I love this song. And I'm listening to it right now. It's the parody of "American Pie" about Star Wars. yeah......
"The Saga Begins"
A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy...
Oh my my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say
Ah, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said "Now listen here"
"Just stick it in your pointy ear"
"I still will teach this boy"
He was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy
And I was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We were singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Friday, March 12, 2010
I love warm rains
I'm very happy that it's raining now. If this were December, I'd be miserable, because it was COLD in December. But as it's WARM now, rain is making me happy. I'm not as happy as I'd be if it were sunny, but I really like the rain when the weather is warm. I have no idea why. But I like it. It just feels like something awesome is about to start when it rains and it's like sixty degrees out, and it's spring or summer. When it rains and it's winter or late fall and it's cold, it feels like something is dying. At least it does to me. I don't know about you, but that's what it's like for me. It just feels nice, you know? I should be sick of precipitation by now, but at least rain will dry out after a day or two, unlike two rounds of two feet of snow after the first one isn't even totally melted.
There's still some snow on the ground- not a lot, but there's some. I'M READY FOR SPRING, DARN IT! Hopefully all this rain will wash away the excess snow and life can officially move on, instead of having to stay around and mope about snow and not be able to do anything because we can't go anywhere because we're snowed in. Hooray! I am ready to move on from winter, partially because I don't particularly like winter, and partially because my birthday is in April. I don't know whether I'm going to enjoy being a year older, but I will officially be able to drive. Well, I can in September. But still.
You're not exactly a teenager every day.
There's still some snow on the ground- not a lot, but there's some. I'M READY FOR SPRING, DARN IT! Hopefully all this rain will wash away the excess snow and life can officially move on, instead of having to stay around and mope about snow and not be able to do anything because we can't go anywhere because we're snowed in. Hooray! I am ready to move on from winter, partially because I don't particularly like winter, and partially because my birthday is in April. I don't know whether I'm going to enjoy being a year older, but I will officially be able to drive. Well, I can in September. But still.
You're not exactly a teenager every day.
Monday, March 8, 2010
And the all-grades...
Okay, for the all-grades show, I will be playing the glorious roll of a starfish in Aslan's army. Yes, a starfish. I don't recall there ever being said starfish in Aslan's army, nor do I recall there EVER being a starfish in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," or any other C.S. Lewis book, for that matter, but there are a lot of made-up parts in our production. I am also the fight choreographer. It should be great fun. Really. I'm SUPER psyched about it. I'll probably need to do a crash course in Gum Do (Korean swordfighting) and stuff to work with the sword bits, but other than that, I hope I will do well- after all, I HAVE spent the last eight years in a dojang. I'm not COMPLETELY worthless when it comes to fighting. I hope. Anyhoo, it should be great fun to do this production, regardless of whether or not there are actually supposed to be starfish in it. I get to make people look cool when they beat each other up. Who wouldn't love that? Well, if you're a girly girl, I could understand, but I'm NOT a girly girl, so therefore, I'm SUPER psyched about this. Okay, I'm off to play around with Pirates of the Caribbean music and lots of random blocks and punches and such. Goodbye for now.
haven't posted in a while...
I know, I haven't posted in a while. I've been journaling more than I've been blogging lately. I don't know why, because I said I would do both more during Lent. I obviously haven't kept up on the blogging part of it. I'll have to work on that. Anyway, update:
On Thursday, I actually had fun in gym when we played basketball. It's the only game I can play with reasonable enjoyment in gym aside from volleyball and soccer.
On Friday, I pulled a muscle in my left leg in gym when I went into the splits too fast. I also learned that I could hit a high D and began developing a cold. Not fun.
On Saturday, I went to a TV/ Multimedia production class at the career center, in lieu of being able to do the actual class during the school day. It's really fun. I also got to go to CVS and walk back, even though my leg was killing me the whole walk home.
On Sunday, I went to church and a Venturing Crew meeting. We packed health kits for Haiti and I took notes at the crew meeting because I am the secretary/ blogger, and that's what I do.
On Thursday, I actually had fun in gym when we played basketball. It's the only game I can play with reasonable enjoyment in gym aside from volleyball and soccer.
On Friday, I pulled a muscle in my left leg in gym when I went into the splits too fast. I also learned that I could hit a high D and began developing a cold. Not fun.
On Saturday, I went to a TV/ Multimedia production class at the career center, in lieu of being able to do the actual class during the school day. It's really fun. I also got to go to CVS and walk back, even though my leg was killing me the whole walk home.
On Sunday, I went to church and a Venturing Crew meeting. We packed health kits for Haiti and I took notes at the crew meeting because I am the secretary/ blogger, and that's what I do.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
what...?
12 crazy jobs:
1. banana gasser
2. snake milker
3. fire scientist
4. fortune cookie writer. Sign me up!
5. professional whistler
6. ostrich babysitter. sounds like guarding except they have feathers.
7. nasty stunt producer-eating roaches and such. like on fear factor.
8. cereal box author
9. ringtone recorder. Well, someone has to figure out what tune will bug people the most...
10. fecal archeologist. I'd rather not be an ancient poop analyst, but still..
11. polar bear mother... no comment...
12. lion tamer
1. banana gasser
2. snake milker
3. fire scientist
4. fortune cookie writer. Sign me up!
5. professional whistler
6. ostrich babysitter. sounds like guarding except they have feathers.
7. nasty stunt producer-eating roaches and such. like on fear factor.
8. cereal box author
9. ringtone recorder. Well, someone has to figure out what tune will bug people the most...
10. fecal archeologist. I'd rather not be an ancient poop analyst, but still..
11. polar bear mother... no comment...
12. lion tamer
jobs... argh!
It's the time of year where I have to start looking up summer jobs, and I'm NOT HAPPY about it. I don't want to be a lifeguard again. It's a good job and paid well and such, but everyone seemed to not like me all that much and it just wasn't all that fun. And I wasn't good at it. I know, there's nothing hard about sitting in a chair, but I'd be terrible if I actually had to save someone. I know, I went through the training and got the certificate and such, but I was really bad at it. Like, REALLY bad.
So I'm looking up other stuff. I don't know what I want to do yet, but maybe waiting tables or serving at the ice cream place. Or working at a craft store or something.
Anyway, my mother said that if I don't find a decent job to apply to by the time the deadline for the guarding applications are due, she's going to make me apply for guarding. I don't know why. I want to have a job this summer, but I don't want it to be one that my mom wanted me to do and I didn't. My ideal job, of course, is like my own knitting business thing, because I only have about five weeks of this entire ten-week summer where I can actually work, and only the last three are consecutive where I'm doing absolutely nothing, and I don't think any job would hire me when I can only work for three weeks, so I could run my own business on my own time. And I don't think I can have the time commitment to do a job during school where someone else is the boss. It just wouldn't work.
Anyway, I'm going to go and look up various jobs that I could potentially do that my mother won't hate. I'm not sure how well that will work, but it's worth a try, you know?
So I'm looking up other stuff. I don't know what I want to do yet, but maybe waiting tables or serving at the ice cream place. Or working at a craft store or something.
Anyway, my mother said that if I don't find a decent job to apply to by the time the deadline for the guarding applications are due, she's going to make me apply for guarding. I don't know why. I want to have a job this summer, but I don't want it to be one that my mom wanted me to do and I didn't. My ideal job, of course, is like my own knitting business thing, because I only have about five weeks of this entire ten-week summer where I can actually work, and only the last three are consecutive where I'm doing absolutely nothing, and I don't think any job would hire me when I can only work for three weeks, so I could run my own business on my own time. And I don't think I can have the time commitment to do a job during school where someone else is the boss. It just wouldn't work.
Anyway, I'm going to go and look up various jobs that I could potentially do that my mother won't hate. I'm not sure how well that will work, but it's worth a try, you know?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
IN other news...
I'm probably going to either sing "Popular" from Wicked or "Notice Me Horton" from Seussical the Musical for Cabaret this year. I'm only going to sing "Notice Me Horton" if I can get someone to be Horton, which would be kind of awkward, because it's a half-love song, and at my age, asking someone to sing something like "Notice Me Horton" is basically like saying, "Hi, I like you, but I'm not going to say it, I'm going to sing it to you with subliminal referencing to my own emotions, and this won't be awkward at all. So will you sing it with me?" However, my voice coach suggested I talk to my chorus teacher about him doing it. My chorus teacher is awesome and everything, but still. It would be very awkward if I sang a half-love song to him/ with him. GAH!!! I love the song as well-I sang it in performance once when I was thirteen, and that was before I gave as much thought to this sort of thing, and I didn't have a choice in who played Horton- but I don't want to give the impression that I like him by asking him to sing it with me, you know? I do like him, but I don't like like him.
coooookieeeeessss
Well, I am going to go sell Girl Scout cookies soon, at a booth. Hooray! Seriously, girl scout cookies are officially my new fetish. I LOVE them. AND the fact that I have almost two full cases of tagalongs and thin mints in the downstairs room.... shhhh.... okay, they're technically my mother's. But still. They're downstairs. And my mother has yet to pay me for them, by the way. But still.
COOKIIEESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COOKIIEESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
LYRICS again!!! I know it's today ~ Shrek
There’s a princess in a tower oh my gosh, that's just like me! Poor Rapunzel Needs a haircut But the witch won't set her free. She passes time by singing, Like someone else I know, As years go by she sits and waits. As years go by? uh oh A torturous existence? I don’t remember this part! She wishes she were dead? Skip ahead skip ahead... But in the end Rapunzel finds a millionaire The prince is good at climbing and braiding golden hair. So I know he’ll appear cuz there are rules and there are strictures. I believe the storybooks I read by candlelight My white knight, and his steed, will look just like these pictures It won’t be long now, I guarantee Day # 23. I know it's today. I know its today. There’s a princess In a coma Glad its her instead of me. Pretty maiden In a glass box How, I wonder, does she pee? Blah blah blah, poison apple Boring, boring, evil queen Filler filler, been there, read that! Seven shorties on the scene. Skip ahead, skip ahead... But in the end the princess wakes up with a start The prince is good at kissing And melting Snow White’s heart So I know he’ll appear And his armor will be blinding As shining as his perfect teeth And manly hose He’ll propose On one knee And our prenup will be binding About time we set the wedding date Day number…nine hundred and fifty eight. I know it's today He’ll show up today.... ...ay... There’s a princess Any princess Take your pick, they’re all like me Not exactly, I’m still waiting they’re living happily Ever after better get here I want love in seconds flat No one needs these middle bits Oops, did I do that? Cut the villains, cut the vamping Cut this fairytale Cut the peril and the pitfalls Cut the puppet and the whale Cut the monsters, cut the curses Keep the intro, cut the verses And the waiting, the waiting, the waiting, the waiting The waiting! But I know he’ll appear Though I seem a bit bipolar And I’m a vandal now as well, hope he won’t mind I’m a find, I’m a catch And a very gifted bowler! It won’t be long now, I guarantee! Day number… Are you there God? It’s me, Fiona… It’s me, Fiona! Now I know, he’ll appear 'Cause there are rules and there are strictures I believe the storybooks I read by candlelight My white knight My knight and his steed Will look just like these pictures It won’t be long now, I guarantee Day # 23 Day # 958 Day # 8423 I know its today, oo I know its today, oo I know its today, oo I know its today, oo I know its today, oo I Know it's today I know it's today!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Okay, FYI
So some of the posts didn't get published for some reason, so here is what happened on the day of the Unpublished Post:
I'd had an early release that day, but it didn't feel like an early release because I was in the DMV for two hours, waiting to do my learner's permit test, for driving. I passed, with only one question wrong.
This was from a while ago. It was the day before the Second Coming of the Snowpocalypse happened, which was kind of annoying.
Anyway, on Valentine's Day, I learned how to drive for the first time, and on this past Sunday, I had another driving lesson. Now I can say I have officially graduated from "parking lot driver" to "Street driver," even if the "Street Driving" was only at ten miles an hour. But it was cool.
Anyway, I'm pretty much done here, with this post. I will write again later, if I feel need of announcing something to the world.
For now, goodbye.
I'd had an early release that day, but it didn't feel like an early release because I was in the DMV for two hours, waiting to do my learner's permit test, for driving. I passed, with only one question wrong.
This was from a while ago. It was the day before the Second Coming of the Snowpocalypse happened, which was kind of annoying.
Anyway, on Valentine's Day, I learned how to drive for the first time, and on this past Sunday, I had another driving lesson. Now I can say I have officially graduated from "parking lot driver" to "Street driver," even if the "Street Driving" was only at ten miles an hour. But it was cool.
Anyway, I'm pretty much done here, with this post. I will write again later, if I feel need of announcing something to the world.
For now, goodbye.
story (full)
Cinderella update. Yes, I know it's like the Hilary Duff movie. But I don't care.
For some reason, my parents decided to call me Nemesis. Why they decided I would be named after a word usually meaning “enemy,” I don’t know. My dad is the Greek Mythology professor at American University, so that’s probably got something to do with it. My dad said that Nemesis is the Goddess of Divine Retribution and Moderation of All Things Stupid and Excessive (okay, it’s really just Divine Retribution and Proper Apportioning of Stuff to Maintain the Equilibrium of Humanity), and was very cool, but I didn’t believe him. Nemesis apparently had to yell at Tyche a lot, the god of Fortune and Luck, because apparently he gave out undeserved favors even when he wasn’t in a good mood. Nemesis had to make sure that excessive pride, evil intent, and too much happiness were reined in. This was in no way applicable to my life.
When I was twelve, my mother died; my dad remarried two years later. I wasn’t mad about it, but I wasn’t terribly happy, either. Helga was nice enough to me when Dad was home, as were her daughters, Ophelia and Kitty, but when he wasn’t around, which was often, they were quite nasty. Ophelia and Kitty were twins in the year ahead of me, and my only consolation as I entered 11th grade was that soon they would be in college, out of the house and out of my life.
I knew that my junior year was probably going to be the worst, because I was going to be having more work than ever with the million pounds of research rumored to be assigned that year, and with my own college search; in addition, the twins would certainly insist that I write their college essays for them. They made me write every essay for them, as well as complete every single assignment, worksheet, and write-up, so they could spend their afternoons putting on their hundredth layer of makeup and doing their nails in a different shade of pink.
I only had two friends- Zack had been my friend since sixth grade, when he’d needed a fellow nerd to hang out with, and Natasha was one of the managers at the 24-hour Diner where I worked. She was also my mom’s sister, and did more mothering to me than Helga did. The Diner was the hangout of everyone from the night-shift policemen to the Prep Crowd at school who were “too cool” to actually get a job.
Whenever I wasn’t working or staying up until two in the morning with homework, I was with Zack, and he often hung out at the diner while I was working. He’s very happy-go-lucky. If I were the actual goddess Nemesis, he’d be Tyche- he’s very optimistic and I yell at him when he gets too ambitious.
One day in mid-October, the date of the Halloween dance was announced-October 24th, the Saturday before Halloween. I’d have liked to go, except for the part where I had the five-to-ten shift at the Diner, so by the time I would have gotten to school the dance would have been practically over.
“Can’t you trade shifts with somebody?” Zack wanted to know upon hearing this news. He was sitting at the counter at the Diner on a Sunday afternoon while I darted back and forth between serving other customers and discussing the dance, which was the coming Saturday.
“Not likely,” I said glumly as I passed him a Sprite.
“Come on, Nemesis,” Zack argued, taking a huge swallow of his soda, and then choked from the sudden brain freeze. Once he recovered, he said, “You’re the only girl I’m friends with who looks good in a dress.”
“I’m the only girl you’re friends with,” I told him, handing over a check to an elderly man. “So why don’t you go to the dance and have a great time, and hook up with Allie, and tell me about it on Monday?”
“Not a chance,” Zack said. “And I’m friends with Meghan, and she doesn’t look good in a dress.”
“Well, as I don’t have a costume-” I began, taking the check back from the man to put the cash in the register.
“That’s fixable,” Zack told me on the way back to the man with his change.
“Or a mask-” I started again, putting my tip in my apron pocket.
“Like a Phantom of the Opera mask?” Zack wondered. “Why?”
“It’s obviously because of my secret ambition to become a deranged murdering genius and to prove such by arriving at the dance in the proper décor- a mask over my face and a dead body over my shoulder,” I said sarcastically.
“So you’re going then?” Zack asked.
“No,” I sighed.
“But why would you want the mask if you went?” he wondered.
“Well maybe it would be because I wouldn’t want the Doom Twins to see me and report me to the Villainess of the Universe, who would then fire me, evict me, and kill me, at which point she’d have more use for the Phantom mask than I would. But as I’m not going, neither of us will need it. There’s also the fact that it’s a costume party.”
“I have a Phantom mask,” Zack suggested. “You could borrow it if you want to.”
“However, I don’t need to,” I repeated.
“Is this about that dance on Saturday?” Natasha asked, having overheard the debate.
“Yes,” I told her glumly. “But I’m not going.”
“Why not?” Natasha demanded.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’ve got the night shift and ten college essays to write,” I told her shortly.
“Nem, what about that boy?” Natasha asked. “Is he going to be there?”
“That’s irrelevant,” I said. I didn’t want to discuss my crush on the captain of the basketball team.
“Oh, so it all stems from fact that you don’t want Luke to know that it’s you he’s rocking out with, is that it?” Zack asked.
“No, it’s that I don’t want to get fired,” I shot back. “Or disowned, or both.”
“You’re not going to get disowned for going to a dance,” Zack said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I can’t, because I’m staying here all night and nobody can take my shift because everyone who potentially could will be at the dance,” I said. “I’m not going, all right?”
“We’ll work something out,” Natasha said confidently. If Zack was Tyche, then Natasha was Athena, goddess of battle strategy, among other things.
As the day of the dance loomed, I knew I was going to be looking forward to a night serving policemen on the night shift, while in my off-time I would be wishing I were somewhere else.
On the 23rd I was in the diner once again, serving a team of overexcited six-year-old soccer players and attempting to have another argument with Zack about the dance. I wondered whether the parents of the little monsters were regretting their decision to let their children order soda, because by the time the food arrived, they had managed to dump out the entire contents of three ketchup bottles and made enough noise to bring around an earthquake.
By the time I’d given the Beast Children some new bottles of ketchup and refilled the coach’s coffee cup for the fourth time, I was ready to call it quits, but my shift wasn’t over until nine. I thought, dimly, that the last thing I needed was for the Doom Twins and Queen Prissy and her posse- the cheerleaders, and the Varsity Capitan, Casey- to come in.
However, Nemesis the Goddess appeared not to be as fair as she was supposed to be, because just as I had completed the thought, Queen Prissy herself flounced in, accompanied by two Miss Prissy contestants- Casey’s best “friends,” Kayla and Chloe, and their boyfriends- Luke, Jack, and Ben, stars of Varsity Basketball. Just as they slipped into a booth in the corner, where I could see Casey scan the menu haughtily before shutting it with a snap, Ophelia and Kitty pranced in as well and slipped into the next booth.
“Nem, can you get those kids in the corner?” Natasha asked. “Josie hasn’t shown up for her shift yet.”
I sighed. Natasha had recognized Luke. Although this was probably her idea of setting me up with him, it was my idea of a disaster. I was a nerd who hung out with another nerd, so Casey insisted on never talking to me if she could help it. I didn’t mind; I found her just as gross as she found me.
Grabbing a pad, I slipped out from behind the counter and dragged my feet to the booth.
“Can I start you with some drinks?” I asked, trying not to show my nerves.
“What do you have that hasn’t got any sugar, calories, carbs, or fat, Elf Girl?” Casey wanted to know. I ignored her comment. I was a classic nerd- Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, speaking Elvish as a second language, stuff like that. I put up with watching Phantom of the Opera for the twentieth time with Zack and his musical-ness, and the next weekend Zack would consent to seeing Return of the King for the tenth time. I didn’t ask questions about theater; he didn’t ask why I wrote in the Dwarvish Runes all the time.
“Water,” I said.
“I’ll get that,” chorused everyone except Luke.
“I’ll have a coke,” Luke said, grinning easily and ignoring Casey’s death glare.
Luke didn’t actually laugh, but he had a way of smiling with his eyes. I grinned and wrote down the drink orders. However, as I turned back to the counter to fill some glasses, still glowing inside, I heard Casey say, “You know, if Elf Girl’s going to be serving, I’m not entirely sure I want to eat here.”
“Shut it, Casey,” Luke said.
I almost radiated as I went back to the drink fountain.
However, when I got back to the Prissy Posse and Entourage ten minutes later with the drinks, Luke was sitting there alone.
“They left?” I asked stupidly. They couldn’t possibly cover up murders in that amount of time without someone noticing.
“Yeah,” Luke said. “I was left both single and with the check.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, and turned to go. Single? Luke? I often wondered what happened to people who lived on the popular end of society. It was far more appealing than working constantly.
“No, seriously,” Luke insisted, and handed me thirty dollars as he rose to leave-my biggest tip ever. “Keep the change. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” I said as I tucked the bills into my apron pocket, momentarily forgetting why Natasha and Zack had been bugging me for the last week between the extremity of the tip and the fact that I was actually talking to the guy of my dreams.
“The dance,” Luke reminded me.
“I’m not going,” I told him.
“No date?” he asked.
“No time,” I replied. “I got the late shift. I think they do it on purpose.”
“Bummer,” Luke replied, smiling slightly. “See you later, then.”
“Bye,” I said feebly.
“He’s single now, apparently,” I told Natasha as I set down the tray behind the counter and started pouring the drinks into the sink. “And he brought up the dance. But I’m still not going,” I added.
“If he ditched his girlfriend, stuck around, paid you extra, and brought up the dance, he likes you,” Natasha told me, as only a mom could.
“Besides, I already got your ticket,” Zack said. “Sorry if I said we were dates. It was cheaper.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, we’re going to go and get you something tomorrow at 10:00 am, all right?” Natasha told me at the end of the night. “You, me, and Zack. Becky will take your shift tomorrow night, and you can take on hours on Sunday.”
“I’ll be giving you a ride,” Zack told me. “And you’ll be getting your own Phantom mask, don’t worry,” he added. “Even though Arwen doesn’t ever wear one.”
“If I had a choice, it would be Eowyn,” I shot back. “And it would have to be a helmet, but I’m not showing up in full armor just so I can avoid being recognized by the Doom Twins.”
“Suit yourself,” he muttered.
“What are you going as?” I demanded in Natasha’s car on the way to the costume store. “A Pirate of Penzance?”
“Nope,” he said. “Zorro.”
“Suit yourself,” I muttered back.
I ended up getting a pair of fairy wings, a strapless black-and-red dress, and a Zorro mask, and called myself a Dark Fairy.
“You could be Miss Zorro,” Zack suggested.
“You wish,” I grumbled.
Even though Helga knew that I had switched shifts with Becky, she thought I was going to be at home writing essays, so I had to get myself home by 11:45, which was before any of the Doom Trio would be home.
When Zack and I arrived at the school gym that night and got into the dance, Zack said, “Okay, set your phone alarm for 11:40 so we can get you home in time, all right?” I obeyed. When I was done, Zack told me in an annoying-mother type voice, “Okay, now, have a good time, don’t get drunk, all the usual.” I laughed.
We split up after that, Zack to go join the dancing and I to go check out what was happening from the walls. I knew that I had sacrificed a lot to be here, but at the same time, the dancing made me uncomfortable. I could have sworn the Doom Twins saw me at one point, but I tried not to let it bother me. When I found a good spot on the wall, I was immediately found by Luke, in a tailcoat and black pants- Prince Charming.
“I’ve been looking for someone to talk to,” he said. I looked at him. He didn’t seem to be drunk, high, or in any other way inebriated, but with some people, you just couldn’t tell. “I don’t like this sort of dancing that much,” he said. “Do you?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked.
“Okay,” I said slowly.
So that’s what we did. We walked around the lighted back garden and grounds of the school, and talked about nothing in particular, but the first thing he asked me was my name.
“I’m not saying,” I told him. “Ten questions to guess who I am, though,” I added.
“Okay,” he said slowly, grinning. “I like the mystery. So… Is brown your natural hair color?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the first letter of your name?”
“N,” I said, uncertain if that would give me away. I decided it wouldn’t.
“Ninjas or pirates?”
That one made me think.
“Elves,” I said.
“I see,” he said slowly, as if he’d just guessed who I was.
So we went on like that, talking. When we wandered back to the gym, Luke stopped, one ear cocked. It was a slow song playing- that was the only reason I could think of for his sudden halt.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied. I was more comfortable around him now, more so than I had ever been around any guy, except Zack, and especially not Luke.
So that’s what we did, right there in the cold October night.
The end of the song came, and just as Luke was about to lift up my mask to maybe kiss me, my alarm went off.
“Great,” I muttered. “I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Wait-” Luke began, but it was too late. For some reason, he hadn’t let go of my mask, and the cheap elastic string broke as I pulled away. In my rush, I barely noticed its absence. I just hurried to find Zack and get home.
I first noticed the mask’s absence when Zack pointed it out.
“Oh, great,” I muttered. “It must have come off when I was leaving.”
Natasha had wanted me write my full name and address on the inside of the mask in silver Sharpie, but I’d just put “N. C. Cooper” and the address of the diner.
It was a rush to get back home, and I could have sworn that the Doom Twins (okay, Vampire Twins, as the case may be) had caught sight of me on the way out the door, but I was in too big a rush to stop and chat, not that I wanted to. We were able to pull in right at 11:45, and I called Natasha to tell her that I was home. I rushed to get on my pajamas and wash my hair, and jumped into my desk chair and opened a Word Document on my laptop to pretend that I had just finished another essay. At midnight, the front door opened, and I heard the Doom Trio having an argument. Kitty seemed to be ranting about someone, and I heard Luke’s name come up, but I didn’t care. I was tired, and I wanted to go to sleep. I was very glad that I’d worked on the essays that afternoon after the costume shopping, and had already gotten most of them done.
On Sunday afternoon, I was found in the diner once again, this time behind the counter. The Doom Twins were sitting on the two seats farthest from the door; the Prissy Posse was sitting nearby. Zack was sitting in the chair nearest the door, and talking nonstop about some girl whose number he’d gotten. I had just given out the tenth round of water when Luke entered. Apparently, all the girls known that he’d come; otherwise they wouldn’t have stuck around the Diner for an hour and a half and not ordered anything to eat, although that was normal for the Prissy Posse. They, like I, relished the thought of Luke, and Casey had obviously come to try and get him back; however, they all were far more open about their affections than I was.
When Luke had entered, he glanced around, saw the gaggle of girls sitting in a row at the counter, and immediately took a seat by Zack.
“Can I get you something?” I asked.
“I have a question,” he said. “Do you know anyone called N. C. Cooper?”
“N. C. Cooper?” I asked. He actually wanted to see me again?
“Yeah, I found her mask,” Luke said. “And I would like to talk to her again, but I don’t know her actual name. The address on the inside of the mask led me here.”
Before I could respond, Kitty called out, “Oh, that’s me! My first name is Natalie, and Kitty is actually spelled with a C. Our mom owns the Diner.”
“Shut up, Kitty,” Ophelia snapped. “You want me- Nellie Catarina Cooper.”
“Your name is Ophelia, doofus,” Kitty snapped back.
“It’s me you want,” Casey said immediately. “My first name is Narnia, you see.”
“You’re named after a kid’s book?” I asked jokingly. “Oh, I get it: your parents didn’t want you to read books, so they named you after a series instead.” Zack and Luke laughed, and Casey looked murderous.
“Well, I have a better chance with him than you, Elf Girl,” Casey retorted. “And my name isn’t Narnia.”
“At least she has a brain,” Luke said. “Hang on…” He stared at me for a moment; I saw the wheels click into place in his brain. “Your starts with an N, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Nemesis Caitlyn Cooper. It was my mask.”
“Your name is Nemesis?” he asked, surprised.
“Greek goddess,” I said. “Long story. Mom got my dad to add the Caitlyn, but only as a middle name.”
“Right,” he said, smiling.
“Don’t believe her,” Ophelia cried.
“Shut it, Shakespeare,” I told her, and Zack laughed again.
“Shakespeare?” Ophelia demanded.
“Hamlet,” Zack said simply, grinning at me. “Kitty is from Pride and Prejudice, Luke is from the Bible, and Nem’s really a Greek Goddess. What does that make me?”
“The goddess’ best friend,” I told him.
“Um… Nemesis?” Luke said. “Are you free on Friday?”
“Even if she were, you’re not,” Casey declared. “You and I have a date, remember?”
“That was called off when broke up,” Luke said. “So what do you say, Nemesis?”
“You know what?” I said. “I believe I am.”
“Don’t you have to be here?” Kitty demanded.
“Nope,” I said. “I quit.”
“You can’t quit,” Ophelia said. “Mom will kill you!”
“Well, she can come live with me,” Natasha said, coming out from the kitchen, and everyone stared. “What? We’re blood relatives. We’ll be able to work something out. I can talk to her dad; it’ll work.”
And that’s what happened.
Zack and I are still best friends. He didn’t seem at all pissed that I was dating Luke; in fact, he seemed quite relieved that he didn’t have to see another sci-fi/ fantasy movie quite so soon, enabling him to watch musicals every night instead. Luke and I are still going out. I’m at every basketball game, and he proved to be quite a Trekkie at heart, so we were able to argue about whether or not Captain Kirk was secretly gay, among other things. Natasha was able to talk to my dad about Helga and the Doom Twins. The divorce is still in progress. The Doom Twins are going to Harvard and Yale (no thanks to me, of course), and I dearly hope they get kicked out, just for mercy’s sake.
After the Doom Trio moved out, I was able to move back in with my dad, who had realized his mistake about leaving a bunch of teenage girls in a house together when they didn’t like each other, and he’s now working part time. I think that also had something to do with my having a boyfriend, and his doubt of my trustworthiness.
I still haven’t found a new job yet, but I had worked at the Diner long enough to be able to pay for a lot of my own stuff for a while, as well as Zack’s and Luke’s. Zack did get a girlfriend. The girl he’d met at the dance turned out to be just as big a drama nerd as he was, and they went to see each other’s shows all the time.
And yes, I did get my mask back.
So I guess this is the end.
Hooray!
The end. :)
For some reason, my parents decided to call me Nemesis. Why they decided I would be named after a word usually meaning “enemy,” I don’t know. My dad is the Greek Mythology professor at American University, so that’s probably got something to do with it. My dad said that Nemesis is the Goddess of Divine Retribution and Moderation of All Things Stupid and Excessive (okay, it’s really just Divine Retribution and Proper Apportioning of Stuff to Maintain the Equilibrium of Humanity), and was very cool, but I didn’t believe him. Nemesis apparently had to yell at Tyche a lot, the god of Fortune and Luck, because apparently he gave out undeserved favors even when he wasn’t in a good mood. Nemesis had to make sure that excessive pride, evil intent, and too much happiness were reined in. This was in no way applicable to my life.
When I was twelve, my mother died; my dad remarried two years later. I wasn’t mad about it, but I wasn’t terribly happy, either. Helga was nice enough to me when Dad was home, as were her daughters, Ophelia and Kitty, but when he wasn’t around, which was often, they were quite nasty. Ophelia and Kitty were twins in the year ahead of me, and my only consolation as I entered 11th grade was that soon they would be in college, out of the house and out of my life.
I knew that my junior year was probably going to be the worst, because I was going to be having more work than ever with the million pounds of research rumored to be assigned that year, and with my own college search; in addition, the twins would certainly insist that I write their college essays for them. They made me write every essay for them, as well as complete every single assignment, worksheet, and write-up, so they could spend their afternoons putting on their hundredth layer of makeup and doing their nails in a different shade of pink.
I only had two friends- Zack had been my friend since sixth grade, when he’d needed a fellow nerd to hang out with, and Natasha was one of the managers at the 24-hour Diner where I worked. She was also my mom’s sister, and did more mothering to me than Helga did. The Diner was the hangout of everyone from the night-shift policemen to the Prep Crowd at school who were “too cool” to actually get a job.
Whenever I wasn’t working or staying up until two in the morning with homework, I was with Zack, and he often hung out at the diner while I was working. He’s very happy-go-lucky. If I were the actual goddess Nemesis, he’d be Tyche- he’s very optimistic and I yell at him when he gets too ambitious.
One day in mid-October, the date of the Halloween dance was announced-October 24th, the Saturday before Halloween. I’d have liked to go, except for the part where I had the five-to-ten shift at the Diner, so by the time I would have gotten to school the dance would have been practically over.
“Can’t you trade shifts with somebody?” Zack wanted to know upon hearing this news. He was sitting at the counter at the Diner on a Sunday afternoon while I darted back and forth between serving other customers and discussing the dance, which was the coming Saturday.
“Not likely,” I said glumly as I passed him a Sprite.
“Come on, Nemesis,” Zack argued, taking a huge swallow of his soda, and then choked from the sudden brain freeze. Once he recovered, he said, “You’re the only girl I’m friends with who looks good in a dress.”
“I’m the only girl you’re friends with,” I told him, handing over a check to an elderly man. “So why don’t you go to the dance and have a great time, and hook up with Allie, and tell me about it on Monday?”
“Not a chance,” Zack said. “And I’m friends with Meghan, and she doesn’t look good in a dress.”
“Well, as I don’t have a costume-” I began, taking the check back from the man to put the cash in the register.
“That’s fixable,” Zack told me on the way back to the man with his change.
“Or a mask-” I started again, putting my tip in my apron pocket.
“Like a Phantom of the Opera mask?” Zack wondered. “Why?”
“It’s obviously because of my secret ambition to become a deranged murdering genius and to prove such by arriving at the dance in the proper décor- a mask over my face and a dead body over my shoulder,” I said sarcastically.
“So you’re going then?” Zack asked.
“No,” I sighed.
“But why would you want the mask if you went?” he wondered.
“Well maybe it would be because I wouldn’t want the Doom Twins to see me and report me to the Villainess of the Universe, who would then fire me, evict me, and kill me, at which point she’d have more use for the Phantom mask than I would. But as I’m not going, neither of us will need it. There’s also the fact that it’s a costume party.”
“I have a Phantom mask,” Zack suggested. “You could borrow it if you want to.”
“However, I don’t need to,” I repeated.
“Is this about that dance on Saturday?” Natasha asked, having overheard the debate.
“Yes,” I told her glumly. “But I’m not going.”
“Why not?” Natasha demanded.
“Well, maybe it’s because I’ve got the night shift and ten college essays to write,” I told her shortly.
“Nem, what about that boy?” Natasha asked. “Is he going to be there?”
“That’s irrelevant,” I said. I didn’t want to discuss my crush on the captain of the basketball team.
“Oh, so it all stems from fact that you don’t want Luke to know that it’s you he’s rocking out with, is that it?” Zack asked.
“No, it’s that I don’t want to get fired,” I shot back. “Or disowned, or both.”
“You’re not going to get disowned for going to a dance,” Zack said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I can’t, because I’m staying here all night and nobody can take my shift because everyone who potentially could will be at the dance,” I said. “I’m not going, all right?”
“We’ll work something out,” Natasha said confidently. If Zack was Tyche, then Natasha was Athena, goddess of battle strategy, among other things.
As the day of the dance loomed, I knew I was going to be looking forward to a night serving policemen on the night shift, while in my off-time I would be wishing I were somewhere else.
On the 23rd I was in the diner once again, serving a team of overexcited six-year-old soccer players and attempting to have another argument with Zack about the dance. I wondered whether the parents of the little monsters were regretting their decision to let their children order soda, because by the time the food arrived, they had managed to dump out the entire contents of three ketchup bottles and made enough noise to bring around an earthquake.
By the time I’d given the Beast Children some new bottles of ketchup and refilled the coach’s coffee cup for the fourth time, I was ready to call it quits, but my shift wasn’t over until nine. I thought, dimly, that the last thing I needed was for the Doom Twins and Queen Prissy and her posse- the cheerleaders, and the Varsity Capitan, Casey- to come in.
However, Nemesis the Goddess appeared not to be as fair as she was supposed to be, because just as I had completed the thought, Queen Prissy herself flounced in, accompanied by two Miss Prissy contestants- Casey’s best “friends,” Kayla and Chloe, and their boyfriends- Luke, Jack, and Ben, stars of Varsity Basketball. Just as they slipped into a booth in the corner, where I could see Casey scan the menu haughtily before shutting it with a snap, Ophelia and Kitty pranced in as well and slipped into the next booth.
“Nem, can you get those kids in the corner?” Natasha asked. “Josie hasn’t shown up for her shift yet.”
I sighed. Natasha had recognized Luke. Although this was probably her idea of setting me up with him, it was my idea of a disaster. I was a nerd who hung out with another nerd, so Casey insisted on never talking to me if she could help it. I didn’t mind; I found her just as gross as she found me.
Grabbing a pad, I slipped out from behind the counter and dragged my feet to the booth.
“Can I start you with some drinks?” I asked, trying not to show my nerves.
“What do you have that hasn’t got any sugar, calories, carbs, or fat, Elf Girl?” Casey wanted to know. I ignored her comment. I was a classic nerd- Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, speaking Elvish as a second language, stuff like that. I put up with watching Phantom of the Opera for the twentieth time with Zack and his musical-ness, and the next weekend Zack would consent to seeing Return of the King for the tenth time. I didn’t ask questions about theater; he didn’t ask why I wrote in the Dwarvish Runes all the time.
“Water,” I said.
“I’ll get that,” chorused everyone except Luke.
“I’ll have a coke,” Luke said, grinning easily and ignoring Casey’s death glare.
Luke didn’t actually laugh, but he had a way of smiling with his eyes. I grinned and wrote down the drink orders. However, as I turned back to the counter to fill some glasses, still glowing inside, I heard Casey say, “You know, if Elf Girl’s going to be serving, I’m not entirely sure I want to eat here.”
“Shut it, Casey,” Luke said.
I almost radiated as I went back to the drink fountain.
However, when I got back to the Prissy Posse and Entourage ten minutes later with the drinks, Luke was sitting there alone.
“They left?” I asked stupidly. They couldn’t possibly cover up murders in that amount of time without someone noticing.
“Yeah,” Luke said. “I was left both single and with the check.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, and turned to go. Single? Luke? I often wondered what happened to people who lived on the popular end of society. It was far more appealing than working constantly.
“No, seriously,” Luke insisted, and handed me thirty dollars as he rose to leave-my biggest tip ever. “Keep the change. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” I said as I tucked the bills into my apron pocket, momentarily forgetting why Natasha and Zack had been bugging me for the last week between the extremity of the tip and the fact that I was actually talking to the guy of my dreams.
“The dance,” Luke reminded me.
“I’m not going,” I told him.
“No date?” he asked.
“No time,” I replied. “I got the late shift. I think they do it on purpose.”
“Bummer,” Luke replied, smiling slightly. “See you later, then.”
“Bye,” I said feebly.
“He’s single now, apparently,” I told Natasha as I set down the tray behind the counter and started pouring the drinks into the sink. “And he brought up the dance. But I’m still not going,” I added.
“If he ditched his girlfriend, stuck around, paid you extra, and brought up the dance, he likes you,” Natasha told me, as only a mom could.
“Besides, I already got your ticket,” Zack said. “Sorry if I said we were dates. It was cheaper.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, we’re going to go and get you something tomorrow at 10:00 am, all right?” Natasha told me at the end of the night. “You, me, and Zack. Becky will take your shift tomorrow night, and you can take on hours on Sunday.”
“I’ll be giving you a ride,” Zack told me. “And you’ll be getting your own Phantom mask, don’t worry,” he added. “Even though Arwen doesn’t ever wear one.”
“If I had a choice, it would be Eowyn,” I shot back. “And it would have to be a helmet, but I’m not showing up in full armor just so I can avoid being recognized by the Doom Twins.”
“Suit yourself,” he muttered.
“What are you going as?” I demanded in Natasha’s car on the way to the costume store. “A Pirate of Penzance?”
“Nope,” he said. “Zorro.”
“Suit yourself,” I muttered back.
I ended up getting a pair of fairy wings, a strapless black-and-red dress, and a Zorro mask, and called myself a Dark Fairy.
“You could be Miss Zorro,” Zack suggested.
“You wish,” I grumbled.
Even though Helga knew that I had switched shifts with Becky, she thought I was going to be at home writing essays, so I had to get myself home by 11:45, which was before any of the Doom Trio would be home.
When Zack and I arrived at the school gym that night and got into the dance, Zack said, “Okay, set your phone alarm for 11:40 so we can get you home in time, all right?” I obeyed. When I was done, Zack told me in an annoying-mother type voice, “Okay, now, have a good time, don’t get drunk, all the usual.” I laughed.
We split up after that, Zack to go join the dancing and I to go check out what was happening from the walls. I knew that I had sacrificed a lot to be here, but at the same time, the dancing made me uncomfortable. I could have sworn the Doom Twins saw me at one point, but I tried not to let it bother me. When I found a good spot on the wall, I was immediately found by Luke, in a tailcoat and black pants- Prince Charming.
“I’ve been looking for someone to talk to,” he said. I looked at him. He didn’t seem to be drunk, high, or in any other way inebriated, but with some people, you just couldn’t tell. “I don’t like this sort of dancing that much,” he said. “Do you?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked.
“Okay,” I said slowly.
So that’s what we did. We walked around the lighted back garden and grounds of the school, and talked about nothing in particular, but the first thing he asked me was my name.
“I’m not saying,” I told him. “Ten questions to guess who I am, though,” I added.
“Okay,” he said slowly, grinning. “I like the mystery. So… Is brown your natural hair color?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the first letter of your name?”
“N,” I said, uncertain if that would give me away. I decided it wouldn’t.
“Ninjas or pirates?”
That one made me think.
“Elves,” I said.
“I see,” he said slowly, as if he’d just guessed who I was.
So we went on like that, talking. When we wandered back to the gym, Luke stopped, one ear cocked. It was a slow song playing- that was the only reason I could think of for his sudden halt.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied. I was more comfortable around him now, more so than I had ever been around any guy, except Zack, and especially not Luke.
So that’s what we did, right there in the cold October night.
The end of the song came, and just as Luke was about to lift up my mask to maybe kiss me, my alarm went off.
“Great,” I muttered. “I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Wait-” Luke began, but it was too late. For some reason, he hadn’t let go of my mask, and the cheap elastic string broke as I pulled away. In my rush, I barely noticed its absence. I just hurried to find Zack and get home.
I first noticed the mask’s absence when Zack pointed it out.
“Oh, great,” I muttered. “It must have come off when I was leaving.”
Natasha had wanted me write my full name and address on the inside of the mask in silver Sharpie, but I’d just put “N. C. Cooper” and the address of the diner.
It was a rush to get back home, and I could have sworn that the Doom Twins (okay, Vampire Twins, as the case may be) had caught sight of me on the way out the door, but I was in too big a rush to stop and chat, not that I wanted to. We were able to pull in right at 11:45, and I called Natasha to tell her that I was home. I rushed to get on my pajamas and wash my hair, and jumped into my desk chair and opened a Word Document on my laptop to pretend that I had just finished another essay. At midnight, the front door opened, and I heard the Doom Trio having an argument. Kitty seemed to be ranting about someone, and I heard Luke’s name come up, but I didn’t care. I was tired, and I wanted to go to sleep. I was very glad that I’d worked on the essays that afternoon after the costume shopping, and had already gotten most of them done.
On Sunday afternoon, I was found in the diner once again, this time behind the counter. The Doom Twins were sitting on the two seats farthest from the door; the Prissy Posse was sitting nearby. Zack was sitting in the chair nearest the door, and talking nonstop about some girl whose number he’d gotten. I had just given out the tenth round of water when Luke entered. Apparently, all the girls known that he’d come; otherwise they wouldn’t have stuck around the Diner for an hour and a half and not ordered anything to eat, although that was normal for the Prissy Posse. They, like I, relished the thought of Luke, and Casey had obviously come to try and get him back; however, they all were far more open about their affections than I was.
When Luke had entered, he glanced around, saw the gaggle of girls sitting in a row at the counter, and immediately took a seat by Zack.
“Can I get you something?” I asked.
“I have a question,” he said. “Do you know anyone called N. C. Cooper?”
“N. C. Cooper?” I asked. He actually wanted to see me again?
“Yeah, I found her mask,” Luke said. “And I would like to talk to her again, but I don’t know her actual name. The address on the inside of the mask led me here.”
Before I could respond, Kitty called out, “Oh, that’s me! My first name is Natalie, and Kitty is actually spelled with a C. Our mom owns the Diner.”
“Shut up, Kitty,” Ophelia snapped. “You want me- Nellie Catarina Cooper.”
“Your name is Ophelia, doofus,” Kitty snapped back.
“It’s me you want,” Casey said immediately. “My first name is Narnia, you see.”
“You’re named after a kid’s book?” I asked jokingly. “Oh, I get it: your parents didn’t want you to read books, so they named you after a series instead.” Zack and Luke laughed, and Casey looked murderous.
“Well, I have a better chance with him than you, Elf Girl,” Casey retorted. “And my name isn’t Narnia.”
“At least she has a brain,” Luke said. “Hang on…” He stared at me for a moment; I saw the wheels click into place in his brain. “Your starts with an N, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Nemesis Caitlyn Cooper. It was my mask.”
“Your name is Nemesis?” he asked, surprised.
“Greek goddess,” I said. “Long story. Mom got my dad to add the Caitlyn, but only as a middle name.”
“Right,” he said, smiling.
“Don’t believe her,” Ophelia cried.
“Shut it, Shakespeare,” I told her, and Zack laughed again.
“Shakespeare?” Ophelia demanded.
“Hamlet,” Zack said simply, grinning at me. “Kitty is from Pride and Prejudice, Luke is from the Bible, and Nem’s really a Greek Goddess. What does that make me?”
“The goddess’ best friend,” I told him.
“Um… Nemesis?” Luke said. “Are you free on Friday?”
“Even if she were, you’re not,” Casey declared. “You and I have a date, remember?”
“That was called off when broke up,” Luke said. “So what do you say, Nemesis?”
“You know what?” I said. “I believe I am.”
“Don’t you have to be here?” Kitty demanded.
“Nope,” I said. “I quit.”
“You can’t quit,” Ophelia said. “Mom will kill you!”
“Well, she can come live with me,” Natasha said, coming out from the kitchen, and everyone stared. “What? We’re blood relatives. We’ll be able to work something out. I can talk to her dad; it’ll work.”
And that’s what happened.
Zack and I are still best friends. He didn’t seem at all pissed that I was dating Luke; in fact, he seemed quite relieved that he didn’t have to see another sci-fi/ fantasy movie quite so soon, enabling him to watch musicals every night instead. Luke and I are still going out. I’m at every basketball game, and he proved to be quite a Trekkie at heart, so we were able to argue about whether or not Captain Kirk was secretly gay, among other things. Natasha was able to talk to my dad about Helga and the Doom Twins. The divorce is still in progress. The Doom Twins are going to Harvard and Yale (no thanks to me, of course), and I dearly hope they get kicked out, just for mercy’s sake.
After the Doom Trio moved out, I was able to move back in with my dad, who had realized his mistake about leaving a bunch of teenage girls in a house together when they didn’t like each other, and he’s now working part time. I think that also had something to do with my having a boyfriend, and his doubt of my trustworthiness.
I still haven’t found a new job yet, but I had worked at the Diner long enough to be able to pay for a lot of my own stuff for a while, as well as Zack’s and Luke’s. Zack did get a girlfriend. The girl he’d met at the dance turned out to be just as big a drama nerd as he was, and they went to see each other’s shows all the time.
And yes, I did get my mask back.
So I guess this is the end.
Hooray!
The end. :)
yeah...
Well, I don't really know what to say, because I'm journaling and blogging at the same time. So.......................... yeah.
hooray!
I will post the full version of the story in the next post. I'm officially done with it. Hooray!
hooray!
I will post the full version of the story in the next post. I'm officially done with it. Hooray!
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