I want to bastaboom onto my bed and just fall asleep and never wake up again. I feel the bruises... war wounds from the battle with the Barbie bike aching.
Of course, I'm not so stupid as to say "it can't get any worse", because otherwise it will-
"Kaithleen."
I feel an icy breeze when my blockhead brother bursts into my room. With an equally cold and monotone voice he says,
"Mother wants burritos."
His voice sends cold shivers down my spine. Last time I was this scared was when he asked me to get into his candy truck. By candy truck he meant his normal car. He just tried to be funny ( T.T ) but I learned differently from my mother.
"Bugger off! Go forth, devil's breath!!!11!"
I roar like a wild Dachshund. Diablo shrugs.
"Burritos. Now."
Oh, I see.
I rush towards the door since I can already hear little clumsy feet coming closer and closer.
Too late.
"I want to come along!!!", my little sister jumps up and down excitedly.
Oh no, not with me! I make a sharp left turn and a somersault - wait - shit - there is a wall on the left.
Ouch.
Foolish sunshine sister, she does nothing but trouble! I'm burning with fervor!!1!!
"Kate, Kate! I want to have Boomer's fat burritos, but without onions! :)))"
Her shrill, high-pitched voice breaks through the sound barrier. My ears begin to bleed.
"NO, NO, NO!!!1! Boomer's joint is a holy place, where disgusting demon hooves like yours shall never dare to impurify its sacred ground!1!!11! BOOMER HAS NO MERCY!!!!!1!111", I scream with all my might to fight against this little monster.
"Mother says you should keep your loose tongues to a minimum."
Is it just my imagination again or did it actually get colder?
I scream,
"THERE IS THE STUPID COW!"
And point to the TV behind her where Barbie is trashing Ken with gossip.
My sister begins to cry. She thinks I pointed at her...
I use the opportunity to flee and tear the door open mercilessly. Then, I run into the street.
I finally made it!
…
I forgot the money... T.T
I scream to the sky and recite my lament,
"WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!!11!"
After I had somewhat calmed down, I walked along the street.
Today feels kind of strange.
It's like I'm caught in a movie.
I turn left and enter the scene.
Manuel is standing on the right side of the street. His eyes are closed. It looks like he is trying not to cry.
I see a car that looks like the one the police have. What had happened here! Fear overwhelms me.
Suddenly a grey-haired man with greasy hair stands behind me as if the good Lord had heard my call and sent me his messenger.
"What are you doing here, young lady? You are standing right in front of the cameras! This is the snapshot for my new hotel!"
No, God has sent me a demon.
I run up to Manuel and take his hand into mine.
"Don't despair."
He looks at me with a glazed look and examines my trembling hand. I try to be strong but the scene has already skewed into my heart like Vlad the Impaler did to the Ottomans.
With a newfound determination, I take Manuel into my arms and carry him away. I promise him security and that I would fight for him. I will fight for justice. I will become strong enough to win against this demon!!11!!!111!
Manuel does not want to cry, I can see it. His eyes are squeezed together.
I walk to the park and sit down with him on the bench in front of the lake. The sun goes down, basking the world in an innocent orange light although I know that nothing will ever be the same as before. We have lost a close friend. No one is saying it, but we both know it.
Manuel looks away for a moment to wipe away his tears. His voice is hoarse and quivering,
"First Ali's burritos is gone, then Boomer's ... Dude... They are trying to exterminate the burritos. They're exterminating them all!"
Today, the 22.05.2020, we have lost a friend and gained a new enemy.