Daily Life 2
Title: Daily Life 2
Author: Esana Bridges
Note: Birthday Wishes To You ~
Note2: Don't even try to understand if you don't know me.
So many things to say. So many things to do.
I'll always think of us as freshmen, of them as sophomores, of them as juniors - always.
Eternally.
**bump**
**pause**
**set**
**pause**
**HIT**
"AHH!!!" Rie ducked backwards and, after a moment of waving her arms frantically trying to keep her balance, fell over, landing with a hard plop. She sat there for a moment, glaring at Ryoko, who was grinning at her. "Must you change your mind so frequently? I thought you weren't going to hit!"
Ryoko grinned. "I wasn't. But it was such a nice, high set. And besides, you looked ready."
"Nobody is ever ready for a bomb," Rie muttered under her breath. She got up and looked around for the ball.
**whoosh**
"...Please don't tell me that's ours..." Rie glared at the ball that had just gone through the door in the divider of the gym and was rolling far away from her and Ryoko.
"Whoops!"
Glancing over her shoulder as she jogged after it, Rie sighed. Of course, Blair would hit the ball back at her, miss, and it would go perfectly through the door.
Damn ball.
"Oh God. Chelsea, are you alright?"
Let's see. We're playing one of the best schools in the county, they have tall people, we're mostly pretty sure except for a few mutants, and our best player just got injured. I wonder what that'll do to our chances.
Ten seconds later -
"Libby!"
Oh wow, now someone from the other team down. This gym is cursed.
Ryoko paused for a moment in her pursuit of the rolling ball and looked at the line for doubles. Currently it was empty. Rachel was heading there. She glanced to the side, at Rie, who was also looking that way. They glanced at each other.
"GO, GO, GO!"
Rie charged for the ball, as Ryoko sprinted past Rachel and skidded to a halt on the end line, almost crashing into the ball cart. Ten seconds later, Rie had tossed her a ball and she was serving.
On the other side, Katie and Tina looked at each other - and then dived in unison as Ryoko's topspin serve landed right between them.
"YES!"
Together, Ryoko and Rie charged to the other side.
Rie steadied herself as Christy served. She balanced herself for a pass and then realized it was going too high. She jumped for it, realized that it was going out, and tried to retract her hand, but it was too late. She touched it and winced as the shank lost her and Ryoko the play.
She landed.
**pop**
Oh shit.
"THE STINKING HIT HIT THE FLOOR FIRST AND THEN ME AND I STILL COULDN'T BREATH FOR THE REST OF THE GAME. WHAT THE CRAP IS HE?!"
"Psh," Ryoko waved a hand. "You're exaggerating."
**after the tournament**
"I JUST SCRAPED HIS HIT AND MY ARM STUNG FOR AN HOUR."
"Now, you feel my pain."
"...You can't whistle?"
James puckered his lips and demonstrated. Mayumi watched him for a moment and then did the same and blew. A clear note rang out. James scowled at her.
"Wow. You really can't whistle."
"Shush. It's a useless activity."
"No, it's not. Have you ever spoken with Aya? She whistles all the time, clarinet songs, classical music, this piece from there - how could you not whistle?"
"Whistling is stupid."
"...You're a mutant, James."
"No, no, no. I'm normal. You people who can whistle are the mutants."
"Pokefarm, Pokefarm, Pokefarm ~"
"...This is impossible. I just clicked like two hundred Pokemon and I moved up 0.1%! WHAT THE HECK?!"
"That's what happens when you get into the higher numbers."
"...Ryoko ~~~ This is impossible. Help me ~~~~"
"Nuuuu. I have work to do."
"...MICHELLE, HELP ME."
"What are you going to pay me?"
"...I have to pay you?"
"Rie, you should know that nothing is free in this world."
"...I have to PAY YOU?!"
"How about five dollars per 1000 clicks?"
"...I'm not talking to you anymore."
"...I didn't want anything for my birthday."
Rie grinned at Hane. "I know. That's why I made it."
**next day**
"...YOU LOST THE CONTAINER?!"
"I thought it was in Chemistry, but apparently not."
"YOU LOST THE CONTAINER?!"
"It was very small and compact and I am not used to carrying something like that around with me."
"...Hane...how's that even possible?!"
Ryoko hugged Hane. "Hane is very special ~~"
Rie sighed. "Yes, she is, but not in a good way."
"Everything about Hane is good ~~~"
"...Not if she can't keep one freaking container safe..."
"Oh guess what guys? It's my birthday!"
**silence**
"No way."
"Really?! Happy birthday!"
"What??? But it wasn't on Facebook!"
"She's kidding, guys."
"I'M NOT!"
"Then why isn't it on Facebook?"
"I wanted to see how many people would remember..."
"...I don't believe it. It's not Facebook official."
"...Okay, Lucy. Okay. (But it is my birthday.)"
"(If it was your birthday, it would be on Facebook.)"
"...You just wait until Hope gets here."
**Hope arrives**
"Oh, happy birthday, Rie!"
"...OMIGOD IT REALLY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY."
"...No, I still don't believe it. I bet she planned this to make us think that it's really her birthday."
"...LUCY, I SWEAR TO GOD: IT IS MY BIRTHDAY."
"I am NOTHING like Phillip."
Rie glanced over her shoulder at the shorter girl. "Hane, I hate to say this, but you're so much like Phillip that it's actually quite scary."
"...I am NOTHING LIKE HIM."
"Well, you weren't like him, but I think being around him has infected you. Hey, Ryoko, can I kill him? And then her?"
"NUUU~ You can't kill either of them. Hane is awesome ~ and Phillip is funny ~"
"...Phillip is the bitchiest, most irritating person I've ever met."
Under her breath, Hane muttered something offending.
Rie glared at her. "Okay. He's TIED for first.
Rie glanced at the TV.
"You might have noticed then I'm a bit taller then 5'9"," The woman said to the man, blushing. They had met via an online dating site and were just meeting for the first time.
"Yeah...How tall are you?"
"5'13"."
"Christy broke her hand, Abby sprained her back, Isabella broke her foot, Cathy pulled a muscle...they have like...seven players now."
"Wow. Really?"
"Yeah, like it all happened at once."
"Man that sucks."
"For them, all right, but it sure makes it easier for us. I hope that we play them again."
"Yeah, but we'll have to make sure to go easy on them."
"...Oh shit."
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too."
"Oh shit. SCRIPT FRENZY ALREADY BEGAN?!"
"Yep. Do you wanna do it?"
"...YES. DEFINITELY. OH SHIT."
**boom**
"...God damn it, Ryoko, do you want to kill me?"
"I would never do that, Rie ~~~ It's just nice to pass with you again. I can actually hit ~~~~"
"...THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE."
"It's GOOD FOR YOU. GO."
"...I hate you."
And of course, I'm sure that you'll kill me next season, but to avoid another painful death, I think I'll work very hard on getting hits and reading them, though I think that's impossible for you, 'cause every time I move in one direction, YOU ALWAYS HIT THE OTHER WAY.
WHY?!
WHY IS THAT?!
DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?!
...Poop.
You suck.
I dislike non-atomic weapons that have the same strength as weapons and are AIMED SPECIFICALLY AT ME. USUALLY WITHOUT ANY WARNING.
Honi. (Hoi, hoi, hoi hoi, hoihoihoi ~ hoi, hoi, hoihoihoi ~)
Potemayo.
Just got fried by a creature that shoots lightning bolts from jelly beans on the sides of its head.
Oh look, another bad coach.
Yumyum.
Pudding.
(Pst, you're out of ugly-number 15 :D (not that it is an ugly number))
Ew. Amsco.
Omigod. TNH revitalized.
Cinderella and the non-existent glass shoe.
A LIGHT RED dress (no, it is NOT pink, because that would clash).
Flower petals.
Drifting down, down, down.
Skating on the wind.
Running around.
Falling to the ground.
Happy birthday ~
Author: Esana Bridges
Note: Birthday Wishes To You ~
Note2: Don't even try to understand if you don't know me.
So many things to say. So many things to do.
I'll always think of us as freshmen, of them as sophomores, of them as juniors - always.
Eternally.
**bump**
**pause**
**set**
**pause**
**HIT**
"AHH!!!" Rie ducked backwards and, after a moment of waving her arms frantically trying to keep her balance, fell over, landing with a hard plop. She sat there for a moment, glaring at Ryoko, who was grinning at her. "Must you change your mind so frequently? I thought you weren't going to hit!"
Ryoko grinned. "I wasn't. But it was such a nice, high set. And besides, you looked ready."
"Nobody is ever ready for a bomb," Rie muttered under her breath. She got up and looked around for the ball.
**whoosh**
"...Please don't tell me that's ours..." Rie glared at the ball that had just gone through the door in the divider of the gym and was rolling far away from her and Ryoko.
"Whoops!"
Glancing over her shoulder as she jogged after it, Rie sighed. Of course, Blair would hit the ball back at her, miss, and it would go perfectly through the door.
Damn ball.
"Oh God. Chelsea, are you alright?"
Let's see. We're playing one of the best schools in the county, they have tall people, we're mostly pretty sure except for a few mutants, and our best player just got injured. I wonder what that'll do to our chances.
Ten seconds later -
"Libby!"
Oh wow, now someone from the other team down. This gym is cursed.
Ryoko paused for a moment in her pursuit of the rolling ball and looked at the line for doubles. Currently it was empty. Rachel was heading there. She glanced to the side, at Rie, who was also looking that way. They glanced at each other.
"GO, GO, GO!"
Rie charged for the ball, as Ryoko sprinted past Rachel and skidded to a halt on the end line, almost crashing into the ball cart. Ten seconds later, Rie had tossed her a ball and she was serving.
On the other side, Katie and Tina looked at each other - and then dived in unison as Ryoko's topspin serve landed right between them.
"YES!"
Together, Ryoko and Rie charged to the other side.
Rie steadied herself as Christy served. She balanced herself for a pass and then realized it was going too high. She jumped for it, realized that it was going out, and tried to retract her hand, but it was too late. She touched it and winced as the shank lost her and Ryoko the play.
She landed.
**pop**
Oh shit.
"THE STINKING HIT HIT THE FLOOR FIRST AND THEN ME AND I STILL COULDN'T BREATH FOR THE REST OF THE GAME. WHAT THE CRAP IS HE?!"
"Psh," Ryoko waved a hand. "You're exaggerating."
**after the tournament**
"I JUST SCRAPED HIS HIT AND MY ARM STUNG FOR AN HOUR."
"Now, you feel my pain."
"...You can't whistle?"
James puckered his lips and demonstrated. Mayumi watched him for a moment and then did the same and blew. A clear note rang out. James scowled at her.
"Wow. You really can't whistle."
"Shush. It's a useless activity."
"No, it's not. Have you ever spoken with Aya? She whistles all the time, clarinet songs, classical music, this piece from there - how could you not whistle?"
"Whistling is stupid."
"...You're a mutant, James."
"No, no, no. I'm normal. You people who can whistle are the mutants."
"Pokefarm, Pokefarm, Pokefarm ~"
"...This is impossible. I just clicked like two hundred Pokemon and I moved up 0.1%! WHAT THE HECK?!"
"That's what happens when you get into the higher numbers."
"...Ryoko ~~~ This is impossible. Help me ~~~~"
"Nuuuu. I have work to do."
"...MICHELLE, HELP ME."
"What are you going to pay me?"
"...I have to pay you?"
"Rie, you should know that nothing is free in this world."
"...I have to PAY YOU?!"
"How about five dollars per 1000 clicks?"
"...I'm not talking to you anymore."
"...I didn't want anything for my birthday."
Rie grinned at Hane. "I know. That's why I made it."
**next day**
"...YOU LOST THE CONTAINER?!"
"I thought it was in Chemistry, but apparently not."
"YOU LOST THE CONTAINER?!"
"It was very small and compact and I am not used to carrying something like that around with me."
"...Hane...how's that even possible?!"
Ryoko hugged Hane. "Hane is very special ~~"
Rie sighed. "Yes, she is, but not in a good way."
"Everything about Hane is good ~~~"
"...Not if she can't keep one freaking container safe..."
"Oh guess what guys? It's my birthday!"
**silence**
"No way."
"Really?! Happy birthday!"
"What??? But it wasn't on Facebook!"
"She's kidding, guys."
"I'M NOT!"
"Then why isn't it on Facebook?"
"I wanted to see how many people would remember..."
"...I don't believe it. It's not Facebook official."
"...Okay, Lucy. Okay. (But it is my birthday.)"
"(If it was your birthday, it would be on Facebook.)"
"...You just wait until Hope gets here."
**Hope arrives**
"Oh, happy birthday, Rie!"
"...OMIGOD IT REALLY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY."
"...No, I still don't believe it. I bet she planned this to make us think that it's really her birthday."
"...LUCY, I SWEAR TO GOD: IT IS MY BIRTHDAY."
"I am NOTHING like Phillip."
Rie glanced over her shoulder at the shorter girl. "Hane, I hate to say this, but you're so much like Phillip that it's actually quite scary."
"...I am NOTHING LIKE HIM."
"Well, you weren't like him, but I think being around him has infected you. Hey, Ryoko, can I kill him? And then her?"
"NUUU~ You can't kill either of them. Hane is awesome ~ and Phillip is funny ~"
"...Phillip is the bitchiest, most irritating person I've ever met."
Under her breath, Hane muttered something offending.
Rie glared at her. "Okay. He's TIED for first.
Rie glanced at the TV.
"You might have noticed then I'm a bit taller then 5'9"," The woman said to the man, blushing. They had met via an online dating site and were just meeting for the first time.
"Yeah...How tall are you?"
"5'13"."
"Christy broke her hand, Abby sprained her back, Isabella broke her foot, Cathy pulled a muscle...they have like...seven players now."
"Wow. Really?"
"Yeah, like it all happened at once."
"Man that sucks."
"For them, all right, but it sure makes it easier for us. I hope that we play them again."
"Yeah, but we'll have to make sure to go easy on them."
"...Oh shit."
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too."
"Oh shit. SCRIPT FRENZY ALREADY BEGAN?!"
"Yep. Do you wanna do it?"
"...YES. DEFINITELY. OH SHIT."
**boom**
"...God damn it, Ryoko, do you want to kill me?"
"I would never do that, Rie ~~~ It's just nice to pass with you again. I can actually hit ~~~~"
"...THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE."
"It's GOOD FOR YOU. GO."
"...I hate you."
And of course, I'm sure that you'll kill me next season, but to avoid another painful death, I think I'll work very hard on getting hits and reading them, though I think that's impossible for you, 'cause every time I move in one direction, YOU ALWAYS HIT THE OTHER WAY.
WHY?!
WHY IS THAT?!
DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?!
...Poop.
You suck.
I dislike non-atomic weapons that have the same strength as weapons and are AIMED SPECIFICALLY AT ME. USUALLY WITHOUT ANY WARNING.
Honi. (Hoi, hoi, hoi hoi, hoihoihoi ~ hoi, hoi, hoihoihoi ~)
Potemayo.
Just got fried by a creature that shoots lightning bolts from jelly beans on the sides of its head.
Oh look, another bad coach.
Yumyum.
Pudding.
(Pst, you're out of ugly-number 15 :D (not that it is an ugly number))
Ew. Amsco.
Omigod. TNH revitalized.
Cinderella and the non-existent glass shoe.
A LIGHT RED dress (no, it is NOT pink, because that would clash).
Flower petals.
Drifting down, down, down.
Skating on the wind.
Running around.
Falling to the ground.
Happy birthday ~