MY FIC!!

Chapter 2

Why can't we keep our mouths shut, when we know that what we are going to say, is a curse? I mean, if we tell ourselves that the day couldn't possibly get any worse, should we expect the end of the rainbow to land in front of us. Complete with a leprechaun and pot of gold? Apparently not. I think a thunderstorm, complete with heavy winds to blow puddles into our new outfit, and cars speeding pass to throw their garbage out the window at us, should be fully expected.

"Dad! why didn't you wake me?" Mick rushed downstairs. It was 8 o'clock and her bus arrived at 8:15. "Dad? hello?" Where is he? She noticed a note taped to the fron door. It was writen on her animal writing paper. Mickey! Had to head off to work early today. I've left ten dollars for your lunch. Have a good day. Love Dad.

Figures. She searched the kitchen for the money. Nothing. She searched the living room. Nothing. Where the hell is it? ah there we go! She checked that she had all her things and headed out the door.....in time to see her bus pull away and speed down the street."Wait!" she ran after the bus, flinging a rock near to get the driver's attention. It was no use. Her stomach lurched as she watched it turn the corner and dissapear from sight. "Great great great!" she mumbled to herself. I can't be late again! Mr.Smith'll kill me!Her mind reeled as she searched it for an alternative solution. "I got it!" She stormed back in the house to call a taxi. "Why does all the @#%$ stuff happen to me?" she pondered as she looked up the number in the phone book. "There it is!" she punched in the numbers and waited for an answer. "yes! hello? Can I get a cab to 13 Fairview Terrace?" she waited for a reply "yes that's right. yes. ok thank you." she hung up and sighed. Twenty minutes? I may as well just run to school. Having made up her mind, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door and down the street. Mikela and her father lived in a quiet neighborhood. There were few smaller children there, which meant no high pitched screaming from obnoxious little twerps. Mick couldn't stand little kids, which made being an only child extra cool. Reaching the street corner, she noticed a blur of yellow speed past. "huh?" no way! It can't be! "Twenty minutes my ass!" she screeched as she raced back down the street to her driveway. "Waiiiiiiiiit!" she called desperately, flailing her arms wildly in the air. She reached it just in time. In time that is, to see her neighbor, Ms. lois, get in and the cab speed off. Taking a long, slow, deep breathe, she grabbed a firm hold of her belongings and stormed stormed down the street. Apparently, walking was her only option. Could this get any worse? She was answered by a low rumble in the distance. "What are you waiting for?" she called to the greying sky. "You know you want to. I'm such an easy target," she rolled her eyes and groaned as a tiny raindrop hit her face and rolled down her cheek. An idea started to form in that tiny brain of hers. "This is the best day in the world," she smiled. If being miserable was going to bring bad weather, perhaps being happy would bring the sun out. Right? As if! "Hey baby!" a gangly looking man....er woman......Mikela didn't know what the hell it was.....whistled and flicked it's tongue out at her. eww. She quickly sped off to the end of the road. Just 2 more blocks. She told herself. ok you're so close. She walked herself through it. Nothing more worse than that can possibly happen. Boy was she wrong. There's nothing worse than being 20 blocks from home and have a car speed past, forcing a puddle to splash all over your clothes. Which is exactly what happened. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm gonna kill someone!" she screamed to the skies. A little old lady sitting on a bench nearby looked at her skeptically."What are you staring at?!" Mick screamed "like you've never had a bad day in your life!"
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"Now, who would like to sing some barney tunes?" Mick's substitute teacher asked. Is she for real? Mick wondered. She could only stare, wide eyed at the teacher. She'd been doing so for the last two hours, her eyes stinging with tears from the lack of blinking. Why couldn't I have taken my time getting here? Must.....not......kill......myself! Why? why is she doing this to me? oh my god! WHY?! "Why what?" the teacher asked. "uh...." Mikela glanced around the room at the staring, pleading eyes of her peers. "Why do we have to sing barney stuff? How old...or young...do you think we are?" Mrs. Kit was not impressed. "Barney is very educational." her eyes glowered. "Now, Mikela, you will sing a song with me. Everyone else, listen!" Mrs.Kit began to hum and then she burst out into birdlike song:
"I love youuuuu. You love meeeee........" but Mick had her own version, and bellowed at the top of her lungs:
"I hate youuu. You hate meeee.
let's tie Barney to a treeeee
Take a ten barrel shot gun, shoot him in the head
oopsie doopsie barney's dead!!!!"
Mick smiled and bowed to the thundering applause of her classmates. "Thank you! I'll be back next week to do another," she laughed and sat down again.
"So, you think you're funny do you?" Mrs. Kit asked. Mick tried to look remorseful, but there was no hope. "Office!Now!"
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"Hello," Mick greeting the secretary. "Mrs. Kit sent me down for bitching out Barney." The secretary looked at Mikela and cocked an eyebrow. "Have a seat please. Mr. Anderson is just finishing up with another student." Mick grabbed a book from the coffee table and took a seat. The office was , surprisingly, rather inviting. It had a plant rooted to the corner between the principle's office, and the couch. The walls were painted with a warm burgundy feel. The carpet, a beige. She flipped through the magazine, not really paying attention to it's contents. What had her attention, was the voices coming from within Mr. Anderson's office. "When are you moving?" "In a month," it was a boy's voice. It sounded familiar, but Mikela couldn't place it. "Ok I think we'll just send your record to your new school ourself. If that's ok with you." Mr. Anderson questioned. "Yes that's fine." "Great! I guess that's all I need you for. You may go now." The door opened and the duo stepped out into the main office. Mikela gasped and stared at the boy. He obviously hadn't seen her, for he walked right passed her, ready to go back to class. I'm dreaming. She told herself. Her stare must've caught his attention, because he turned around at the door to face her. It was his turn to stare. Mikela finally found enough voice to say," you're moving?" Riley could do nothing but flap his mouth open and shut like a fish, and Mikela couldn't help but think that this was officially the worst day of her life

Edited by: dedicatedlgfan at: 28/1/06 13:13