Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? (1)
I could really use a wish right now!
A wish right now!
A wish right now!
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now!
It was early. Well, eight a.m. isn't early for some people, but it is for me. I was out all night. I was just mainly trying to avoid going back to my hotel room. I don't know why, but I've always had a problem with being in the place I'm at. I'm never really there, I always want to be somewhere else. When I'm at home in my bed, I wanna be out at a night club with my friends. When I'm out at a night club with my friends, I want nothing more than to be at home in my bed. It's kind of weird.
Okay, technically I shouldn't be going out to night clubs. I'm only thirteen, but my friends, who are nineteen and twenty-three, vouch for me. My friend Sarah is nineteen and her brother Carl is twenty-three. Now you're probably thinking that it's odd for a nineteen-year-old and a twenty-three-year-old to be friends with a thirteen-year-old, but I'm kind of mature for my age. I'm closer to their ages than my own. I had kind of a hard childhood and I had to grow up pretty fast to deal with it.
But now, I think my hard times are over. Things are really starting to go my way. I haven't cut myself in over a year, the only drugs I'm taking are pills I need for this legitimate condition I have that were prescribed by a real doctor. Not just some guy in an ally way who calls himself a "doctor" and spells the word with a "K". And my slave keepers are probably going to jail for a long, long time for enslavement and child labor! Pay back's a bitch, isn't it, Easter?
Anyways, I was asleep. I passed out after spending all night at a night club. I think I got home around three, fourish? So I probably only got four or five hours of sleep. Better than I usually get. I was woken up by the manager's relentless pounding on the door. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, figuring he'd give up eventually. But, sadly he didn't. After about five minutes of nothing but hearing a fist hitting a door, I was finally pissed enough to rip his eyeballs out of their sockets. I made sure the chain was on the door before opening it.
"What?!" I said with an edge in my voice that clearly told him I was pissed.
"Your rent's over due." The guy said trying to stay calm, but you could obviously tell that he was pissed too.
"What?" I didn't have as much of an edge in my voice as I did confusion.
"Your. Rent. Is. Over. Due." He emphasized each word and said them one at a time. He wanted to make sure I understood that my rent was overdue.
"What the fuck?" I said. "How the fuck did that happen! Carl and Sarah pay my rent for me!" It's true. My friends pay for my rent. I'm thirteen. Any place that would hire me is either not a legitimate business, a meth lab, or a child sex ring. None of those I want to work for, so Carl and Sarah pay my rent for me.
Now you're probably gonna say: "Why don't you live at home with your parents like a normal thirteen-year-old?" Well, I would, if my father wasn't god knows where and my mother wasn't… My mother. It wasn't so bad now that my step-father would now probably spend life in prison for several counts of enslavement, child labor, child endangerment, attempted man-slaughter, list goes on and on… (2) But still, I wanted my own place. Honestly, having my own place is a lot better than living with people I hate.
Now anyways, back to the rent thing.
"Well, I didn't get a check." The manager said. I ran my fingers through my dyed-black hair. I needed to find a way out of this situation. I looked up at the guy. He was in his early twenties with brown hair and grey eyes. He looked like he could have a wife and probably a kid or two. He probably needed the commission or however he gets paid to keep food on the table for them. I felt a little bad when I thought about that, but it didn't detour me from what I was about to do.
"Uh, I'm just gonna make a few calls." I lied. "More likely than not it was just a mix up with the checks or something."
"Fine." He said. "I'll be back in twenty minutes." He bought the lie! Yes!
As soon as he walked away, I slammed the door shut and locked the dead bolt and put the chain on the door. I knew he was the manager and he had the master key and everything, but still.
"Oh Crap! Oh Crap! Oh Crap! Oh Crap! Oh Crap!" I shouted as I ran around the room grabbing clothes. I needed to change, fast. I ran into the bathroom and took of my night shirt, which was a Patriots jersey that some guy had left when he was over at my house. I forget who he was, 'cause I was intoxicated at the time, but he must be from the US, or at least visited there seeing as no one here sells those shirts.
I changed into a white button-up shirt, black skinny jeans, and black boots. I braided it back like I normally did, although it felt a little weird 'cause I still kind of wasn't used to short hair. It stopped just after my upper back, but it used to be much longer. Like down to my kneecaps. I had to cut it 'cause it kind of caught fire and several inches burned off. I'm not going to explain exactly what happened 'cause it will cause several people to go to jail for a really long time, but let's just say I'm never going to a séance again.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked okay, not hot, but okay. That's the way I always looked. What the fuck are you thinking?! I screamed at myself in my head. You should be getting the fuck out of here, not checking yourself out! I sighed and shot a look at the plain-looking sapphire-eyed girl in the mirror one last time. She looked a little freaked. I tried my best to calm down, but she still looked a little freaked. Screw it! You need to get the fuck out of here! I groaned and ran out of the bathroom.
I then quickly out of the bathroom and started ransacking my room. I quickly sorted through things I needed, things I wanted to keep, and things I could lose. As I did this, I woke up my Guardian Characters, Kao and Emma.
"Muza, what's going on?" Kao said. Before I go on, Muza isn't my real name. It's Marceline. Muza is a nickname with an embarrassing back story behind it, but it became my official nickname after someone I know figured out I hated it and started calling me that just to annoy me. I'm fine with the name now.
"Nothing." I said quickly. I didn't want to explain the situation right now. That'd be just plain wasting time.
"What do you mean nothing?" Kao said. "Obviously something's going on."
"I-I'll explain later." I said finishing up my sorting. She nodded. She knew when I said I'd explain later, I'd explain later. At least to her and Emma, I was honest when I knew I was in an extremely bad situation. Other people, I would lead to believe nothing was wrong. I don't need anyone else's pity or help. I can do things on my own.
I put my laptop and my iPad in the back pocket of my backpack, I put my phone in the pocket on the bag designated for a phone, I put my Guardian Eggs in the small front pocket, and I put all my books in either the back pocket or the middle pocket. I put all of my clothes, beauty products, the case for my bow and arrow, and some blankets in an old duffle bag I have. I know, they say travel light, but I needed all of this stuff.
I quickly threw on an old black sweat-shirt that used to belong to my brother. It was too small on him, but it was huge on me. Probably because I'm kind of short. I'm not sure if this is normal but I'm four-foot eleven, five-one in heals. I'm also very, very skinny. Like, unhealthily underweight. I'm not anorexic or bulimic or anything, it's just that I have a fast metabolism and I'm very active, so no matter how much I eat, I can't gain weight. Most girls would kill for that, but I wouldn't. I get very sick easily because of that. So yeah, that's why the sweat-shirt was kind of big on me.
I put my backpack on first, then my quiver, which was filled with arrows, then the duffle bag. Then suddenly I thought I should grab my gun. I keep a gun in the nightstand next to my bed. Mainly because I'm paranoid that a masked marauder is gonna break into my room in the middle of the night and kill me. I know, it's stupid, but better safe then sorry, right?
I stuffed the gun between the waist band of my pants and my underwear. I made sure that the safety was on before I did that, though. I didn't want to accidentally shoot myself while I was running. I thought for a second that it might be dangerous to run with a gun in my pants but then I thought: If people on TV do it all the time, then it's gotta be safe, right? But honestly, other than what I've seen on TV, I've never handled a gun. Never even shot one, to be perfectly honest. I just grabbed it 'cause I had this crazy notion in my head that Carl and Sarah had been kidnapped by some home invaders and were being held hostage. Man, am I crazy.
I grabbed my bow, backed up a few feet, and pulled out an arrow. I have three different kinds of arrows, normal arrows with a green shaft, exploding arrows with a red shaft, and incendiary arrows with a bright orange shaft. The arrow I pulled out was a red exploding arrow. I fired it at the glass wall/window that separated my room from the outside. I covered my ears and hit the deck to protect myself from the resulting explosion.
I got up. I heard people screaming outside. They probably got hit by shattered glass. Didn't take that into consideration before I shot the arrow. I heard people running down the hall to my room. That's stupid. I thought. I mean, what if I was a terrorist? I saved that thought for a later time. I Character Changed with Emma and jumped out the window. I landed safely on the ground and undid the Character Change. When I saw that people were staring at me, I flipped them all off and ran.
A wish right now! A wish right now!
Yeah!
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
to go back to a place more simpler than this!
'Cause after all the partying and smashing and crashing
and all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
and all the pandemonium and all the madness,
there comes a time where you fade to the blackness!
And when you're staring at the phone in your lap
and you're hoping but them people never call you back!
I slowed to a walk once I got a few blocks away. I hoped to dear god that none of those spectators had a camera. The last thing I needed was to get arrested for terrorism. That's what this is considered. Terrorism. I blew up a building, so it's considered terrorism. Even if it was just a window.
I explained the situation to Kao and Emma while I walked. I told them about how I had to leave because the manager was trying to get me to pay the rent with money I did not have because Carl and Sarah didn't pay it.
"That doesn't sound like them." Kao said. "What happened?"
"I don't know." I said. "That's what I'm going to find out. I'm a little worried, though. I haven't seen either of them since what happened on the boat. I'm kind of afraid something happened to them. Like, they're being held hostage by home invaders or something."
"Oh my god! You have to save them!" Emma cried. She always gets a little revved up when something happens.
"Uh, you do realize that, that theory is kind of out there?" Kao said keeping her cool.
"Yeah." I said. "But just because it's out there doesn't mean it can't happen."
But that's just how the story unfolds!
You get another hand soon after you fold!
And as your plans unravel in the sand,
what would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late!
I'm on my way so don't close that gate!
If I don't make that then I switch my flight and I'll be right back at it by the end of the night!
I continued to walk down the street until I got to highway two-oh-eight. I then walked up the onramp and followed the highway for about eleven miles. I live near the outer edge of Tokyo, so if you follow the highway northward for about eleven miles, you run into the woods. I run at an average speed of seven miles per hour when I'm pacing myself, so it only took me about two hours.
When I got to the woods, I listened for the hum of the electrical fence. The person who owns this patch of land, doesn't like kids going in and playing on it. Once a really long time ago, some kids were playing with matches and burnt down a bunch trees and stuff. The trees never came back, but a meadow grew in it's place. The land's owner didn't want any more of the trees burning down so he put up an electric fence. However, he's too much of cheapskate to keep it powered twenty-four seven, so it's only on for about an hour a day. However, the time it's on changes daily, so you have to be careful when you approach the fence. I didn't hear it, so I slipped under a hole in the fence and climbed over a chain-link one that wasn't electrified.
I hid my bags in this hole underneath the roots of a tree. I did this because if things at Carl and Sarah's went bad and I needed to book it, my bags wouldn't slow me down. All I was gonna take with me was my bow and arrow set, and the gun that was still tucked into my pants. I hoped to dear god I wouldn't have to use them.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now! A wish right now! A wish right now!
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now!
I walked to Carl and Sarah's. It wasn't a long walk, about twenty minutes. They live kind of close to the woods. Their hose is a mansion guarded by a giant iron gate. On the outside of the house is white siding with black panels on the windows and black roofing shingles. The path that leads to the house is red brick and has flowers lining either side. To the left is the driveway and to the right is this massive white-marble fountain. The small landing thing in front of the front door is made completely of white-marble. It'd be breath taking if you had never been there before, but I had, so I was used to it.
I was about to knock on the big, black front door when I noticed that it was slightly ajar. Carl and Sarah never leave the door so blatantly open like that. This must be a sign of forced entry. I thought to myself. I mean, come on. Who would leave their door wide open so anyone can just waltz in? I notched an arrow in my bow and walked in, listening for signs of life.
I walked from room to room looking for them. I didn't dare try and call out for them because the idea of them being kidnapped or even murdered by home invaders was looking more and more real to me. I checked the living room first. It was clear of people. The kitchen, clear. The library, clear. Both of their studies, clear. Both of their bedroom, clear. Everywhere I checked, there were no signs of people having ever been there. That worried me.
I then came to the basement. The door was unlocked, which was strange. They normally keep it locked and make a big point not to go down there whenever I come over. I was concerned about their safety, so I didn't think they wouldn't mind me going down there just this once. I opened the door and started walking down the stairs. I felt my heart rate increase and a bad feeling start to grow in my stomach and spread out across my body. Something deep inside me was telling me not to go down there, but I ignored it and pressed on.
The basement was, well, a basement. There was a work bench that looked like it had never been used and a bunch of shelves on the wall. I noticed there were jars on the shelves and I went over to get a better look at them. They were all filled with this red substance. I picked one jar up and noticed that there was a letter written on the top of the jar, "A". I put it down and picked up another jar. This one had the letter "B" written on the top of it. I picked up two more jars. "AB", "O". I put them back on the shelf and picked up another one. It was another "AB". These sound like blood types. I thought to myself.
I then heard someone start to come down the stairs. It scared me so bad that I dropped the jar I was holding on the floor, smashing it into a million tiny pieces of glass. It was quickly confirmed to me that it was in fact blood in the jars because the horrid scent filled my nose. I have a little bit of a stronger sense of smell then most people, which is pretty bad because strong smells like blood make me sick. Like really sick. I get headaches, I throw up, and if I'm exposed for way too long, I'll pass out.
However, I was more concerned with whoever was walking down the stairs to worry about the blood. The person stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Hello, Marceline." A voice said. I registered it as Carl's. I breathed a sigh relief.
"For god's sake, don't scare me like that." I said as I turned around. "Look, I'm sorry for coming down to the basement when you said spe-" I stopped mid-sentence when I caught a look at his eyes. Instead of being their normal, trusting, dark grey color, they were glowing bright red. "Carl, what's wrong with your eyes." That was the only thing I said before he lunged at me.
A wish right now! A wish right now!
Somebody take me back to the days,
before this was a job! Before I got paid!
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank!
Yeah, back when I was trying to get into the subway!
He pinned me down. Normally, I'd shoot an arrow at him, but I left Mockingjay's Freedom (3), my bow, on the work bench and I didn't reach it fast enough. I struggled against him, but he kept me pined down.
I have to say, the color of his eyes was scaring me. They didn't look like colored contacts or anything like that. His blonde hair hung over his face. My sapphire eyes looked up at him in fear. "C-Carl." I said with anxiety filling my voice and body. He smirked and his head moved towards my neck.
He bit me! Well, technically he didn't. I felt his teeth on my skin and immediately kneed him as hard as I could in the balls. What the fuck was he doing? Trying to rape me? I would never let him do such a thing. Not only would he be hurting me and ruining our friendship, but he'd be hurting Sarah. As he fell down on to the concrete, I got up and pulled out the gun.
I've never shot a gun before, so I wasn't sure how to do it. I took of the safety because it was hard to pull the trigger. I then proceeded to shoot him in the head. It was kind of a knee-jerk reaction. I thought he was raping me, so I killed him. Self defense, right? I squeezed my eyes shut in the moments afterwards. I didn't want to see Carl's dead body. I then heard Carl's laughing. I opened my eyes. He was unharmed.
I was in shock. He's okay? I thought to myself. But… But I shot him in the head! Did I miss? No, I couldn't have missed! I never miss! Well, that's with a bow and arrow. A gun is very different…Then I heard a girl laughing behind me. Sarah. I thought as I turned around. I immediately noticed that, like Carl, her eyes were way different from their normal color. Instead of being blue-grey, they were a shocking shade of bright red.
"W-what's going on?" I said with confusion in my voice.
"Oh, isn't it obvious?" Sarah said. "We're vampires."
And back when I was rapping for the hell of it,
but now a days we rapping to stay relevant!
I'm guessing that if we make some wishes out of airplanes,
then maybe, yo, maybe I'll go back to the days!
Before the politics we call the rap game!
And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tape!
And back before I tried to cover up my slang!
But this is for the Cada, what's up Bobby Ray!
"W-what?" I said. I was shaking like crazy on the inside, but I tried to stay calm on the outside.
"Carl and I are vampires." Sarah said. "We drink the blood of feeble mortals like you. That's why Carl wasn't harmed by the gunshot."
"N-no." I said. "V-vampires aren't real. They're just made up to scare little kids and/or teach them about numbers."
"Oh, you can deny it all you want, Marceline." Sarah said. "But when you think about it, doesn't it make sense?"
It actually kind of did. The blood in the jars, the eye color change, Carl not even being wounded by the gunshot… It all makes sense. But everything else didn't make sense. Why was the door open? Why was the basement unlocked? Why did they lure me down here? Why did Carl bite my neck? What the fuck is going on? And that's when the realization hit me.They want to drink your blood.
My eyes widened with shock at this realization. Before I knew it, I was filled with an adrenaline rush. I grabbed Mockingjay's Freedom, pushed Sarah down before she even knew what hit her, and rushed out of the house.
I don't know a lot, but one thing I did know is that I had stayed there even a second longer, I would be dead right now.
So can I get a wish to end the politics
and get back to the music that started this shit?
But here I stand and then again I say,
I'm hoping that we can make some wishes out of airplanes!
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now! A wish right now! A wish right now!
I ran all the way back to the woods. I cried for the longest time. It was about mid-afternoon when I got there, and the next time I looked up at the sky, the stars were out. I calmed down for a second and store up at the sky for a bit. I saw something bright fly across the sky. I wasn't sure if it was an airplane or a shooting star, but I still made a wish on it. I wished that the next time I opened my eyes, I would be safe in my bed in my hotel room. I got up, went to where I hid my bags, pulled them out, hid in the hole, and proceeded to cry again.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now!
A wish right now!
A wish right now!
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