Random Crap

Technoidis

Crap...how OLD is this??? Fifth grade? Sixth?

I remember Krys and I wrote it together back in FL...that would be how many years ago??

I just found the disk-drive to my old-old computer and put it in; reading all of the documents XD I was SUCH a FREAK back then!

"Brandy Harrington, of the FLORIDA Harringtons!" -Brandy Harrington of the Florida Harringtons (Krys and I used to have this THING about Brandy and Mr. Whiskers back then) ;DP Old habits die hard

The Harrington family was a very odd family indeed. Each member of the family had extremely uncommon diseases that no one else in the world had ever heard of.

Well, in the Harrington relation, there was a girl named Kirsten.

She was eleven years old and had a very, very rare, and sometimes crazing disease called Tecnoidis. It was the fear of technology, something highly annoying in the twenty-first century (It didn't help that she watched The Matrix with her dad when she was only two weeks old).

"MOM!" Kristen cried frantically. It was a normal Sunday morning - well; as normal as things get with the Harrington's.

"Mmmhmm, yes, sweetie?" Her mother replied in a distracted tone, sitting on the tan leather couch with a cup of coffee. The news was blaring from the radio next to the TV, where her brother Todd was playing his new PSP game.

"TURN THOSE OFF!" Kristen shrieked over the loud noise of the radio. Her mom got up quickly and rushed to the TV, unplugging the main switch.

"Hey!" Todd protested as the TV screen went black. "I was playing that!"

His mother looked at him with sharp eyes. "Todd, you know what electronics can do to your sister."

He chuckled. "Like the time we drove to New York to see Auntie Kennedy and Kristen chickened out riding in the car for five days so she rode her bike all the way there?"

"Yes, Todd, that is exactly what I mean." Her mother said through clenched teeth.

"Uh, hello?! I'm right here! You don't have to talk about me like I'm not two feet away from you, 'yah know." Kristen snapped. Nobody responded.

"Aaargh." She growled and stormed away, flinching away from the toaster.

"Stupid...technology...I'd better just...move back into the...caveman times..." Kristen mumbled angrily through clenched teeth as she rode her bike up the steep hill to her school.

"Kris! Why are you riding your bike? Here, hop in!" Her friend Jessica invited from a neighboring car as Kristen pulled over at the sidewalk for a red light.

She didn't have the guts to tell Jessica her disease. After all, being afraid of a toaster isn't exactly normal behavior.

"Um...no thanks...I'd rather ride my bike," Kristen stammered nervously, with a secret shudder, "After all, it's better for you..." She failed trying to sound nonchalant.

Jessica frowned for a second, trying to decipher what Kristen meant. After a while, she broke out in a grin.

"Oooh! I get it! You're going on a diet, aren't you?" Jessica asked as if she were in on a secret.

"Umm; yeah...let's go with that," Kristen murmured as Jessica waggled her eyebrows.

"Don't worry, girlie, I got you're back." She flashed Kristen a knowing smile.

The signal turned green.

"Well - see you at school!" Kristen said hastily, peddling away.

"What a gal. You know mom, I'm surprised Kris went on a diet; I'd never be able to stop myself from eating chocolate every day," Jessica shook her head and reeled her window closed as her mom drove her away.