Tales of Juniper Davidson: The Sword of Biremes

Chapter 4

          Screw my iPod. I need to get back home.

          I started to walk back. However, my eyes met with unfamiliar green scenery.
Oh great. Now I'm lost.

I glared at the bejeweled hilt in my hand. "Just what are you?" I asked aloud. Silence. Not that I was expecting an answer anyway. Sighing, I stuck my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt, the hilt along with them.
          "You handled yourself well, Davidson." I stiffened. "Uh, thanks?" I said looking up. "Lawson?" I exclaimed incredulously. There was no mistaking that bleach blonde hair, or those sparkling blue eyes. Sure, he had ditched the (horrible) suit and now donned a regular t-shirt and jeans, but there was no way that I wouldn't have remembered him.

          Was that feathers peeking out of his shirt?

          I shook my head to get rid of those foolish thoughts. I've had enough drama already.

          Suddenly, I was filled with rage. "What the heck is going on?" I yelled. "Why was there a Mr. Fedora–Medusa guy trying to kill me? What is with this hilt–thingy?" I wasn't mad, just confused and frustrated. At least, that was what I told myself.

Lawson looked over to the side with a dazed expression on his face. I snapped my fingers in front of him to get his attention. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

He pushed my hand away from his face, and smiled. His pretty, white teeth blinding me.

          "We're here, June." He told me, pointing at something in front of us, disregarding all the statements I had thrown at him. "Huh?" I asked dumbfounded. I turned around and saw my house. My jaw went slack "What? How?" I turned around to ask him, only to find that he had disappeared. "Really?" I said in disbelief. "This is the second time this has happened? Why am I such a ditz today?" I groaned.
I don't even remember walking at all!
I turned around and met my front door. I turned the door knob, surprised that it was unlocked. Well, that was one thing that went my way tonight. I had forgotten the key before I left the house. I removed my shoes and went to the kitchen to grab a light snack before heading to my room.

          Five minutes later I was munching on some potato chips as I looked at the cardboard box on my bed. Layers of tape made it seem as if it was impossible to open.
Boy was it sealed. My hands were red and sore from trying to open in, and don't get me started on my nails.
Screw this.
I grabbed a pair of scissors from a desk nearby and stabbed the living heck out of the box. Victory is mine!

           When I had made a large enough hole, I tore the box open using my bare hands like one would tear open a Christmas present.

I peered inside to see its contents.