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Chapter 3

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Chapter 3:
Summary:
Ezra Merkindes and Portia Cru had just arrived at the awards plaza and had just sat down.
Ezra's P.O.V.

A caw of a crow could be heard as I scanned the barren desert horizon. My trusty partner, Hickory, stirred beneath me, and gave a quiet whinny. This was it, the final duel between house shadow and house light. My final words as I knelt before my king were "I will fight for thine honor until death deems me done." And for those word I will fight against the evil lights once and for all. All of a sudden a glowing dot appeared in the atmosphere. "Oh no," I accidentally said out loud, "they brought their plasmatroninator 34000." It landed in front of me, steam rushing from the exit hatch of the saucer shaped air ship. As I observed it, noting that it was last years model, a sound emerged from the steam. "Ezra, Ezra...EZRA!"

I awoke with a jolt as I looked around at our surroundings. Oh yeah, Awards Day. A slightly annoyed Portia sat next to me with a small scowl on her face.

"Finally Ezra! Do tell me, how was your nap?" She spat at me. Nap, what nap? Ohhh. I remembered my dream. "I had to people watch without you, Ezy!" Portia pouted.

"I'm sorry, 'Tia, I had to get up early to get myself ready then head over to a certain SOMEONE's house to then help them get ready." I retorted. You may be wondering, "Why isn't she having a PTSD episode if you two are arguing?" Well, Portia has good days and bad days. Throughout the years, I've learned how to read what kind of day it is, on good days, she can witness full on fistfights and can argue like there is no tomorrow, on bad days, even a simple glare can set her off. Plus, her good days and bad days normally are affected my my mood that day, so if I'm in a good mood, like I am today, even if it is a bad day for Portia, it won't be quite as bad and if it is a good day, it's almost like she doesn't have it. Also, Portia (thankfully) know that if she can't take it, then she shouldn't give it, so if she is the one instigating arguments and starting debates, also like today, then she won't have a PTSD episode.

"I never asked for your help, Ezy!" Portia countered.

"Oh please, when I came over to your house, you were crying because you didn't have anything to wear. And per say you did realize that you, in fact, have quite a lot to wear, you would still show up in an outfit that clashes so badly, eyes would bleed." I argued (Portia has terrible fashion sense, despite her looks).

"Fine." Portia stuck out her tongue childishly. She turned away and gave me the cold shoulder. Dear goodness, this girl. I thought mentally face palming myself. Fortunately, it was just then that my metaphorical knight and shining armor appeared.

"Oh Portia~, guess who just got here." I taunted.

"Your demise?" Portia guessed fake hopefully.

"Not quite, more like a certain someone named Mason Phorinda." I teased.

"Omg really?!?" She asked dead seriously, craning her neck and looking around desperately. Let me explain, Portia has had a MONSTEROUS crush on this kid named Mason Phorinda since, like, forever. She even has their wedding completely planned out in her head. A little ridiculous? Yes. Probably unhealthy? Almost definitely. But, I'd rather her obsess over a boy than think about how unfortunate her life has been. Again, a little ridiculous? Yes. Probably unhealthy? Almost definitely. But hey! It works so I'm not changing anything.

I heard a small gasp and a sigh as Portia's eyes finally found what they were searching for. Yes there was THE Mason. With his messy dark brown and warm brown eyes, not to mention generally good nature and tall athletic build, I could see where she was coming from. Not to mention, he knew what he looked good in, wearing a white dress shirt with a small dark blue anchor pattern, Khakis, and dress shoes.