The Diary Of My Imminent Doom

Chapter 7

A/N:

Okay. Total makes an appearance in this one. It's all good.

To Flowersocks (forgot the numbers on the end, sorry): Thanks! Shock horror: I actually am a teenager.

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Wow. I am really pathetic, huh?

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27/8/15

Dear Diary,

You read right. Nothing has happened for two weeks. No more attacks. Nobody waking up. Barely any interaction between me and the others. We'd sorta distanced ourselves from each other, I guess so we could forget about the others. Also, Iggy's been hanging out with David more. Meaning he's in my house. Welcome to my house, play that music too loud...heh, sorry. I've been listening to the radio again. But yeah, it's been quiet.

It's also my birthday.

Today. 28th of August. I'm officially thirteen. My friends think I'm turning fourteen. Half my flock are comatose. My life is complicated, yo. I totally just sounded gangster there. And...ruined it with my totally. I sat up, yawned, and pulled on some clean-ish clothes. I hadn't been tragically killed in the past weeks, so my karma obviously isn't running up to speed. I s'pose that's a good thing. I stepped out into the hallway. Empty. Nothing unusual. Somehow it felt...more peaceful. Quieter. Slightly darker, too. You may have noticed that I wrote 27 instead of 28 in the date. If you're as smart as I don't give you credit for, you may have already worked out why I did that. If not, read on.

I peeked into the lounge, shivering at the blanket mountain which hid Max, Fang and Angel. I walked straight past them, keeping my eyes on the kitchen. I hopped up onto a stool, and stared at the wall. The clock ticked in the background. I'm getting a sense of deja vu. I dunno why. But-

"You're up early," Total noted, trotting into the kitchen. My eyes narrowed. Where was he the past two weeks? Has he missed this whole thing?

"Another trip with Akila. Brigid wanted me to see where she used to live," he explained. I wasn't convinced.

"Okay. Wait, what do you mean 'you're up early'?" I asked. He sighed dramatically.

"It's eleven forty one. PM," he added. My jaw dropped. What? I'd only slept for two hours?

"Are you serious." I said exasperatedly.

"Very. I'm only awake because I was feeling a little peckish," Total answered. He must've been joking. Must've. It wasn't-

"RING, RING. RING, RING."

"You may want to answer that," Total observed. I gave him a no duh look, before reaching over the counter and grabbing the phone.

"If you're selling subscriptions, I don't want any part in it," I deadpanned. Total gave me a disapproving look.

"That is not any way to answer the phone-"

"I think you'll want a part of this subscription," said...KACI? What the heck? No, let me say this to her, not to myself.

"Kaci? What the hell are doing calling me at," I glanced at the clock. "Eleven fifty pm?!" I exclaimed. Total shook his head.

"That's even worse than the first time."

"I don't care, Total. Kaci, you better have a good reason, or I will-"

"Okay, okay. I get it, you'll kill me. It's the moment we've been waiting for since the concert," she began slowly.

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means, Gazzy, that Raelia is out." I sat there, staring blankly at the wall. Finally:

"What?" I heard her sigh.

"The sequel. To Akarnae," she clarified. I didn't reply. Just sat there.

"Holy crap, are you serious?"

"You're asking that an awful lot today," Total said dryly.

"Dead," Kaci replied.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, IT'S OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! OH MY GOD!" I shouted.

"Yeah. So, get your ass down to the bookstore right now. We're buying it. Then reading it."

"Deal. I'll be there in ten," I agreed, before hanging up.

"See ya, Total. I'm going out," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. Well, it looked like he was. If he had eyebrows, they would be raised, is what I'm saying.

"You're going out? At midnight?" He questioned.

"Yeah, with Kaci. You know her, right?"

"I may have seen her once. Wait, her. Are you going on a date?" I felt my face burn up.

"NO! It's not a date, Total, we're...going shopping..." I trailed off. That sounded so bad. So bad.

"Okay. See you when you get back," he said. I raced back to my room, tugged on some converse, and pulled a beanie over my head. As I got to the door, I snagged my puffer jacket, and pushed open the door. After I closed it, I took a few steps forward, then stopped. Shook my shoulders. And let my wings unfurl. I liked my wings. They were simple. And big. Bigger than Max's. So about fifteen, sixteen feet across. They were light brown, and I don't know how else to describe them, so yeah. I leaped up, snapped my wings downwards, and rose steadily into the air. Flying is probably the most awesome thing I've ever experienced. Not even blowing things up comes anywhere close. I soared upwards, and looked down at Arizona. Yeah, I was that high. The wind was pretty strong, though. So strong, in fact, that it whipped my beanie right off my head.

"Oh come on!" I yelled, diving after it. I scooped it up, and shoved it in my pocket. I ain't putting that thing on again. While I flew towards the mall, you know what I thought about! The name of this diary. Well, you, technically. You get my point. It's the Diary of My Imminent Doom. Also known as DOMID. What kind of acronym is DOMID? It should be something cool, like...I dunno, DEATH or DOOM or DODGE or DAFFY or something, you know? Like...Diary of Documented Gasman Explosions. Um, no. Nevermind. One I was thinking of was Diary...My...Explosive Downfall. So it spells DAMNED. But what about the A and N? According to? Nuclear? This is where I'm lost. I spotted my destination, and landed with a thud behind the building. I put my beanie back on, and walked casually around the corner.

"You're late!" Kaci shouted when she saw me. What? It took me, what, less than ten minutes to get there!

"I said less than ten minutes!" I insisted.

"Try twenty," she held out her watch. 12.15. Damn.

"My beanie blew away," I told her.

"Sure." But it did!

"So, this book?" I questioned. She nodded, holding up her hands.

"I was pretty sure you'd be late, so I bought them anyway," she explained. I took the book, and examined it.

"Cool. How much do I owe you? Twenty? I'll bring it to school tomorrow. See ya," I said, turning around. Kaci grabbed my arm.

"You don't owe me anything. Consider it a gift."

"Huh? What? Why?" I asked dumbly. I shouldn't have. It's a free book, man, just take it! She grinned.

"You really don't know?" Yes, that's why I asked. I thought it was obvious.

"No!" I exclaimed.

"See you tomorrow, Gaz. Happy birthday," she said before walking off into the shadows. Wow, badass exit. Oh, crap. There we go with the badass thing again. I wonder what'll explode this time. Wait, birthday? It was past midnight. Which meant...oh my god, it was! Woah! And now I'm gonna go home, read Raelia, then sleep the whole day while contemplating my woeful, tragic life story.

I stepped back behind the building, and zoomed off towards the house. I really can't be bothered describing it, but I won't. When I got back, Total was there, waiting in the hallway like a creepy watch dog. I always thought it would be cool to have one, but now I do...nope. just, nope.

"How was your date? What are you holding?" Total asked, walking around my feet. Some people found that cute, but me? No. And at half past twelve in the morning? Double nope.

"It wasn't a date, and it's a book. Which I am going to read. In my room. Alone," I added, in case he didn't get the memo.

"A book? You're reading? Willingly?" He checked. I threw up my hands.

"Yes! Goodnight," I said, walking off.

"Technically, it's good morning," Total called. I resisted the urge to flip him off. I closed the door behind me, and dropped onto the bed, opening the book. Okay. Let's do this thing.

Seven hours later, I was exhausted. I'd stayed up all night reading, and finishing the book. Only to be completely annoyed by it. I nearly cried at the ending. I felt the wetness in my eyes, believe me. Dumb book. And don't even get me started on the pairings...of course, it was still an awesome book. I loved it. But that said, when the remaining flock plus Total came knocking at my door to wish me a happy birthday, they found me dead asleep, clutching the book. I slept until, like, five, before I got up. I stretched, stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror.

"I'm thirteen. I am thirteen," I repeated, awestruck. It was really underwhelming. I thought there would be some, I dunno, big change or whatever. But no. Woah, I'd spent a third of my thirteenth birthday reading a book. That must be some kind of record. I shook my head, and walked into the kitchen.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAZZY!" Nudge shrieked, running towards me and wrapping me in a hug.

"Um. Thanks?" I said uncertainty. Nudge rolled her eyes.

"Just because there's only three of us doesn't mean we have to be depressed on your birthday," she said reasonably.

"Well, okay. Is there cake?" I asked. Iggy grinned.

"Well, we did try to bake one, but Nudge gave me the wrong ingredients. Let's just say that baking soda and icing do not mix well," he paused, realizing the pun. "Hey, that was pretty good."

"Sure, Iggy. Anyway, we should probably go buy one. Dr M gave us enough money for it," Nudge put in. I nodded.

"Let's go get this cake, then!"

Fifteen minutes later, we were walking down the isles of the local supermarket.

"So, uh, Iggy? What type of flour do we get?" Nudge asked.

"I'm not making another cake. Y'all can buy one," Iggy said.

"This makes things so much easier. Why did you not just say that BEFORE we spent ten minutes looking at flour?" I groaned. Iggy smirked.

"Because it was pretty funny..." Iggy trailed off, probably sensing our moods.

"Where the heck do you buy cakes from in a supermarket?" We stood in silence for a while, thinking about it. Then I had an idea.

"Wait! The bakery section! I saw a cake!" I exclaimed, raising my hands in triumph. The other shoppers gave me weird looks. I slowly put my hands down. You don't have to hate. We headed over to the bakery section, and saw the cake stand immediately. But...there was only one cake left. Nudge burst out laughing.

"What? What am I missing out on?" Iggy asked irritably. Nudge whispered something in his ear, and he started laughing. I gave them both a sour look.

"Looks like there's no other cakes," Nudge began.

"So we're gonna have to buy that one," Iggy continued.

"Meaning you're gonna have a Dora the Explorer cake!" They finished, cracking up. I glanced at the cake in horror. Why me? Why must I have a Dora the Explorer cake? Why not three years ago when I was obsessed with it? True story. I heard Nudge suck in a breath.

"Oh my gosh," she uttered. I loooed at Iggy, before turning to her.

"Um. You alright?" I asked cautiously. Nudge wordlessly pulled out her iPhone, and held it out to me. It had a picture of a guy on it. I rolled my eyes.

"Nudge, we're trying to buy a cake. Not looking at photos of guys." She shook her head, and pointed behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, and saw the guy in the photo, talking earnestly to the baker person. I shrugged, turning back to Nudge.

"So?" Her mouth dropped open.

"Gazzy...that's Josh Green. The celebrity?" She added at my clueless look. Ah. But then, get this, he started walking towards us. Us. Three mutants with freaky powers. He smiled.

"Hey, guys. Mind if I get through to that cabinet?" He asked. I nodded soundlessly. Nudge held out a pen and paper.

"Can you sign? I mean, could I please have your autograph?" I grinned. He took it.

"There ya go. I've gotta get going, todays my cousins birthday," he said, before taking the Dora the Explorer cake and walking off. I stared at him.

"OMG! I can't believe it! I have his autograph!" Nudge squealed. Iggy grimaced, probably thinking the same thing I was.

"Yeah, great. But what about the cake?" Nudge shut up. We flew home in silence, and didn't mention the cake again.

So that was my birthday.

And how the last cake was taken by Josh Green.

Life really screws you over sometimes, huh?