It’s Monday. Okay, I didn’t get any writing done this past weekend, so the chapter count sits at 52. But, I hope to finish part 2 by the end of the week *crosses fingers*.
Part 1. Micro Chp. 4.
We stood there staring at each other for a while. Staring games were always my thing and I hadn’t lost yet. He’d crack under the pressure soon enough.
“Anyway. What happened just now?” he said, looking away, his cheeks turning bright red.
I smiled at my petty victory. “An extremely over-juiced power surge? Aliens coming to take over the world? How should I know. Just be thankful you’re alive.”
To be honest, I hadn’t a clue. However, I did know it couldn’t be anything natural. I’d lived near those power lines all my life, and not once had I ever heard of it happening before. Perhaps I’d ask my dad when I got home, he normally had answers to weird things like that.
“Hey fella’s, let’s go take a look at Durston. It’s supposed to be lovely this time of year,” he said, in a screechy woman’s voice, making me jump. “Yeah right, as if aliens would visit our crummy village.”
“Great impersonation Sully, you’d make a lovely girl.”
“Funny. Should I laugh now?” he said, struggling to get his other arm through the strap on his bag.
“Oh come on. Give us a smile, I’ll have a word with Big Mac for ya?”
He stopped fidgeting and stared at me again. “As if I believe that,” he said, judging my reaction with hawk-like eyes.
“Whoa, that hurt. You’re my buddy, if you want me to have a word with him, than I will. Anything for you, dear Sully.” I said, fluttering my eyelashes at him and laughing.
“You’re hilarious, now let’s go.”
I saw his mouth twitch with anger just before he turned and walked off down the lane. Maybe I’d taken the joke too far this time. I picked my bag off the ground and trotted after him.
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