Freak Week- Chapter 2 #WritingWithGrace

Chapter 2 #writingwithgrace

All the Shih Tzu hair left over from the storm last night really left a HUGE mess. The hair at our windows are absorbing the sunlight--which isn't good for our sake. It's getting extremely hot in here! I'm too afraid to move because it is dark. I'm using the little beam of light, between the dog hair and Banana's hair, to write this all. Oh my gosh! Crush is starting to move and his shirt is covered in sweat. You would think this boy would look like a mess, like me, but he looks like a model straight out a magazine.

So, yeah, females are underrated. Sorry, Banana was looking at Robot Diary. Yay, it's clearing up outside. Be right back!

Okay, false information. It was just clearing up for another freak storm. At least I get to see Crush. Oh wait, he can see me too. I must look like a pig. I don't even have makeup on anymore. He's looking in my diary--oh no.

"You look good," Crush says while peeking over my shoulder. I quickly close the book. My face turns red as I try not to scream.

"Thanks," I say, without agreement. He gazes at my face trying to figure me out. My eyes dare to glance at his then quickly retreat towards the solitude of the wall. His black hair was drenched in sweat while hanging over his even darker eyes that practically blended in with the basement.

"Oh my! It's a live wallpaper!" shouted a hooligan from Harry's group.

"I'll show you a live wallpaper," Harry barked back.

"Alright then do it!" Marmie said while thrusting her hips and moving closer to Harry.

Harry shrieked while backing away from Marmie. She chased him through the basement recklessly.

"Kids, behave!" He yelled while waving his finger. "That's what she told you to work on Kevin, control your emotions," Mr. Kevin whispered to himself. He sniffled and lifted his head.

They weren't kidding. The whole field outside had become a painter's dream. It looked like a canvas outside. The ground was being covered in paint and it looked genuine somehow.

Crush looked around outside and stared at the sight quite intensely. He stood up and looked around the room before stuffing his hands in his jeans. He wore a shirt with a skull, a bunch of crossings ran through the skull's eyes, and black jeans with a chain hanging from the side. He watched as Harry tripped and stared at the ground for a while.

"How did you become so good at standing up for other people?" words flew from my mouth. No, words literally flew from my mouth. My words hit him in the back of the head and pile drives him into Harry.

Crush hops up really frantically as does Harry. Harry's cheeks are red as they both dust themselves off. I look at them both quizzically.

"I'm so sorry," I say to Crush while Crush says the exact same line to Harry. The letters fly at our opponents as we pronounce each syllable.

Wow, sticks and stones may break bones, but words will do a heck of a lot better job. Harry jumps out of the way with agile speed. Crush turns around just in time. My words hit Crush just as he blocks his face--oh thank you Robot Diary for his perfect face.

That's cool. It hasn't even been half the week and I've already manage to look ugly in front of Crush and beat the heck out of him. We're a match made in heaven!

Just then, I notice Harry's face. His mouth is pushing outwards and his chin is pressed on his throat. Oh no, he's going to say something. It must be this storm--whatever the heck it is doing. Banana, Marmie, and I run towards him, but it's too late.

His mouth opens wide letting out angst, "I like to wear makeup!" The words hit the ceiling making it shake.

Just like some alien invasion movie we all speak at similar times--almost in synchronization. Let me tell you: it's like being punched in the gut. The air is forced from your mouth and you can feel a tingling reminisce of pain.

"What?" A bunch of Harry's followers spout off.

"I love quantum physics!" Banana screeches.

"I love to eat ice cream and listen to sad songs!" Marmie yells.

"I love..." Crush and I begin, but are cut off by loud booms. All our words hit the ceiling and smoke flows through the room. All our bodies hit the floor. If this isn't a script for an alien invasion movie then I don't know what is.

Obviously, I was going to say "I love Crush," but what was Crush going to say. Would he confess his love for me and we would hop on a unicorn and ride a rainbow off into the sunset? Yeah, I know Robot Diary, shut up. Unrealistic and cliché, but what else can a tragic, clueless, teen girl hope for? I won't be able to find out tonight anyway. I don't want to injure Crush by asking him if I was his crush--then I would definitely not be a candidate for his girlfriend. Okay, people are getting really suspicious and nosy. Got to go. This is end of day two of Freak Week with a pathetic, dramatic girl signing off of Robot Diary--ugh, see you on day three!