The STD Trace

9. When All Comes Tumbling Down and Not in HD

(AN: I know it is super short, but bear with me, it was hard work just to get time to write this tad bit. If you find an error, point it out. If it freaking sucks as a chapter, let me know. Trust me, I won't mind. But, to make me feel better about my horrible life, please VOTE AND COMMENT. It REALLY means a lot to me after I did such hard work. Thank you and I appreciate you all, seriously.)

The world was wet and white, surrounded by thousands of snowflakes, covering the expansive land. Up above my eyes was the very thing I feared the most… Wonder Boy. He stood tall and proud on the sturdy branch of a tree, his red and white underwear tight on his massive head. He gave a glorious smile, inching his thumb in the direction of a burning building up ahead. I took in a sharp gasp, and then ran for the building, throwing my hands up around my head to gather anyone’s attention.

I tried to yell at the nearby citizens, telling them to get away, that there was a fire, but no one was listening to me. I couldn’t find my voice to yell. Something warm inched close to my face, and then a sound, an odd babbling sound. The warmness became something of a mix between hot and muggy. It was too close, so freaking close that my face felt like it was burning. My face was on fire! My face was on fire!

“Ahh! Oh sweetbabyJesusofallthatisfreakingholy!” I shot up out of the purple covers, slapping a hand to my face. Something rubberish slid off of my face and I looked down at it. Really? Someone put a hot piece of plastic on my face? “What the fu—“

A little black boy rolled on the floor, dying of laughter. He was small, and super cute. But, he was about to be dead when I got through with him. I grumbled under my breath, and stalked over to him. His eyes grew wide and he got up quickly, edging closer to the door.

“You’re dead little boy, you’re so dead.” I gave a malicious smile and he ran for the door. “Really? What a chump!” I ran after him, sliding my feet against the wooden floors as I turned the corner after him. He was a fast little booger and he was going to pay.

He reached the end of the hall, running with all that he had for that door. Crap! He turned around, sticking out his tongue and then next thing I knew… Omunique appeared in that doorway, sticking out her arm. The little boy’s neck collided with her arm and he fell on his butt.

I gasped and then started busting out laughing. Omunique chuckled and then walked over to me.

“Good morning, Hannah.” She had on purple boy shorts and a white tank top, her hair tumbling in waves down her back. I wonder what her hair secret was.

“Hey, that little buttface put hot plastic on my face.” I rubbed at my cheek.

“Malcolm! I’ve told you a billion times not to do that! It freaking hurts people!” She kicked him in the side and he groaned.

“You’re going to break his rib or something!” I protested.

“Nah, he’s used to it.” She kicked him again. I laughed. “Let’s get dressed. I’ll treat us to donuts before school.” She waggled her eyebrows at me and I chuckled. “Last one to the bedroom has to eat all that’s leftover!” I took off running.

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“So, how were all of the donuts you ate, Unique?” I bit my lip to hold back a smile. She groaned, holding a hand to her stomach.

“I think I’m going to throw up, yo.” She laid her head down against the bench tables, letting the cool surface calm her down. Matthew walked over and a smile stretched across her face. “Or… I could just work it off.”

“Ew!” I slapped her arm and she started laughing out loud. “I’m going to go inside, you coming?” I stood up and she followed suit.

“Wait! Look, there goes Hector!” She pointed to a tall Mexican guy with sexy black hair and a nice pair of skinny jeans on. “Let’s go talk to him.” She dragged me along with her.