Here's some random different short stuff I wrote you don't have to read it cause it probably isn't that interesting. >.<
The hot coffee warmed my mind, calming me. I thought of when we watched the stars last night. Was she thinking of that too? She picked up a pen and put it in her ear, to match what she wore every day. Sometimes I envy her. I looked out the window and saw the park. The frame of the window was rusty, and a strand of cat hairs mixed in with it. I turned to her, and saw the fear in her eyes.
Mud bubbled and spat. I tried not to look, but it's bright color grabbed my eyes and made me glare at it. I knew he would do it, but before 3 hours ago, I didn't even believe in magic.
Matt fell against the bars. I flinched, but tried not to show weakness. When will he finish? Matt looked at me, blood spilling out of his mouth and nose. I realized I wasn't breathing for a while, so I sighed and looked away from Matt. That's when I heard the click of a gun.
"Table for thirteen, please." Oh, that's how many. I looked at Cindy. She seemed surprised that we were actually going to this. I watched as a few waiters pushed some tables together. "Good thing Tina isn't here, she'd ruin everything." I frowned, a little offended. It didn't matter who said that, I turned around and began yelling.
Our call ended with a bang. I didn't know if I should hang up or listen to the endless beep indicating that the one who shot the gun had hung up. After a long moment, I hung up. "Who was that?" I looked at my father, and said, "Wrong number." He frowned. "Are you sure you don't want to call him back?" Father was listening in on my side of the conversation.
I loved flying. But after what happened today, I don't think I'll ever do it again. Earlier this morning, I was finishing up packing for a flight to Lawrence, Kansas. The phone rang and I rushed to pick it up. "Hello?" I said, as I put the phone to my ear and used both my hands to zip up a suitcase. "...Hello?" I heard quiet breathing. "You will die in that plane." The line went dead.
Pat straightened another picture frame. I looked at him. "You need to calm down. He will agree to the terms and he will sign it." I assured him. He seemed skeptical. "How can you be so sure? Daren's really hard to persuade; he'll never agree!" I sighed. This deal may be hard, but it will keep our worst enemy down.
Grace looked around the room. She enjoyed the pictures. But she didn't know all about dragons, so she looked at me and said, "Do all dragons breathe fire?" I smiled and opened a dragon book. "Not all." I replied and flipped through the pages. "What about this one?" She stopped me at one page and took the book. "That's the Chinese Dragon God. Ancient China worshipped dragons, and this one was the big boss. Doesn't breathe fire, or water...no element you'd think of." She thought and tried to prove me wrong. "Lightning?" I shook my head. "What?" She had already given up. "Life and Death."
I woke up sitting at a table. Other people sat around me, some awake, some asleep, or dead. "What happened?" I asked someone. "Same for everyone. Went to bed last night, woke up in a chair." I frowned and said, "Why do you suppose we're all here?" He sighed and said, "I only know what I've been told." I looked at the table and saw cups of water in front of everyone. "And what's that?" The man took a sip and said, "Don't ask questions."
I unlocked the door and turned on the computer. I plugged in the hard drive, in a hurry. It was loading too slow. The phone rang and I picked it up. "Did you download the hard drive?" I looked at the screen. It had an error. I hesitated and said, "The hard drive crashed." I heard silence on the other end. Then, "I warned you." I sighed and said, "I'm sorry I didn't believe yo-" The line went dead.
"So we won't get recognized?" I asked him, hoping we won't get caught. If so, that's the end for me. "No, its not big enough to catch the news' attention." I sighed from relief. "So its not like its on TV, right?" He shrugged and said, "Not much is, kid." Don't call me kid. I'm 17. I didn't say that to him, he'd probably beat me to a pulp, especially since he's upset about the incident.