Freak Week - Chapter 7 #WritingWithGrace

Freak Week: Chapter 7 - Forgetful Foes

Dear Thought Bubble,

Having to document my thoughts through Thought-B right now is worst case scenario. Here's the deal: we're experiencing amnesia.

"Banana, I'm going to make you into a smoothie when this is over! The well-intentioned betrayal!" Marmie had exclaimed upon finding out Banana was helping Lester.

"Ha! But it won't be over," Lester bellowed. Then his eyes fell upon my brother. "Disheveled hair, glasses, a... duck... costume? Oh, you must be Jim."

"Hello, catfish-lover247. I knew your forum profile picture of those kittens had to be overcompensating for something. No kittens can fix your evil intentions," Jim seethed.

"Tell us where the machine is, Lester!" Crush demanded.

"Sweet, innocent, blue-haired brother, even if I did tell you... You can't get to the machine now. The syrup has every door stuck," Lester explained, and then laughed a maniacal laugh. "But I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, I might tell you. Hoo-boy, yes, tomorrow is going to be fun. Rest up," Lester said cheerily. Then he curled up on the floor of the auditorium and went right to sleep.

"And you call me mad?" Jim asked, one eyebrow raised.

"This is hopeless. When he's out, he's out. He sleeps through everything!" Crush said.

"We might as well all get some sleep then. It sounds like tomorrow is going to be a long day, y'all," Marmie suggested.

Mr. Kevin nodded firmly. "You kids sleep, I'll be on watch," he said confidently as he held onto his honey-gun.

I know, how anti-climactic. We made ourselves comfortable in auditorium seats and slept. The next morning we woke to the screeching sound of a microphone.

"Testing, 1-2-3. Is this thin- oh there we go. Laaaadies and geeeentlemen," Lester's unpleasant voice announced, only to be interrupted by Banana: "And non-binaries!" Banana added. The two were on stage, a single spotlight on them. "Please all join us on stage," Lester invited us up. We sleepily made our way over.

"You want the machine, I want the win. Years I have lived in my brother's shadow. He gets higher grades. Wins every competition, every board game. Everybody likes Crush so much better," Lester groaned.

"Gee I wonder why," Marmie mumbled.

"Tell me, Lace. Why do you like Crush so much? Is it the blue hair? What's wrong with GREEN hair?!" Lester yelled. "Sorry, getting sidetracked. Anyway. I will give you a chance. I will fight you for the location of the machine! But, we can't actually fight. I'm a pacifist after all."

"You? A pacifist?" I scoffed.

"What's a pacifist? Does that mean that he, like, likes the ocean?" I heard Harry whisper to Marmie.

"I don't believe in violence, yes. I can be evil and dominate the world without using physical violence," Lester explained. "That's why..."

Lester paused to clear his throat.

"Who's wrong, who's right, there's only one way to settle, this fight, it's a rap battle."

Marmie rolled her eyes so hard I was surprised her eyes came back.

"He's serious. He's actually serious?" I asked.

"Banana and me versus you losers," Lester dared us.

And so it begun:

"Lace are you keeping up at this pace or are you too busy staring at Crush's face? In that case, it's an easy win and you'll lose this race!" Banana attacked me.