The Firefly Field Theory

|5| What Is Locked Up In Our Rooms?: Part I

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PART I:

I take a deep breath.

"No!", I declare in manner that deserves attention.

"Man I can't wait to head home, just one more day. Pizza is great and all but eating it for a week has made me officially sick of it." Bravo the ever so aloof says right after my noteworthy declaration.

I place my plate of pizza breakfast on the wooden center table and raise my voice a little more, "Are you listening to me?"

Bravo seated on the ground with her back against the base of the sofa turns to look at me "Well, I can hear you talking."

"I am not going anywhere with you guys, I won't be a part of your stupid plans anymore." I say with determination.

She stands up and stretches out a little before saying, "We didn't exactly ask for your opinion so just shut up and go with it."

Apparently, my determination fails to make impact on them. Z doesn't look up from the magazine he's reading and Wall-e continues eating his pizza breakfast.

I stand up urgently, "No, I will not just shut up and go with it, you guys can't just drag me along into your weird ass plans like I am some sort of toy."

"So you made up your mind about that?" She asks in a dead tone, looking away from me.

"I made up my mind about you asshats when you kidnapped me and forced me to take part in this stupid plan."

"Forced?' Z looks up from his magazine, proving that he is in fact tuning in to this too.

"So what you are saying is you don't want to help us anymore?" asks Bravo. But before I can answer this rhetorical question she turns around to face me. And catches me off gaurd, under her brows, the edges of her culvilinear eyelids are rimmed with thick black spiderlashes. Which look like implanted butterflies, her forehead is wide and her lips a thin soft line barely noticeable in comparison to her intensely loud eyes.

"I don't. I wasn't even going along with this in the first place but you didn't even bother telling me what the hell was going on."

"Do you recall her asking any questions?" She turns to ask Z.

"No, she sorta didn't say anything so I thought she was okay with it." Z answers without looking at me.

"No way in hell was I okay with it!" I yell back." You guys weren't even listening to me just ordering me around. This whole thing was completely pointless and stupid. If you wanted a summer time job or something, you loons would look way better in McDonald uniforms than in costumes of mutated amphibians."

"Reptiles." She says unaffected by my yelling at her, I don't understand the look on her face.

"What? Don't take me so lightly dammit!"