Forever Blaze (Sequel to Good Match)

Chapter Three

AUTHORS NOTE IS JUST TWO FUNNY STORIES THAT HAPPENED TO ME YESTERDAY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THEM.

a/n: I'm tired and my mom kicked me off Netflix so unless I binge all 24 hours of Saturday, I'm not going to finish Friends by Sunday 12am like I wanted to ... Just because I got two zeros on reading quizzes and that brought my grade in English to a D+... at least I'm not failing. She never cared about my grades before but the one moment they're not perfect is when she asks. Butthole.

and omg I said something REALLY stupid yesterday I forgot to mention... well, two things.

First thing: At church we were picking CHRISTMAS songs. Christmas songs.

So my teacher-person was all like, "Okay, short and sweet fun Christmas songs and I'll tell you if they're on my list."

and I said, "Dude, we should do dradle dradle dradle I made it out of clay!" (is that how you spell that?)

and one of the other girls broke down because she knew I was being totally serious because for a second I forgot I'm Mormon and not Jewish, apparently xD

second thing: Okay sso my sister's class was going five minutes past us and I really wanted to go home and catch up so I could finish my quota of Friends episodes to watch, and the next episode I had to watch was Monica's and Chandler's wedding.

I told her to get out of her class and she wasn't leaving and then I pressed my head against the door, forgetting that there was a crack in the door where the children in there could hear me and the sound would echo, and said, "I just wanna go home and watch the freaking wedding and remind myself I'm going to die alone because I'm unattractive and talentless."

and my friends started laughing because they knew the children could hear me before I realized it.

Best part about this story was they were in the middle of saying a prayer when I did this. Whoops.

not reread or edited

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"No, I said that it was supposed to go right there!" Sophie shouted, whacking Keefe behind the head.

He held his arms up in defense and tried to swat her away. "I didn't know!" He shouted back.

"I told you three times!" She shouted back, her eyes widening in fury.

"Dude, what did you do?" Dex asked, coming in with a box of Sophie's stuff from when she was still in the elite towers.

"All I did was put her old school stuff box on this side of her office instead of that side," he said, pointing to exaggerate his point.

She took in a deep breath. "Now how is Edaline supposed to conjure in my desk in the right spot?"

Keefe rolled his eyes. "It's a box, Sophie. A box. Just move it."

She groaned. "Fine. But it's too heavy for me to carry." She looked at it and started to use her telekinesis to move it in the right spot. "There," she cheered, "all better!"

"Okay so the official count of times you've yelled at one of us is. . . " Dex trailed off, taking a piece of paper from his pocket and looking at it, smiling. He looked up. "Twenty-six. Keefe is in the lead with being yelled at a good eleven times. Ashla is in second place with five yells."

"You wanna be yelled at once more?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm good. I've only been yelled at three times," he said, raising his arms in defense. "Biana has been yelled at three times, Jensi once, Marella once, and Fitz twice."