley would know what to do." I whispered to myself, sighing again. 

"Oh shut up." Michael blurted toward me. "She's not here now is she?" He asked me rhetorically, of course. He was built up with all this unneeded anger that was mainly caused because of the prank falling through, like most of us. 

"Hey." Riley blurted towards Michael, cutting him off before he could blow up even more. Riley was kind of like the mom to all of us. She would always tell us what's right and what's wrong, even though we all knew wrong from right, but we almost always chose wrong, mainly Brinley. 

"It's not my fault he couldn't switch chemicals," he turned to me, looking me dead in the eye. "It was a simple fucking task that you couldn't even fucking do." His voice got stern, and rocky. I wasn't scared of him, I don't think I'll ever be. 

"Whatever, I'm out." He stood from the couch and all of our eyes trailed him as he made his way to the door. His face had a look of annoyance and disappointment. None of us stopped him, I don't know why. I guess all of us were just too exhausted to even try with him, or anyone, at this point. We didn't say a word after he left, we al just looked down at out lap or fiddling thumbs. 

Even if you didn't know us, or who we are, or even what we stand for. If you were to see a full panoramic view of all of us at that point, you would just be terribly sad. So much fucking potential in all of us, together we could run the world. But we've never been faced with a situation like this before. It's like our brains were all attached and they met up at a local cafe for ashy coffee and stale muffins to talk about how they were just going to shut off at the same time, same day, for a little bit because the main brain went wandering and missed the meeting. Knowing Brinley, her ADHD probably kicked in and she was driving, then got distracted, then got distracted from there and next thing you know she's in fucking Tasmania. 

That would have been such Brinley Rey thing to do. 

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yes these are getting shorter because it's easier so it doesn't drag on and be really fucking long but it does mean they will be published more frequently.