Chapter 10: A Daydream in the life of Storm
Storm walks into Miss Kegaumongo’s Catalan class for 5th period and searches for an empty desk. She finds an available desk to sit at - it’s at the back left of the room - and throws her bag under it. Other students trickle in, but none of them sit in front of her, which is nice, because she’s short and can’t see the front of the room from there. Kega walks in a second before the bell rings.
“Hello, class,” says Kega warmly. “Welcome to your first day of Catalan class. I’ll start by calling roll. StormWalker!”
“Here,” says Storm, staring out the window.
“DarkFire.”
“Here.”
“Superbobdabes…”
It was about then that Storm’s attention is diverted from roll call. That cloud looks a little like a pair of scissors. Those are pretty sharp, I wonder how much damage you could do to a person with those? I could probably take over the school, but why would I want to do that?
Her thoughts are interrupted by Silver opening his floppy mouth loudly to say, “Bruh-chan, I once read a story about some guy who became romantically involved with a shopping cart. Storm showed it to me. I think she wrote it.”
Irritated, Storm glares at him. “First, I didn’t write that thing. And second, that guy was you, wasn’t it?” she retorts.
Silver’s hairy nostrils were the size of Bermuda. There was a small flock of parakeets living in them. He gargles, “Yeah, but you were reading it. Annnnnnd you’re a midget.”
Storm thinks about stabbing him in the neck. The blood hosing from his jugular would douse at least one desk thoroughly in a spectacular shade of crimson, and it’d be worth it to hear Silver pathetically screaming in agony while she scraped his eyes out of his sockets with a spoon. But then I’d go back to solitary confinement, and that makes my eyes itch...
With price of her eyes itching looming over her, she subsides, though she pins Silver with a murderous glare and the promise to nuke him off the face of the earth. He smirks. Life as usual.
As class continues, she toys with the idea of setting people on fire if they were covered in marshmallows. Maybe if a person was made with marshmallow skin, they’d crisp nicely from the inside out. And then I could eat them!
As she stares out the window, there is a mysterious glowing light. The blueness of the sky is faded out; a reddish glow pervades the classroom. No one else seems to notice, and Storm looks around curiously. The class seems frozen. After a bemused moment, she pushes her chair back and waved her hands experimentally in the faces of other students. As she suspected, there is no reaction.
Then there is a noisy crack of thunder, and God came down to earth to whisper in Storm’s ear. If you covered at least three people with marshmallows and set them on fire, I’d put in a good word about you to Santa.
I’m an atheist, replies Storm. And I haven’t been in one place long enough to get presents for Christmas. If you’re God, don’t you know that?
How about a good grade in math? God cajoles. C’mon...you know you secretly want to cover everyone in marshmallows. You were just thinking it a second ago.
What kind of God are you? I don’t pay attention to that kind of stuff, but aren’t you supposed to be caring? Storm tries to disguise the fact that she desperately needs a good grade in math with feigned indifference. It was the first day of school, but she already has a bad feeling about the class.
God sighs. One of his hands comes up and begins to peel his face off. Morbidly curious, Storm watches, and is disappointed to find that he did, in fact, possess a face under the rubber mask. The underlying musculature of the facial structure is always interesting to see. You got me. I’m actually the Pterodactyl King, revived from the ancient times.
You look like a human, points out Storm blandly.
The Pterodactyl King chooses to ignore her. Just please, could you cover people with marshmallows? I have no marshmallows, so I’m really bored all the time, and it’d be funny.
Why didn’t you say that in the first place? complains Storm. I wouldn’t have to waste my time on this conversation. Yeah, sure, I’ll do it, but you’d better not be lying about that math grade.
Pleased, the Pterodactyl King vanishes in a small poof of light, and with him, the strange paralysis that had befallen that class. Conversation started up again. Storm blinks, remembers what she’d said to the Pterodactyl King, and raises her hand to go to the bathroom.
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Once in the hallway, instead of making the left turn for the bathroom, she strides purposefully towards the cafeteria, where she just knows that Ernie is cooking some sort of unique confection, probably for tomorrow’s lunch. There would definitely be marshmallows in the pantry, she thinks to herself. I’ve just got to get to them.
Struck with a sudden revelation, she stops in her tracks. “Ernie is always walking between the kitchen and the pantry, so I’d get caught instantly and probably get sent to the office.” She scowls. “What I need is a distraction…”
Something catches her eye, and she moves closer to the window inside of the door that the nearest classroom sported. It appears to be a science class, and a user that bears a resemblance to Storm was filling out a worksheet, looking completely bored.
“Eggs!” Storm hisses, putting her lips to the crack between the door and the wall. “Oi, Eggs!”
Aggazaggashoofoo looks around suspiciously upon hearing her nickname called. Eventually, her eyes light upon Storm, who’s making faces at her through the window. “What do you want?” Aggs whispers back. “I’m busy.”
“I need your help on this exciting thing.”
“What kind of exciting thing? Last time we did “an exciting thing” we got chased off of that woman’s property because you wanted to -”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t need to rehash that,” Storm grumbles. “I should’ve left the bulldozer alone, but I wanted to see if it still worked! I mean, how often do you find a dead bulldozer in the woods?”
“It was covered with kudzu and spiderwebs,” Aggs points out. “And you wanted me to reach in there and find the key. We don’t even know if there was a key.”
“Anyway!” Storm interjects, irritated at being sidetracked. “There’s no bulldozers this time, so can you help?”
Aggs narrows her eyes. “What’s in it for me?”
“Uh, great personal satisfaction?” Storm suggests unhelpfully.
Aggs groans and covers her face. “Let me finish this worksheet.”
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A few minutes later, the sisters are in the hallway adjacent to the cafeteria, with Storm explaining to Aggs about the vision of the Pterodactyl King. “...so what you need to do is keep Ernie out of the pantry while I steal the marshmallows.”
Aggs puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. As the one student in the school Storm can't intimidate at least a little, she’s powerful in her own right. “No way. I don’t know Ernie.”
“But you like to cook, right? Ernie makes food, you can do the food thing. I mean, you both make weird food. There’s the appleloaf that Ernie makes, and then there’s the weird cake that you made out of Nerds, coconut shreds, and lemon juice. You’ll be great friends.”
Without further ado, Storm shoves Aggs around the corner and into the cafeteria. The door makes a loud sound behind her as it closes, and Ernie looks up. “Can I help you?”
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CONTINUES AT CHAPTER 20
CAN YOU HANDLE THE SUSPENSE
and edit: I forgot that the italics don't go through and I have to manually do that thing. Boo.
Written by: @StormWalker, except for a little bit by @R2D21999. Edited by: @StormWalker.
Users mentioned not in roll call: @StormWalker, @aggazaggashoofoo, @SuperStarsilver, @Ernie15, @kegaumongo
