Stephanie and Her Premature Armageddon.

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 

There were explosions! Grenades were being thrown! Live fire was heard whizzing though the air. The tackety-tack-tack of the assault rifles was deafening, and Stephanie could hear the yells and screams of men caught under fire. Segments of commands were barley audible. She heard bellows of, “Stick him! Stick him!”, ”Grab the BR!”, ”Sniper!”, and “throw the re-gen!”. She knocked on the door and pushed it open gently.

            “Hello, boys!” She chimed at the room full of riled and hyped up boys before the Xbox 360.

            “Hey, Steph!” called John.

            “Hey, you!” Danny said.

            “What up girl?” Jonas said. Caleb merely grunted and nodded his head.

            “Well I was just on my way to the DC, and was wondering if any of you would like to join me?” She asked, referring to the dinning commons, which was the on campus cafeteria. The boys were still intent on their game.

            “We’ll be done in, like, three minutes. I was just going to finish this game an-”

            “They have baked potatoes.” Stephanie said enticingly.

            “I’m in!” Said Danny, dropping his controller and jumping out the door.

            “But what about your team, man?” Called Jonas.

            “John can dual-wield controllers. I know how much he wanted to work on that.” Danny replied. “Besides, I never liked infection games. They’re not like actual zombies would be.” And with that he strode out the door, only to walk back in seconds later and grab his lanyard and key from behind the door. “Oops.” He said raising his eyebrows and trying not to look embarrassed.

            “Ready?” Stephanie asked.

            “Yeah, we’re good.” Smiled Danny, and he began down the stairs. John grabbed the other controller and sprayed fire wildly at his opponent, booming, “I MAKE IT RAAAAAAAAAIN!!!”

            Stephanie smiled and rolled her eyes. “Bye, silly boys.” she said with a wave, slipping out the door. She strolled up the hill a ways across a parking lot to see Danny about to walk into the courtyard of another dorm called Van Kampen, (or VK for short).

            “Come ooooon!” He called. “You walk so sleeeeooow!” He mocked. Danny was a somewhat short person with blonde wavy hair like the kind seen from the fifties. His less than bulky build showed no athletic prowess in himself, and he had probably never been to a gym before in his life. In a word, he was a nerd. Though he had no speech impediment, nor dorky glasses, when anyone had a question, they usually went to Danny.

            “Well if that’s how you feel, I’ll race you there.” Stephanie said with a challenge.

            “Only if we start now, and you promise not to run.” Replied Danny.

            “Yeah, sure.” She said sarcastically. “Besides, why are you calling me slow when you take forever to make your precious baked potatoes.”

            Danny raised his hands as if settling a crowd. “Now, now, you can’t rush art.” He said. “You know, I’d sell them and pay my way through college if they didn’t taste so darn good.”

            Stephanie chuckled at his bizarre ambition. He looked at her and puffed up his chest. “You can’t deny that I am a spud sculpting stud,” he said with pride.