[I'm buried in the dirt.
From head to toe.
But I refuse to give up...
World still owes me a lot.]
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"Who- Who's there?" I shouted to the fog as I hid behind Mona.
I was about to run back inside when I halted and landed on Monas's shit. Standing up, I let out a cry!
"Ugh!"
When did this damned cow shit so much? I am drenched from head to toe!
I was glaring badly at relaxing Mona when I heard someone laugh.
"pfft"
Did it just laugh at me? Did it?
In a fit, I took the mop, left by Dylan, and started running toward the sound. I could hear them running.
Tap! Tap!
The stones were slippery. I was about to fall down but at the last second; I shot the mop. With a thudding sound, it hit the culprit behind the laugh!
"Auch!"
It was my turn to laugh! I didn't know that my laugh wouldn't last long!
"Pfft! Hahahah!"
The culprit started shooting a sandal.
Thude!
"AH!"
I cast one of my Snickers.
Bang!
"Ay!"
And like that, until both of us had nothing left to hit the other with, we continued. We were both so tired and panting that we started going our opposite ways, with little to say.
I had come quite a long distance. I don't know if it was good luck or bad, but the rain started pouring like cats and dogs. Shivering, I laughed like a madman.
"Eat it! Sneaky thing!"
With a momentary sense of motivation, I wrote one of those motivating posts I don't even believe in, but am too lazy to delete later!
Seeing the door, I felt relieved that I did not get lost. Not that it was possible to get lost when the stone road was the only way. Looking at the drenched Mona helplessly, I dragged her inside. It's set. I am making her a house, first thing after I wake up.
Sunlight woke me up from my first dreamless sleep in a long time. Stretching my body, I looked at the mess I had made in the room.
When I was back, I just threw all my wet clothes on the floor and indulged myself in the fluffiness of my new bed. If it was anyone else, they should have woken up feeling cold. However, I am different. I rarely get sick. I guess the sickest I ever felt was when I had 4-night shifts and had barely slept 8 hours in two weeks.
After freshening up in the washroom, I got tempted to bathe but controlled myself. I still have to clean up the cow family's shit. I swear, if she doesn't have enough milk to compensate me, I am grinding her into hamburger paddies.
Looking at Mona with jumped eyes, she sent me side-eyes. She hadn't dirtied the floor.
"Good girl~~ Let's go out now my Mona Lisa~"
My shoeless feet touching the cold stones on the bridge reminded me of yesterday's madness. I am really out of my mind! Even though it was also their fault, I hope they are okay...
After invading their territory, I even hurt one of them...
Let's send a few packs of pastries and apologies!
"Why am I going? It was you who invaded their land! What if they hurt me?? "
'I really shouldn't have told him about the details..' I thought with regret and then looked at Dylan with self-righteousness.
"Of course, 'cause I don't want to go! Besides, you are a superstar. You have a higher rate of survival!"
I tried to lure him by buttering him up...
"You are so handsome and.. mm.. You are a sweet talker! Look, you only have to apologize, give them the pastries, and come back!"
"I will go."
It was Lucas, coming downstairs with a sleepy face and raffled hair.
"Really??"
He looked suspicious. Lucas was smiling.
"Well, I am a sweet talker too. But you know? Nothing is free. I am not doing any work for the rest of the day!" he said, looking at the chaotic hall filled with the things I had unloaded.
"Okay!" "No!"
"Why not? He volunteered!" asked Dylan.
"He is just a child, and he is my responsibility! What if they hurt him?"
"Is it if they hurt me, then? I am younger too. I'm your responsibility too..."
I looked at him up and down.
"Aren't you ashamed of wanting me to take responsibility for my two-meter-tall brother?"
"You say that as if you are any shorter! We are almost the same height!"
"I really am okay with doing it, if none of you want!" Lucas added.
Casting evil glares at the so-called celebrity, who should be more outgoing but is as antisocial as Grandmother Bright's cat. I planned to remind him of the good old days.
It seems like I have to do it myself. The acetic soul in me, not used to approaching people, was crying.
Looking at the girl in the mirror who had used dry shampoo to clean up her hair, she looked awkward in the bright sky-blue long dress. Her long black hair falling down her shoulders was pretty and the tear-shaped pearl necklace on her neck looked elegant too. She wore a light rosy lip balm to hide her white, pale lips.
I can't decide if I should wear the set's earrings too... It's been a long time since I approached someone of my free will without being told to do so.
"Do I have to go?"
I responded to myself.
"Yes, if you don't want to have a shitty relationship with your neighbors from day one, you should extrovert up and do it!!"
I tried smiling and training my greeting to look friendly.
"Hi, I am your new neighbor who barged into your property and you cast things at. But, since you came and did the same thing, let's make peace!"
My facial muscles were not cooperating. Perhaps it was my tone? Or is it the bright dress?
I didn't want to wear a bright dress like this. However, if I wore my dark shades, the already unfriendly face might look even more gloomy. Determined to see the end of this, I went downstairs.
"Let's go pretty sandals, lead me somewhere pretty!" I announced as I exited the door with a dozen pistachio-filled croissants and a dozen cream puffs.
Setting foot outside, I saw the pair of flower boys of my household, all dressed up.
" Excuse me?? "
"Oh, you're excused," said Lucas.
"Just don't do it again!" added Dylan.
How come they are so synchronized? Both were wearing superformal black suits.
"Where are you heading looking so sassy?" I asked with a brow jumped.
"We are backing you up!" "We are backing you up!"
I can't believe what I'm hearing. Are these guys nuts? We are going to say hello!
" You nut jobs! Change or no, you stay here! Who said you could follow? I'm going alone!"
"Why??? I look nice!"
"I'm not changing. I am a celebrity. What if someone takes a photo of me?"
"You two look so unfriendly!! Aren't you seeing that I am literary a rainbow to look friendly??"
Dylan came forward and took a package. I was looking at him, dumbfounded. Suddenly, he runs towards the castle.
"Wait until I come!!"
Lucas looked his way and shook his head.
"PATHETIC"
Then, he took the other package and walked the same way.
"Why are you taking that???" I shouted helplessly at their odd actions.
He turned his head and shrugged.
"No harm, just to be sure you wait for me!"
This guy wasn't this stupid until yesterday! Dylan's stupidity must have rubbed off on him.
Don't they realize I can take other packages from the car? I shook my head at their stupidity. I went inside, bringing the animals with me. If there is no one home, they should stay inside.
Going back out, I looked at the enormous building. It looked even more glorious than yesterday. It was unbelievable that I owned such a building! If I have a castle of this magnitude, I am a queen!
The garden was breathtakingly beautiful, too. The flowers were magically pretty, and they smelled enhancing. Now that it was bright, I could see a few smaller buildings on the side of the castle, and on top of all of them were solar cells. Next to those buildings, wind cells could be seen.
"Let's go!" Dylan's voice came from behind.
Looking his way, I also saw Lucas. Both had now sports clothes and sunglasses on. Dylan wore an orange jersey with black shorts and Lucas wore a white t-shirt with black dogs on it and black sports pants.
An upgrade from gangsters to ruffians. I guess that counts as an improvement.
Both were looking at me for approval. I nodded my head and turned to walk on the flower path. Now that they had the packages, I could stroke and enjoy the flowers as I walked forward.
The softness of their petals, the vision, the alluring scent, and the clean air made me smile. I felt so good that there was no hint of my previous troubled feelings. Walking for ten minutes now, we could hear the lake and the same hammering sound as yesterday.
"Havn't you eyten any food? Or are ya hands made of slime? Harder!"
Taking my eyes off the seductress flowers, I looked at the bridge. There was a man, almost 170 meters tall, with a huge build and a long golden brown beard on the bridge. He had a huge hammer in one hand and was shouting at someone.
Hearing our footsteps, he turned his head. His plump sunburned face became red, glaring aggressively at us, or should I say at me! He had a bump the size of a fist on his head! His figure also matched what I had seen through the fog. Gulp. Should I just run away?