Chapter Nine.

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"Why, hello you little shits."

The eleven Elements stared at Elora, eyes wide, jaws on the ground.

"H-how are you here?" Grecia stammered. "It takes thirteen da-"

"I used the hydroelectric laser gun 2000. It worked like a charm."

"So we see."

"Well? No cheering?"

"Woohooo. We are so proud of our geeky little girl. Good job on surviving in your world."

"Gracias, gracias. I didn't want to leave, but I got lonely. Thank the gods for still having this key. I can go back whenever I want to."

"Great! We won't have to deal with you!" Shouted Mr. Shit.

"Shut it, Jace Theshit. Or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else I'll eat your cupcake."

"Aw hell nah! No one touches my cupcake except for me."

"Alright. Just keep quiet."

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Nixton kicked a pile of leaves out of frustration.

He was hoping for one good day. Just one.

Too bad he never had that type of luck.

Freaking Elora had come back.

Why?

Why her?

He slammed his fists against a tree, causing some eyes on him.

He didn't know why he hated Elora. He just did.

"Oh my gosh, bioluminescence algae!"
"Oh my gosh, a telescope!"
"Viva la Pluto, fuck you!"
"Actually, infiltrate means to enter or gain access to."
"That was said a bit acrimoniously."

"Can't Elora just die already?!"

Great for him, Elora walked by just as he said that.

"I'm sorry, but why did you say that?" She asked calmly.

"I-I hate you! Everyone here does!"

"Oh. Bien si es así como todos ustedes se sienten, entonces me iré a morir."

Nixton watched as she walked off.

He didn't have a clue as to what she said, but he doubted that it mattered.

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