And here we go, the coach is walking up to me and I know this can’t be good. He says to me, “Nadine, what on earth makes you think that you can cause a scene like this at a school event?” He keeps going, but I tune out. I then feel like now is time to finally explain to people why I do what I do. I reply, “I absolutely CANNOT stand people who buy their way into life. It only sets yourself up to be a failure, like me.” What I’m about to tell him next, I have never told anyone in my whole life. I feel butterflies in my stomach and my legs suddenly become weak. I shakily explain to him that growing up, I never had true friends because I grew up in a rich household. Because of this, I resorted to gossiping and digging into people’s business, which closed the door to potential friendships. I couldn’t be a trustworthy friend. Wow, I can’t believe that I just said that out loud, let alone to the head coach of our basketball team. It honestly feels like a big weight has lifted off my shoulders… I decide that it’s time to go home, as tonight was a roller coaster of emotions. I leave the school and start to walk home. When I’m about a block away, I hear a weird noise coming from the wooded area. I don’t really think anything of it and continue on my way home. All of a sudden, I hear footsteps getting closer and closer to me. I turn around and to my surprise, it’s Karen charging my way. I panic and start running as fast as I could, but my efforts are not enough. She hits me over the head with her brand new Gucci bag and, shit, whatever she had in there, knocked me out cold. I hit the cement, taking my last breaths, with Karen standing over me. I think, I would rather die right here right now, than to EVER have to look at that ugly ass haircut ever again. And I did. RIP me.
Mic Drop
I jump up from my seat, run down the stairs to the court, and pull the check out from my purse and waive it above my head. I notice that all eyes are on me while I explain the only reason Chuck is playing is because of the check his mom wrote out to the coach. I catch a glimpse of Chuck, and he oddly looks confused as if he isn’t in on this with his mom, which I don’t believe for a second. He then tells me that I’m going to regret ever opening my, in his words, “big fat mouth.” Blah blah blah, whatever, he doesn’t scare me. His mom, on the other hand, can’t trust anyone with that haircut. I see Karen in the stands, and she’s as pissed as you’re imagining, if not more… lol. A few seconds later, the two of them storm out of the gym, both red in the face. Once they leave, I notice how quiet it gets and how everyone is still staring at me… awkward. I don’t know what to do, so I do a pretend mic drop and that is the end of that. Or so I thought.
Mommy’s Money
Now that I am on the booster club for the basketball team, I guess I should actually go to a game for once. I head to the gym, and I can already tell that the gymnasium is packed before even entering. I find a seat, relatively near a mom with the “Can I talk to your manager” hair cut. I’m thinking, this has GOT to be Karen. So, I slide down a few rows so I can eavesdrop on her conversation with another mom from the team. A minute before the game begins, the starting five hit the floor and to my surprise, this mom gets way too excited that her boy was chosen to start. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but as the game continued, I wondered why he was even still on the court. Chuck is not good, and I know there are other boys on the bench who are much better. Now, I’m getting a little more suspicious. There’s like five seconds left in this tied game, and guess who freaking scores the winning basket… Karen’s son, Chuck. I’m FUMING. The only reason that he’s even on the court is because of his mommy’s money. Looks like it’s finally exposing time.
Snooping Season
I can’t believe that I snuck into the coach’s office that easily. They really must trust me just because my parents are rich. Should’ve known better… my first day of snooping and I already stumble upon something odd. A check written by Karen? Who on earth is Karen and why is she writing a hefty check out to the basketball coach? I was going to take a break from getting into people’s business because it was getting boring, but looks like I’m back in business. I must get to the bottom of this, and if it takes exposing someone, well, that’s exactly what I’ll have to do.
Happy Ending
I actually got over my little phase of being in love with Alex pretty quick. I’ve always been more into myself. I’m not much of a love guy. After I realized that, I was more on a ride trying to find her for Tristan. I’d say that us too had created quite the bond over the few years. I was having the time of my life time travelling. I wouldn’t take it back for the world. I really do wish I was alone though. Tristan really talks wayyyyy too much. Especially about Alex. Idk, things turned out great for me in the end. After we found Alex with her new family and Tristan went back to the present, I decided to settle in 1905 in a small little village, as a farmer. I hope all is well for the other two.
I’d say so myself.
A New Beginning
The life of a wizard cowboy such as myself takes you by the reins. The days are long… and the nights are even longer, full of danger to be wrassled, and drinks to be drunk. I woke up that morning once again in an empty house on the outskirts of town, with Robin long gone since that fateful day. I wiped the drool from my chin, and buckled my bootstraps. That hangover hit harder than any other I’ve ever had. Guess I should go on and get on my way to the good ol’ pharmaceutical.
I had gotten the proper hangover cure I was achin’ for, and was just ’roundin the corner when I heard a small commotion. I came into sight of the scene and there, like a toddler reachin’ for the forbidden cookie jar was a young boy trying to untie and steal my horse! I had only seen this type of bravery once before… It almost brought a tear to my eye. I knew this boy was in trouble, much like Robin was that one fateful mornin’. And on that day, a beautiful new adventure had begun…
Victory is Ours… Or is it
Apparently it was the Mayor that was behind all of this! At least that’s what Robin told me the next morning. Man, it sure is hard to believe that the people of the tri state area trusted that arsonist with their lives and tax dollars.
All’s in a day’s work for good ol’ Flint Radaghast and Robin.
I figured, after all this here victories we here have been havin’, it was time that I take good ol’ Robin out for a drink. I’m not quite sure what happened after we unmasked the mayor, but all I know is that Robin no longer goes by Macy or whatever. I sure am glad he got that sorted out. Identity crisis is no joke.
Robin and I pulled up to the bar and already could hear quite the ruckus emerging from inside the bar. We proceeded inside, and as soon as those doors swung closed, one of the goons pulled out his pistol and had it aimed at the other fella’ he was fightin’!
No good citizen of this tri state area would ever dream of taking down a fella’ civilian. I drew my magic pistol and told the goon to “hold it right there!” Robin was quick to have my back, and threaten we throw their butts in jail for such ruckus. Just as I was about to pull the trigger on my mild stunning bullet, a loud KABLAMO shot through the bar. I expected the other civilian to fall to he ground but it was none other than… Robin!
Black Outs, Betrayals, N’ Bootstraps
It’s been weeks since the Sheriff’s Department was attacked by an arsonist. Since then, buildings throughout town have gone up in flames like unattended weenies at a bonfire. Macy (or whatever his name is) and I have been ruthlessly tracking down clues to this great mystery. It keeps me up at night wondering who would possibly want to do such a thing to the tri-state area that I fondly call home.
On yet another fateful morning, I woke up from my drunken slumber and knocked back a few of those “hangover cures” to really make sure my morning started off on the right foot.
After another grueling day of firefightin’ (not what I signed up for when I became a wizard cowboy by the way), Macy and I were able to take one of the mindless henchmen hostage. It was at that point that things got pretty fuzzy for me… All I know is there was the mayor, a betrayal, an unmasking, a throwback, and a lot of fighting and death… I barely escaped by the leather of my bootstraps.
Sike, This is My End
Well I thought my life was over and would fade into darkness. Oh how I wish to be enveloped by sweet nothing, but no. I’m sitting in some kind of afterlife waiting room. It smells like eggs in here. Well I guess at least I’m not alone in this god forsaken place. By my side is my estranged brother, Robin. I guess he was killed not too long after me. Pretty neat if you think about it. I can’t believe I was about to turn my life around only to be killed by a drunk wizard named Flint. Flint! Who names their kid Flint? Anyways, this is my final message to the world: life starts with pain and ends with pain. All I know is pain and all I smell is eggs. Goodbye forever.
My End
Everything was going according to plan. So I thought. The city was going up in flames (it was a beautiful sight) and those two nitwits kept putting them out. They eventually caught my henchmen in the act. His unloyal ass led them to me in my office. Not cool.
To my surprise the one beside the bumbling wizard was my brother, Robin. At least he looked like Robin. Half the time he acted as someone named Macy or something, I don’t know. I thought I hated him for letting my parents neglect me like they did, but when I saw him an overwhelming sense of forgiveness came over me. We hugged and I vowed to never commit an evil act and then BLAM! I was shot by that spreak (spell-freak) (I guess that’s a pretty sick burn in the wizarding world). My last and final action was to write this because the people deserve to know the truth. Goodbye cruel world.
artinternationalrejects.art.blog 