I raised a brow in non-belief, though I
doubted that she could tell under my full head of
hair. “Are you being serious?” I nearly choked.
“Are you?” she countered.
Interesting. “Well, then. Since you’ve
somehow seemed to avoid a good majority of the
media, I’ll have you know that I am Theodore
Hallows.”
She blinked. “Okay.”
I shot my gaze blatantly towards the mock
solar system at shore. “Don’t you recognize that
as a photo shoot for Axle Hallows’ upcoming solo album, ‘Axe me Again When I’m Twenty
Five’?”
She peered towards the scene, but merely
returned back to me with a blank expression.
“Anyway… about your laptop, I can help fix-”
“Ha,” I spat dryly. My finger pointed to
the desolate form of my belongings. “Do you
honestly believe that is renewable?”
Her eyes widened over her cheeks dusted
in pink. “Er, sorry, I guess not-“
“It’s fine,” I deadpanned as I crouched beside the shattered computer. “I have a-”
“You have a what?”
My fingers brushed by the edge of the
keyboard, finding only vacancy. “Where is it?” I
panicked as I yanked the useless screen from the
ground.
“Wh- where is what?”
My fingers raked frantically through the
sand. “My flash-drive!” Though outwardly I appeared frenzied, I felt anything but. There was no
racing of heart or heaving of breath. It was as if
my body automatically resulted to this reaction
without consulting my mind first.
“Oh,” Antoinette mumbled in naivety. “Is
that important?”
My fingers paused at this. I sighed in exasperation, already able to conclude the uselessness
of this girl. “Yes,” I breathed, twisting my head
to face her, “It’s import-”
“What? Hey, what are you staring at?”
Hiding just behind the girl’s legs, right at
my eye level was an unemotional pair of glowing
irises. Directly below its blank stare was a plastic
device peering out from the flab of its mouth. I
glared at the beast with malice, knowing for certain that my body would be no match for its
wicked scheming. “Freckles!” I pleaded. “Save
my flash-drive before it’s too-”
Her mouth fell agape in confusion, as her
body only twisted in just enough time to watch as
the monster slurped up the last of my flash-drive.
“-Late,” I murmured, as I slouched in defeat. My eyes trailed back to the shore where
cameras flashed around my disgustingly topless
father. I sighed as I directed my attention back to
the freckled girl and her demon sheep. “I believe
you had previous intentions to help me?”
Her grey eyes lit up with implacable color
as that foolish grin of hers glued to her face. “Of
course!” she beamed. “What would you have me
do?”
Thus that’s how I ended up in my bedroom, googling the digestive system of various
barn animals, as a stranger fed laxatives to a
sheep in the form of cookie dough ice-cream. Antoinette had insisted it was the only way to make
him eat, but I doubted that as a fact considering
that the sheep had already consumed my flash
drive, and possibly a meteorite. From the appearance of my hyper realistic small-scale replica of
galactic figurines, only forty two out of forty
three asteroids were present. I decided that could
be over looked, though, as the consequences of
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