of course.
My Cyclopod buzzed pulling me right out of a trance.
“My lecture ended early so I decided to head home for a quick bite. Cal is somewhere on campus, hunting as usual. Hit her up for a ride, if you can, and come over for some drinks before the Carnival tonight,” Marla said. She loved planning events. I could hear the excitement resonate through the receiver.
“I actually have some readings I need to catch up on before the carnival tonight so I think I’ll fly solo.”
“I hear ya. I have a midterm tomorrow and I’m not even half way through the material,” she sighed.
“Try a semester’s worth of material, then we’re on a leveled playing field,” I snorted.
“What have you been doing the whole semester?” She asked in wonderment.
Reuniting lost fragments, saving my boyfriend from an eternity of turmoil or worse, expiration. Reuniting myself in a parallel world, summoning Endeca and resurrecting one of its members.
“You know… stuff ,” I uttered, evasively.
“Sounds like Nicholas is consuming your brain,” she said, giggling.
That would suffice as an explanation although it was, in part, one of the reasons for my absenteeism.
“It’s not his fault. He always suggests innovative ways to pick up the slack. I’m the biggest procrastinator and usually it’s okay because I always pull through. But now, I have this assigned partner and she literally hunted me down and held a gun to my head—she threatened my life if I didn’t complete these assignments,” I exaggerated.
“Xenia, we’re in college now. We’re expected to be responsible adults and that means fulfilling your end of the work.”
I conceded, “You’re right. And maybe Tree was right about skipping the carnival.”
“What? She’s crazy! You have to go to the carnival. Since when have you ever taken orders from anyone, especially from someone named Tree ?” she screeched.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s for the best.”
“Maybe it’s time you listen to me. Get your ass home, read a chapter or two, and come support your friend who’s throwing the carnival? Okay?”
“How’s seven?” I stifled. Hell hath no fury like Marla scorn. She generally was a shy complacent girl whom you’d seldom get a rouse out of, but when you did, you’d run for the hills. On that note, I deliberated upon my options. Going to the carnival meant making tradesies with my offline self, which worked out as she was on the down low with the E-SOM lurking about.
I hopped on the bus, getting a head start with my readings on the bumpy road. I smeared highlighter all over the page and decided to save the highlighting for a stationary setting. In deep thought, I focused on the page and before I knew it, my off-source was becoming quite familiar with the workload. I breathed at ease the rest of the way home—two heads were definitely better than one, figuratively speaking.
Smoke in mirrors
As I neared the front door, I heard music emanating from within. The music grew louder and louder as I reached the kitchen. There, I found Edric oscillating to hard-core rock music while cooking.
“Edric, Edric!” I shouted through the music. He swiveled around, donning my mother’s floral apron.
“Xenia, you nearly startled me,” he smirked, lowering the volume. “Look! I’m cooking.”
“I see that. Where are my parents?”
“They left on another business trip. Isn’t that great? We get the house to ourselves. Why don’t we throw a party?” he beamed. I’d never seen Edric act so normal . Maybe he was experiencing some type of resurrection-crisis.
“I don’t like the idea of a bunch of random people crashing my home and doing God knows what in it,” I let slip, surprising us both. My superego reclaimed the rains in my parents’ absence.
“But isn’t that what college kids do given the circumstance?”
“There’s no circumstance .”
“Empty house big enough for an epic party,” he grinned ear to ear. Evidently, his
My Cyclopod buzzed pulling me right out of a trance.
“My lecture ended early so I decided to head home for a quick bite. Cal is somewhere on campus, hunting as usual. Hit her up for a ride, if you can, and come over for some drinks before the Carnival tonight,” Marla said. She loved planning events. I could hear the excitement resonate through the receiver.
“I actually have some readings I need to catch up on before the carnival tonight so I think I’ll fly solo.”
“I hear ya. I have a midterm tomorrow and I’m not even half way through the material,” she sighed.
“Try a semester’s worth of material, then we’re on a leveled playing field,” I snorted.
“What have you been doing the whole semester?” She asked in wonderment.
Reuniting lost fragments, saving my boyfriend from an eternity of turmoil or worse, expiration. Reuniting myself in a parallel world, summoning Endeca and resurrecting one of its members.
“You know… stuff ,” I uttered, evasively.
“Sounds like Nicholas is consuming your brain,” she said, giggling.
That would suffice as an explanation although it was, in part, one of the reasons for my absenteeism.
“It’s not his fault. He always suggests innovative ways to pick up the slack. I’m the biggest procrastinator and usually it’s okay because I always pull through. But now, I have this assigned partner and she literally hunted me down and held a gun to my head—she threatened my life if I didn’t complete these assignments,” I exaggerated.
“Xenia, we’re in college now. We’re expected to be responsible adults and that means fulfilling your end of the work.”
I conceded, “You’re right. And maybe Tree was right about skipping the carnival.”
“What? She’s crazy! You have to go to the carnival. Since when have you ever taken orders from anyone, especially from someone named Tree ?” she screeched.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s for the best.”
“Maybe it’s time you listen to me. Get your ass home, read a chapter or two, and come support your friend who’s throwing the carnival? Okay?”
“How’s seven?” I stifled. Hell hath no fury like Marla scorn. She generally was a shy complacent girl whom you’d seldom get a rouse out of, but when you did, you’d run for the hills. On that note, I deliberated upon my options. Going to the carnival meant making tradesies with my offline self, which worked out as she was on the down low with the E-SOM lurking about.
I hopped on the bus, getting a head start with my readings on the bumpy road. I smeared highlighter all over the page and decided to save the highlighting for a stationary setting. In deep thought, I focused on the page and before I knew it, my off-source was becoming quite familiar with the workload. I breathed at ease the rest of the way home—two heads were definitely better than one, figuratively speaking.
Smoke in mirrors
As I neared the front door, I heard music emanating from within. The music grew louder and louder as I reached the kitchen. There, I found Edric oscillating to hard-core rock music while cooking.
“Edric, Edric!” I shouted through the music. He swiveled around, donning my mother’s floral apron.
“Xenia, you nearly startled me,” he smirked, lowering the volume. “Look! I’m cooking.”
“I see that. Where are my parents?”
“They left on another business trip. Isn’t that great? We get the house to ourselves. Why don’t we throw a party?” he beamed. I’d never seen Edric act so normal . Maybe he was experiencing some type of resurrection-crisis.
“I don’t like the idea of a bunch of random people crashing my home and doing God knows what in it,” I let slip, surprising us both. My superego reclaimed the rains in my parents’ absence.
“But isn’t that what college kids do given the circumstance?”
“There’s no circumstance .”
“Empty house big enough for an epic party,” he grinned ear to ear. Evidently, his
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