What Happens Next: Silvius' Story Pt3

Again, I gave a question, and you readers answered. Before reading this story, please read Pt1 and Pt2 so you can understand everything.
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"Fire," I responded without a sliver of a doubt, "I love fire."

"Very well," the man responded and he lead me over to the red wall. Interestingly, as we approached the wall, the other walls receded into oblivion until eventually we were standing in a single red room.   He sat me down in front of the fireplace, which had now sprung to life.

"First," he informed me, "I will have to give your magical essence the concept of fire. I will do this by teaching you a few key words. Then, we will have to train."

All that he said without speaking exactly, but more imparting the knowledge onto my brain. Suddenly, I felt more of the mysterious language washing over me. Random words sprung into my mind as the man thought-spoke to me.

"Fire is one of the basic elements. Fire can shape earth. Fire can vaporize water. Fire consumes air."

The furnace flared.

"All of the elements are equally powerful, but together they can shape creation."

The cage of the phoenix melted.

"Fire is the element of offense. Use it well."

I didn't realize I was in a trance, but I instantly snapped awake. The newly freed phoenix jumped onto my lap. A few strands of pure red energy flew from the phoenix to me.

"That means you two are now connected," the man said, "You will be able to find each other no matter where you are. Give him a name now."

"Nova," I said, "I will call him Nova."

"Good. Now, follow me to the training room."

We walked out of the room and into the major room. We exited and walked down the staircase some more. We came to another room that quite resembled the stereotypical ancient dojo.

"Here we will begin training," he said, "focus hard on summoning fire, and the words will come to you like before."

Ok, I always wanted a weapon of pure fire. Let's do that.  I envisioned holding a sword of pure flame,  and I heard the words again. This time though, they seemed clearer, and more accurate. I whispered the words, and the sword appeared.

"Woah!" the man yelled as he stepped back, "I've never seen such a brilliant display on the first try. Usually, people can barely manage more than a single spark. You have great potential."

He was suddenly cut off when a rattling went through the entire tower. We ran to the window and saw the King's men banging down the door. They burst in a moment later and started running up the stairs.

"Go," yelled the man, "I'll hold them off so you can escape."

"No, let me fight them with you."

"It's too risky, you need to escape so you can beat the king."

The men charged down the hallway as I got to the window. They started attacking the man. I wanted to help him, but he told me to run...
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This time I want you readers to again decide what to do. Does Silvius fight or run? Please leave your answer in the comments, and I will get back to you soon with part 4.

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What Happens Next: Silvius' Story Pt2

I put the first part of this story out on the blog a bit ago (you can read it here if you haven't yet) and you chose for Silvius to go with the hermit. Well, here you go.

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I figured I could get back home quite fast, so I followed the hermit. We walked out of the clearing and he turned his head.

"Try to keep up!" he challenged. 

Then, he surprised me by transforming into a wolf! Not to be outdone, I chased after him while becoming a wolf as well. We ran through the forest at great speeds, into areas I've never been. Finally, we reached a cliff. I thought that was it, but instead he hurled himself off. He's crazy, I thought, until I saw an eagle go swooping up. I followed his example, and now we were soaring through the clouds. We flew for about 15 minutes before coming to rest on a tower far out in the mountains.

We both changed back into our natural selves. I had a million questions, but something told me he wouldn't take kindly to them. We walked down a long staircase until we reached something that resembled a living room. We sat down, and the hermit spoke.

"I am sure you have many questions," he said, "and they will be answered in due time, but for starters, just know this. The skill you posses, as you have seen, is certainty rare, but not unique. In time you will come to learn other powers. You will also be able to morph into bigger and more magical creatures. I came to find you as soon as I noticed the King's men coming to meet you. The king has captured almost anyone who had this power and used them to enforce his will. I am one of the few living people to have escaped. I will train you now so you can better defend yourself against the king."

"That sounds amazing," I responded, "but what will become of my father?"

"They will most likely leave him alone."

"And also, you mentioned magical creatures, are those a thing?"

"Why of course they are, I will introduce you to my pets shortly."

"Finally, what are you even going to train me in?"

"Well, I'm not the most skilled magician there is, but I will teach you a type of elemental magic. One is all I will have time for, so you will have to chose. I will also give you a pet that is affiliated with that element."

I still had plenty of questions I wanted answered, but I followed him into another room. I was overwhelmed by what I saw in there. It was pentagonal; each side had a different color. One wall was red, and had a fireplace, furnace, and on a perch, was a still flame. Another wall was open to the outside. It had wings hanging on a wall, and hanging over the edge, was a griffin in a cage. The third wall was painted brown. It contained a small hill, and a snake in another cage. The final wall was somehow a window into the ocean. There was a coral reef infiltrating from the wall, and a cage containing a horse with a fish tail.

"As I said," the man acknowledged, noticing my interest, "you must choose only one element to be
trained in. Maybe someone else will train you in others. If you chose fire, you will get a phoenix as a pet. If you choose air, you will get a griffin as a pet. If you choose earth, you will get a basilisk. And if you choose water, you will get a hippocampus.
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Again, I want you readers to make this choice. What element should Silvius train in. Please respond in the comments with earth, air, fire, or water, and I will write a third part based on your choice.

The Great Band War

The air was humid and dry with the sounds of battle all around. The tuba's blasting, full fire of metal and steel bullets.

  

Ok, I might get how you don't get what I'm talking about. Maybe in your dimension, musical instruments don't mean war weapons. Maybe you play music that people like hearing... but here, it's much different.

Let's start with the facts. What to start with, what to start with... oh, ok. Let's start with what type of weapon the instruments are most like. Our clarinets are like your spearmen, they lead the charge with many waves to wear down the enemy. Now, a very important instrument of war, the oboes. These are terrible to go up against. They play normal sounds and destroy the ears of enemies, which makes them venerable. Now the flutes, these guys usually stay mostly out of sight and blow little poisonous blow darts out of their instruments. Alright, let's talk about the grenade launchers, or should I say, the saxophones. They take out the groups quickly for less trouble. Now to the trumpets, these dudes are pretty important. They are the classic medics, they blow out of their horns and press different valves for different types of medicine. The baritones, they are the anti aircraft. They have good accuracy to shoots down planes and such. Don't worry, we are almost done just two more, but these two are inportant. First there is the trombone. These people stay back and guard the flanks. Trombones are like your snipers. Last and not least, there is the mighty tuba. The few tubas we have are like your bazookas. They blast tanks and enemies in bunches. Tubas are one of the most important battle instruments around.

''Smells terrible out here. You can smell the gunpowder of the saxophones,'' mentioned lieutenant
Cody, leader of the trumpets.

''Alright boys, move in. The baritones need our help. The battle planes took most of them out, but there is still Captain Klindy.'' The trumpets moved out, dodging the occasional trombone shot. The enemy had their trombones set up on the left mountain, avoiding most of the war and just sniping. Little did they know that the 4th Calvary clarinets were on the way. The plan was to attack from the left flank, taking them by surprise and keeping them at close range, just to spear them.

''141 left side,'' shouted the spotter of the tubas. The crack of the tuba roared as it spotted the lone flute group.

''Looks as if they want to surprise attack our trumpets healing the baritones.''

''Lets take 'em out!'' The ear-shuttering din of the blast as the tuba took out the group in one swift shell.''

''Nice shot commander,'' the spotter said while scoping in to find the next group of eniemies.

''We have almost taken them all out, lets keep pushing one by one, and we will win this war.'' All the spotter could do was nod in amazement as the enemy forces were being pushed back. This young commander's name was private Brian Lonewheather. He was truly inspired watching the epic battle, the clarinets taking out the first waves, the trombones one shell at a time taking the enemy's defenses to town. The giant, golden, tubas roaring as they took out every single infantry, Calvary, or tank. It truly was, a great win for the...

''Private Brian, look out! Rocket coming 23 west!'' Its was too late, was he gone? He can't be... he was just a kid. The private roared out of the rubble standing strong, only to see the tubas get overrun and retreat, to see the last clarinet get taken out, the groups of enemy saxophones destroying every bit of remaining forces we had.

What had happened!? We had it, we had everything done and ready to celebrate. He heard a crunch behind him and what he saw before him was truly terrifying, the barrel, of an SS47 base drum staring right at him.

''Nice try,'' the private mummered.


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Should I continue with a sequel? 

How 2012 Should Have Ended

These are my thoughts on how the 2012 movie should have ended.

I think that when they were at the airport they should have jumped on the plane, but have someone fall off the plane. Then have the main character reach for him but end up falling with the other man. But when the rest of the family gets to China, the plane ends up crash landing. The kids and the mom live  when it crashes. Some Samurais come and try to kill the rest of the family, but the mom punches one of the samurais. She pics up the katana and kills all of the samurais. After she dose that the army comes and shoots the mom and the rest of the family.  The family becomes zombies. Then the dad bites a train conductor. He becomes a zombie. The world becomes zombies.  The zombie family becomes a family again but as zombies.

  That is what I think should have happened.





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The meaning of life

Taco Bell has never really been just food. Taco Bell can attract people in just a matter of minutes. I mean, that new $5 box was a great improvement. After that, they added a PlayStation VR ( virtual reality) give away. That was mind blowing. Did you even know there is a Star Wars Battlefront game x-wing flyer in VR that you control that has something to do with Rogue One?! That's beside the point. The point is, that I realized that the meaning of life is not to find self enjoyment or help the earth be a better place. None of that hippy dippy baloney. The true meaning of life is to .......................................................... Eat Taco Bell.
 It all makes sense. Ever since Taco Bell made its first taco, it's been calling for attention. The only reason it steals people's ideas like my Dorito taco and Cheesy Gordita Crunch, which were my ideas, is that they need them. No ideas, no tacos. No tacos, no life. No life, no meaning.

Don't Lose Your Shoe

Don't lose your shoe.

If you lose your shoe you'll spend time trying to find it. Which will make you late for school. And you will most likely be embarrassed when you walk into the classroom of judgmental pre teens, which throws you off track for the rest of the day. You will not focus as well. And you'll get bad grades, because your luck is so bad. And that day, you had a huge test and you failed. Which makes your mom angry. We all know when your mom is angry, it's the end of the world. So that sucks for you.

Your mom grounds you. Your grounded which means no computer, no friends, and no phone. That means you officially have no friends.

And now that you have no friends, you are lonely. Now, you're not doing well in school and never will.

Now, you have a bad job, and when you have a bad job you don't get money. Or, you don't get a good house or car because you have no money. Because you can't afford good food, you now have heart cancer and can't afford the hospital, so you eventually die.

So don't lose your shoe.

I'm not scared...

It was Halloween  time at night. It was dark outside. There was a grandpa here. He was going trick or treating with his grandson. I got a lot of candy with my grandpa and there was this big scary pumpkin. I do not know if it was a pumpkin. My family and I went in a haunted house. It was scary for my family, but I was not scared at all. The name of the haunted house was the Hell Scream. My brother and sister did not come in because they were scared, so my cousin stayed with them.    At night I went trick or treating with my pet snake.  We went to a haunted house because we love haunted houses. Does everyone gets scared when they go to a haunted  house ? Yes they do, but not me. There could be spiders and mummies and rattle snakes. All people get scared.

Ease

(This is the continuation of the preview I posted earlier this week. I hope you enjoy.)


A gentle smooth breeze gracefully wafted from the clouds, and calm jade grass swayed at the distubence. A short, red haired woman stood up from the grass. Her posture was sturdy but as the sun hid at the horizon she seemingly melted to the ground. Her knees rested on soft grass leaving a slight green residue  on her legs, and her thin hands cupped her eyes. Tears rested in the bowl of the woman's palms before seeping through her fingers and falling like rain. The sun was no longer in view and the sky was a lavender color. Another tall figure entered, her hair a matted blonde tangle at the nape of her I neck. She kneeled down and brought her finger the short woman's chin, raising it slightly. The red haired woman's eyes where puffy and red with tears now as she gained volume in her cries. The blonde woman grew worried and tried to hush the other to no avail. Her cries soon diminished into silent hiccups, bouncing her red ringlets. She pressed into the other woman's chest hugging her waist for comfort.

 The taller woman stroked the shorter woman's hair; it was smooth as silk. She weaved her fingers through hair of splendor. Each breath the taller took was comfort to the red haired maiden. She could hear the air filling her lungs and every time it escaped.

"After all we've been through you act as if I'm a stranger, Why?" The tall dame's voice coed in a hushed tone. She let out a slightly disappointed sigh.

"I thought you where gone... I though I'd never get you back." The hands of the red haired woman clinched the bonde's sides. Pale fabric between her fingers. "How do I know your not a lie," tears seeped from her eyes and her voice seemingly broke.

"Try as you might but you can't get rid me," the blonde's tone was sincere, melodic and had and undertone of nostalgia. She grinned as she was released from the hug and stared at with eyes blue green in tone.        


"You.... rembered?" Eyes wide with shock,  the short woman dumbfoundedly murmured. A nod was returned and memories flowed back from a time when the women where young.

"Of course" the blonde smiled.



"Catch up buttercup" The blonde girl mocked. 

"Baylie !" The amer haired girl scolded. "I told you not to go so fast!" 

"Well I told YOU not to go so slow" Baylie snorted walking backwards. The amber haired girl's blue green eyes rolled in their sockets. "I just don't want to be late, you know I hate that Austin." 
  Austin sighed, her red hair falling as she stopped to catch her breath. "Yeah..." she stood up again and jogged to catch up. Her short stature made running long distances a chore. Baylie walked at a slow pace. "Is everything ok with you and your mom? I know it's been hard for you... I can tell that's the reason you've started hanging out with me... for someone to understand." Austin looked over seeing Baylie's eyes watering. "Sorry I me-"  


"It's fine," Baylie wiped her eyes dry. "Mom has been a hassle, she hates me now... I wish it never happened." Austin looked downcast. "It's all your fault!" Beleigh knocked Austin over. 

"For what? I wanted you happy and you don't want to be?!" Austin pleaded not noticing the scrapes and sharp pain on her right arm. Her eyes widened as she felt her right elbow bleeding. "If you think it's my fault why do you stay!" Austin's voice cracked as her eyes bubbled tears. 
    
"Because your..." Baylie's tone hushed "your... I-I" her rosy cheeks were wet. Austin stood up the scrapes didn't hurt anymore. She reached up and wiped Baylie's cheeks.             
       

"It's ok," Austin's tone was truly motherly. "We don't want to be late do we?" She smirked at Baylee  understandingly. 

"Y-yeah," Baylee smiled wiping her cheeks again. 


The two walked  beside each other getting to the small coffee shop, they watched as the door opened and they walked in. The two sat at the same table. 

"You ok?" Austin asked seeing the distress in Baylie's baby blue eyes. 

"I'm fine," she replied before the waitress came over and they ordered. 

  "Are you sure?" Austin grabbed one of the complementary croissants in the center of the table; for people who came early. 
  "I'm fine, why do care so much?why can't you leave me be?" Another croissant was taken by Baylie and she shoved it into her mouth.

"Because your my friend, and try is you might you can't get rid of me."  She smiled. Following was a pause long that never wavered. The waitress came back two beverages and a small box in tow.  "Thank you" Austin grabbed the box and drinks placing them on the table. "Baylie our coffee is here." Baylie was distant as she stared out the window.

"Do you understand how hard it is?" Baylie didn't change her glance.   

"How hard what is?" Austin grabbed her coffee and a small sugar packet. Baylee clinched her teeth. 

"To say..." her words trailed. Austin tilted her head in confusion. "To say I- I," she took a deep breath out.  Then in a hushed tone she said something that made Austin's mouth dry, "to say I really like you."     
  
Austin almost dropped her coffee as she brought her hands to her mouth. She was at a loss for words. "Am I really the reason? The reason why she... no... really?" Her mind spun before it reeled in to speak.  Austin looked at Baylie a few strey tears away from her eyes. Austin leaned over the table to wipe her companion's cheeks and look her in the eyes.  


The women grinned at each other.

"I remember that day," The red haired woman said her hand brushing loose hair from blocking her view. "I wish I had told you how much you meant to me, how much THAT meant to me."

"Austin it's fine, it wasn't your fault." The blond woman said holding her companion's shoulder she rubbed it gently. The intent to soothe in mind along with a nagging feeling.

"I could've told you before it happened," Austin whispered. She clutched the other woman's sides again.

"No one could've known the fire would happen. Not even you," Tears welled in the blondes eyes as she spoke.




   The cool night air wafted past Baylie as she walked to her porch step. She was refreshed yet she had an inkling that something was wrong. Her backpack felt heavier on her shoulders. She placed her key in the lock and sighed. As she pushed the door open then she waved back at Austin, who was walking to her own house. 

  Baylie turned around and her face turned pale. Her mother stood sturty and her hands rested on her  hips. Her eyes seemed to burn Baylie's own. "Don't you have anything to say?" Her mothers voice was so powerful and any hint of her being motherly was gone.  

   "No mother, I was just getting some help after school at the library with Austin. Is there anything wrong with that?" Baylie placed her backpack on the recliner and walked to the kitchen to make dinner. She looked back at her mother whose face cringed toward her nose.   

"Anything ELSE?" Her mother tried to milk the situation for what it was worth, but you can't milk a cow that isn't there. 

"No mother," Baylie rolled her eyes grabbing her apron and putting it on. She went to the fridge and grabbed the ingredients for a brothy chicken soup. She gathered some celery, some leftover rotesery chicken, and noodles. "Chicken soup ok ma?" Her hand instinctively grabbed her chopping knife and a celery stalk.  

Baylie's mother let out a sigh. "It's fine Baylie," the words seemed bitter and hissed through cliched teeth . Baylie felt her arms shake momentarily and closed up the windows. She scowled seeing the large heater on.  

"Mom you turned on a heater with the windows open!" She sneered at her mother. She unplugged the heater and trotted back to the kitchen to cut celery. Her mother was embarrassed.

"Why do you care?" Baylie's mom snorted going to the sink and staring into the pool of dirty water and dishes.  

  "I dunno, maybe it's because last months power bill made it so we had a hard time getting our car fixed and putting food on the table!" Baylie's voice slowly raised and her chopping got faster before a long exhale. Her mother was speechless. 

"How dare you-" Her mother started  
  
"Dare I what! How dare I make dinner, and clean the dishes and all the house hold chores AND manage to keep an A in all my classes so I might get a scholarship!" Her eyes where heavy with tears that refused to fall. She poured chicken stock haphazardly into the pot. "How dare I try to improve our poor lifestyle." Her mother gasped and seemingly groweled at her daughter with total rage.  Baylie walked to the sink and washed  her hands of celery before she grabbed the towel off the oven door and dried her hands off. She placed the greasy  towel a little too close to the gas stove. It hug in a pan of bacon fat.   

"Oh really you do all the work! I do-" Baylie's mother paused to ponder what she did for the household. "I pay for the house! I pay for the roof you live under young lady!" 

"Pfft hardly." Baylie said to herself quietly beginning to chop up chicken after throwing the celery in chicken stock.


The towel lit 

  

"Baylie I'm sorry. I wish I had been there for you." Austin murmured clinging to Baylie.


"I know, I forgive you." Baylie stroked Austin's hair and as she got further down her fingers weaved through the ringlets.

 

The towel started to burn and lead the fire from the gas stove to the pan of bacon grease and I became some what of a fire ball. Baylie and her mother yelled at each other spitting venom. The argument ad distracted from the fire until- 

"BAYLIE WHAT THE HECK, WHY IS THE STOVE ON FIRE!!!!" Baylie's mother spat angrily and smoke started to fill the air. Baylie's mother then grabbed a dirty pot of mucky water and poured it on the fire.  

It didn't work and the fire spewed small hot drops of grease and flew hitting the wall and Baylie.

"MOM!" Small seering  drops of fire stung Baylie's bare arms. "YOU DONT PUT OUT A GREASE FIRE WITH WATER-oowwwww!" The damage was done to her arms as she tried to wipe it away. The drops had all spread fire dancing along the walls and smoke filling the house. Baylie tried to run to her phone to call 911 but her mother blocked her.  

"WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!" Baylie's mother screamed.  

"Mom please!" Baylie pleaded trying to push by getting pushed over. She began to hack and cough and her mother pressed her on the floor. 




Austin looked towards Baylie whom  looked downcast as the jade grass. "It's not your fault either," Austin reassured stroking her friends cheek calmly.

"I wish I could say it was... so I could say I was the problem and I was fixed," Baylie smiled snickered to herself a few stray tears dancing from her eyes. "But the problem is still out there, somewhere..." she started to laugh, "I wish she had gone down with me."

Austin tried to calm Baylie to no avail, she remembered something...


Austin sat in the remains of the burnt home of her best, her ONLY friend. She simply cried and looked around the charred remains. Baylie's mother had left the house Scott free with some minor burns but Baylie had passed away from smoke inhalation. Baylie's funeral was canceled soon after it was announced but that wouldn't change the date they gave out her objects that had survived the fire. Austin stood up and explored the house. It was somewhat distopian and barren. Everything was charred, warped or reduced to charcoal.
  
  She explored for awhile looking at everything she was so used to seeing when she came over. She sighed opening the warped door to Baylie's room dispite the lack of walls around it. She came in and saw the warped bedframe covering a shiny metallic object. She criously walked to it and picked it up. It was a small box with out a lid... must have been cardboard. She looked at the side of the box seeing the words "For whom I love" carved into it in sloppy cursive. She was startled and frankly enthused. She looked in the box seeding a velevet coated mini box covered in a ziplock bag. She questioned the dicicion to open it. 

She pondered before knowing what to do. She pulled the velvet box from the bag and she sat on the floor. She sighed before opening it her hands quivered and her fingers shook. She managed to open it. The boxes content made her want to cry. A small napkin with a white coffee bean pattern on it, and words where scribbled on it in pen. A small plastic dinosaur ring, and the most heart breaking was a folded picture. 

She didn't know what to look at first but decided the picture would be best. She unfolded it and found it to be a photo of Austin and  Baylie sitting next to each other on a bench. It didn't hurt as much as what she saw next. The napkin was her last stop and opening it brought her to tears. It read:

Why? Why do I feel this way? Its not your fault ... not at all... I just want you to know, I love you. 

Austin sobbed and tucked the napkin in her breast pocket and slid the ring on her finger. She smiled felling her chest burn and twist.  
  "I love you too," her hoarse voice was drowned out buy the silence of the air and she started to walk home. Her feet rhythmically tapped the ground meeting the slow beet of her heart. She stared at the green plastic dinosaur ring on her ring finger, it was hard to focus and her eyes where too dry to cry anymore. 

 Austin tussled about trying to find the napkin or ring. Her had struck something hard in what seemed to be a pocket  on her white clothes. She pulled out the ring. "Was this for me?" She brought it into view so Baylie could understand and she simply nodded.

"Yeah.. that was for you," Baylie smirked. "I'm glad you found it."

"I am too..." Austin stared at Baylie and hugged her genuinely.

"I love you..." Baylie whispered.

"I love you too," Austin grinned and the stars finally came out in the sky.

What Happens Next: Silvius' Story Pt1

"I'm going hunting!" I yelled to my father Valan on my way out the door. I grabbed my bow and arrows even though I didn't need them. I walked to the woods and dropped my bow and quiver, doing the same thing I did that night one month ago.
   
That night, I was washing the dog wondering what it would be like to be a dog. Suddenly, I heard a clear voice in my head speak a foreign language. The language felt true and I knew I should say it aloud. I did.

Instantly, I felt myself getting shorter. I fell down on all fours, fur sprouting over my body.  I was a little scared, and I didn't know how to change back again. Then, my dad called. I tried to focus on my true form when I heard the voice again. I spoke it and reverted.

Today, I chose to be an eagle. I spoke the words, and took flight. I flew until I spotted a deer. I landed and became into a bear for an easy kill. Finally, I reverted to my true form. As soon as I did, a hermit walked up to me clapping. "Impressive," he said, "Come with me. I want to show you something."

Then I heard my name being yelled from back home. "Silvius, come here!"

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This was the first installment of a book I will write on the blog. I want you, the readers, to chose what will happen next. Will Silvius go with the hermit, or go home? Please choose one and leave your choice in the comments.

The Struggle Is Real

I was seventeen when I first got a job at a Timmy's in California. I only worked there for a week this month, but let me tell you, it was not my métier. The job application looked very thorough, so I thought it was a good idea. I was wrong. Using big words, they deceived people and lured them into applying for the job. They used words like "conviviality " and "excogitate."

 I contemplate, Alex, was it worth it? No freaking way. My mom told me that morning "Get a job! You just sit here all day trying to learn how to Jiju on the Beet! I'm not sure that dance is very appropriate young man!" Classic Mom.

 I was working under minimum wage with only a few tips an hour! I wasted the whole day bawling the word "TIMMY'S!" every time someone walked through the door.

Timmy's is a worse version of the popular restaurant Chipotle. The place loses thousands of dollars every single day. And only the most aggravating customers saunter through the door. And don't forget, the divas.

"I need a half-vegan-half-meat steak burrito with half a cup of pinto beans and lettuce sitting exactly one inch from the beans with gluten-free whole wheat bread. It needs to be warmed to exactly 110°. Also I need some croutons with that aannnddd with seven seconds of it under black light. Also some wild boar farm tomatoes. And the best hot salsa you've got."

"You want the North Pole too?" I joke.

"EXCUSE ME?! Do you know who I am?! I'm Mercedes Pendragon! Ya! Pendragon! I practically own this restaurant! The costumer is alsways right! Now... hurry up Jeeves." 

Albeit she was annoying, I couldn't afford getting fired on my first day. And right in that moment, my co-worker Ali walked up to her.

"O-M-G Mercedes! Hey girrll! I gotcha!" This wasn't Ali's normal voice. She sounded like any annoying valley girl. She the proceeded to walk to the back with her "special burrito". Nightmare then sashayed her way out of the restaurant while clicking her Loubotins loudly as she jumped into her S-Class Mercedes-Benz Sedan. Satan-in-human-form also left without paying.

"That's Mayor Pendragon's daughter. We have to serve her, or else we all get fired. She's a real @*!$&." Pessimistic Ali is back.

I wasn't so fortunate with the next costumer to have Ali save me. She was like BMW or Maserati or whatever her name was, but wasn't a diva. She was worse. She was an extreme-couponer.

"Of course sweetie, I'll get your burritos for you... no I love you... kisses!" The maniac grandma then began to kiss her phone so she would "leave her kisses in her husband's ear." The restaurant closed in about twenty minutes, so this was probably my last costumer.

"Do you work here?"

"I'm literally right behind the counter..." 

"Good, well I just want a 10 plain barbacoa burritos."

"That's it?" I said sarcastically.

"Yes kind young man." Clearly she didn't catch on.

 So I started to make the ten burritos. Since there was no one else in the store, I didn't explain to her that she should have called ahead. The lady then has the nerve. She has the nerve! To pull out a portfolio of coupons.

"Whacha doin?"

"Well, how do you think I'm going to pay for all of this?" She then grabs every chips and cookies and says to ring them up.

 "Ring them up please."

"All that stuff plus the ten burritos?!"

"Actually, I want all the ingredients also."
 I ring up all the food, and you won't believe the total.

"Well, since you bought our entire store... Your total comes to five thousand two hundred eighty-four dollars and sixty-nine cents. I smirked knowing she couldn't pay for it, but she lifted her portfolio and tapped it twice.

The coupons fly out! Left! Right! I'm on a surprise episode of Extreme Couponing! The lady was probably going for the world record! After about five hundred coupons fly out, she looks at me like I'm actually going to ring them up!

"No way lady! The store closed like ten minutes ago! I refuse to do this!"

The lady went home, and didn't actually report it to my boss! The next time though, I lost hope for a decent job.

"Can I have a water cup?"

"Ya sure kid. Here ya go." 

The kid makes his way over to the fountain and dabs. Then fills it with Coke. Coke!

"Hey kid, that's a water cup. If you want a soda, you have to pay for it." 

The kid just glared at me and then began to fill it with Dr. Pepper while still looking at me!

"That's it! I'm freaking done with this!"

I dramatically stormed out the door. Tesla or Porsche would be proud.

One tip of advice. Don't work in fast food. Ever.