Celestin123
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Chapter 2: Haters gonna hate ~
It was a very bright morning; I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. I was in my bed… how long had I been asleep? I hopped off and tip-toed around the house, careful not to awake Desolous in case he was still sleeping. To my surprise, he was already in the kitchen making a pancake and scrambled eggs for me.
He turned and saw me, “Oh good morning Celestin, I hadn’t seen you there. I trust that
you’ve rested well?”
“Yeah sure I’m fine, but…how long have I been asleep?”
“Oh, well you’ve been asleep for about two days now and I was planning to…”
I cut him off before he could continue, “What? But…that means that today is my birthday! That means that I’m turning seven now!” It seemed important at the time and
I was excited to be yet another year older.
“Well yes, although you should know that…”
I cut him off again in my excitement, “Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s hurry up and get to the bakery, I want my cake! And while we’re there, you can tell me what presents you got me!” I exclaimed.
Desolous sighed, “Very well, go get ready and I’ll be at the car.”
“Huh? But why can’t we just fly over there, Desolous?” I asked.
His eyes widened, “What? How dare you even think of such a thing!? I’ve told you that you are only allowed to fly when I tell you to. You don’t want that incident with the robber to repeat itself, do you?” he exclaimed.
I was surprised at how angry he’d gotten at the question, “But what does that have to do with this? I just think that we’d get there faster if we just flew over there…”
“Well you can’t always use your wings for everything. I’ve told you that you can’t let normal people see you fly! I refuse to discuss this any further, okay? This conversation is over.”
I decided that if I kept asking then he might be angered further and he might change his mind about my cake so I just walked away to get ready to go to the bakery……
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As I pulled open the door to the bakery I was greeted by a quaint little bell. Desolous was already there, talking to the baker about the possibility of making a cake made purely out of chocolate. I looked around and decided to wander around, admiring the unique and decorative pastries placed there for public view.
As I wandered around, I noticed a group of four kids a bit older than me. They were staring at me and all scowling, they didn’t seem to be fond of my presence there but I decided to simply ignore them, for I knew that Desolous would get even angrier if I got into anymore trouble.
After a couple of minutes I’d thought that they forgot about me and turned their attention to something else, but I was proved wrong when they all walked up to me.
“So…what are you doing here, kid?” asked the tallest one, who was probably the leader of those mindless puppets standing behind him. He talked in an arrogant tone, one that I did not appreciate in the least.
“Well, today’s my birthday, so I thought that it’d be nice to get some cake to properly celebrate it.”
He smirked, “Aww, how cute. How old are turning kid? 6? Well I turned 9 last week, I’m practically an adult!” His comment about being an adult nearly made me bust out laughing but I decided to hold back my laughter in order to not anger the big idiot.
“I’m 7 for your information, and you’re nowhere near being an adult. Anyways, is there a reason that you’re talking to me?”
His smirk turned into another scowl, “6, 7, big deal, you’re still a kid! And I wanted to talk to you because I wanted you to know that you don’t belong here. I’ve heard about you before, you’re that weird kid who doesn’t go to school and thinks he’s better than everyone! And this is my dad’s bakery, so I don’t think you should be talking to me like that!”
“I’m sorry but your father’s shop probably doesn’t get many customers considering how his idiot of a son chases everyone away, now does it? So unless you want this bakery to get even less customers, then I think you should leave me alone."
I saw anger in the boy’s eyes and knew that this wasn’t going to end well for me, “Oh please we don’t need people like you to give us money! And you don’t know who you’re talking to, don’t you? I’m one of the most popular people in my school! And if you keep talking to me like that then I’ll just tell my mom, who’s a cop, to get you into big trouble!”
That was the last straw, I was seriously tired of that annoying kid who wouldn’t leave me alone, “Well I don’t go to your school, and either way, I don’t care! And your mom can’t do anything to me or else you’ll all get in big trouble with me and my dad!” I was yelling now, and I didn’t care that I had just called Desolous my dad either.
I could tell it was the last straw for the kid too, he seemed really mad now. “Oh yeah? well then it’s time that someone taught you a lesson!” before I realized what he meant by that, he and his friends pushed me to the ground and, surprisingly, it hurt a lot more than I thought it would, but before the boy could do anything else to me, an ice cream cake appeared out of nowhere and splashed itself onto his face.
I didn't have time to wonder where the cake had come from before I heard a voice, “Marvin Pennington! Just what do you think you’re doing!?” As I struggled to get up I realized that the voice came from the kind baker whom Desolous had been speaking to a mere few minutes ago.
The boy, who was apparently called Marvin, wiped some left-over icing off his face and onto his sleeve, ruining the expensive shirt he was wearing, “Oh hey dad, I was just talking to this kid when he threw a cake at my face! You gotta do something about it!”
That idiot was acting coy, but I saw through his act and I could tell the baker did too, “Now what have I told you about lying to me, Marvin? I saw the whole thing and YOU are in big trouble!” the baker nodded at me and led Marvin by the hand into the storage room, most likely to discuss punishment.
With Marvin now gone, his puppets ran away before they could be punished as well.
I smirked, and turned around to see Desolous, who had been watching the whole time as well.
He didn’t seem mad though, “Alright Celestin, the baker was kind enough to give us the cake so we could go home now.”
I was surprised by his lack of concern, “But…what about that kid and our argument?”
Desolous looked confused, “Hm? What argument, I didn’t see anything.”
I didn’t bother replying to him again since I knew he’d just deny the fact that he’d seen everything. So instead I pushed open the bakery’s front door and walked over to the car, already imagining how exquisite and delicious the cake would taste.
< Message edited by Celestin123 -- 10/26/2011 18:57:32 >
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