"ASSASSJERKBASTARD!! Read my car poem IHOPEYOUGETRUNOVERBYABLUELIMO! Tell him not to and keeps reading over and over STUPIDIDIOT!!!"
Marie was livid. This was hardly the first time Yu had stumbled upon her private collection of poems, but it continued to be deeply embarrassing. The big dumb silver haired boy simply refused to do the decent thing and ignore her poems! Of course Yu was just the symptom. The real target of her ire, the focus of her hate, was on whatever force was making her beloved (and she was certain, quite terrible) poems end up in his hand in the first place. She was almost positive her tormentor was Margaret. The secretary of The Nose had been giving her smug looks every time Yu had read a poem. Lately she had stopped being subtle about it, too, dropping hints like anvils (eww, that was a good one, have to remember that for her next poem) that she had read and smirked at poor Marie's most inner thoughts. How she was doing it was anyone's guess...she probably had all kinds of ways to mess with space and time in that stupid magic room. Just what was so much fun about humiliating the tortured soul of a young poet anyway?
Alas for poor Marie, she was soon to learn what real humiliation felt like!
It was in this state of rage and paranoia that Marie found herself smacking right into a big wooden sign at the end of a long drive.
"OW! Watch where your going, FISHFACEDJERK!...Oh." Marie said, blushing as she realized she had run right into an obstruction. "Who the hell put this here??"
Amagi Inn, said the sign. Why did that sound familiar? She didn't know that much about the world, so it surely must be from one of her trips with Yu. Inn....Inn....yeah! The Red Girl talked about an Inn. Its a place where visitors to town could stay, right? Wow. Look at that big wooden building. It wasn't flashy and bright like Junes. More...old...but it had a sort of solemn dignity about it. All the statues and little ponds with the big yellow fish looked pretty neat. If this was the same Inn that Red Girl talked about, it also had lots of rooms and a big public bath.
Yes. This was good. This was a good place to relax. Relax and smolder and forget about stupid cute boys that barge into your private things and read embarrassing things you write! Maybe the Red Girl could help her find some new clothes? Humans change their colors a lot, right? And wasn't getting new clothes supposed to relieve stress?
Or maybe she could get one of those rooms at the Inn. They probably had televisions. Televisions were supposed to be fun. Maybe she could finally watch that show Margaret had mentioned.
Or...or maybe a bath? Maybe a really long, really hot bath with all the girls gathered together like at the Ski Resort. They could wash each other's backs and talk about how stupid nosey idiot boys were. That had been a lot of fun up until the boys saw her naked....and even then smiting them with thunderbolts had been pretty satisfying in its own way. Still! A long bath with a lot of female company could be just what her mood demanded, this time without any male intruders.
Yes! Absolutely no one was going to embarrass her anymore today! And definitely no one would see her naked! All that mattered now was choosing what to do with her time...
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