Write-in and AMV for the day :D
Martin was the sort who, when he was upset, drove just as carefully as when he wasn’t, which was good, since his inclination at such times was to take to the road.
This day had sucked bollocks, and that was all Martin could say on the subject. After all, it wasn’t every day that you slept in late, waking once to your alarm and turning it off in a delirious haze, then putting the mobile back on the table. Waking twenty minutes later to find that the mobile had, in fact, been placed in a cup of water resting on the bedside table rather than on the bedside table, as he had originally thought. The thing had not been cheap, and needless to say, it did not survive its unceremonious dunking.
It was in this chaos of his being late for work and struggling to button his shirt up the right way that he stepped out of his door and stepped down onto what he thought was the floor. Only floors did not squeal and crunch sickeningly under one’s foot. Kittens did, especially when one had just stepped on their leg at a bad angle while said kitten was stretched out in front of one’s bedroom door. Little sisters did enough in the squealing department as well, once they rounded a corner and saw exactly what had happened; brother’s foot coming down hard on tiny leg with the result of the bone snapping hard and lying at odd uneven angles while the kitten wailed.
“MUM!!” Vera shouted at the top of her lungs, an obvious look of horror on her face at her brother’s clumsy misdeed. “MUM, MARTIN KILLED SPARKY! He stepped on her and broke her!” Sparky’s wails rose in response to her owner’s shouts, as if corroborating the fact. “Sparky’s going to DIE!!”
“What’s going on, Vera?” Martin’s mother reached the top of the stairs before she saw what had happened. She looked at Martin, who felt something like disappearing on the spot as the kitten continued to wail, and then turned her attention to simultaneously comforting the crying seven year old and examining the kitten’s leg. “Okay, Vera, it’s okay. I’m going to call the vet and if we’re very careful, Sparky’ll be okay.”
“I’m late for work,” Martin told her.
“Then wake Micah, please,” his mother said distractedly. “He cant skip school just because they called him a genius.” And she was off inquiring into the kitten’s well being.
s here.
Eh, I'm so mean. And that's just the beginning *is sadistic...*
And a sweet little AMV for the road, before I head off to my area write-in.
This day had sucked bollocks, and that was all Martin could say on the subject. After all, it wasn’t every day that you slept in late, waking once to your alarm and turning it off in a delirious haze, then putting the mobile back on the table. Waking twenty minutes later to find that the mobile had, in fact, been placed in a cup of water resting on the bedside table rather than on the bedside table, as he had originally thought. The thing had not been cheap, and needless to say, it did not survive its unceremonious dunking.
It was in this chaos of his being late for work and struggling to button his shirt up the right way that he stepped out of his door and stepped down onto what he thought was the floor. Only floors did not squeal and crunch sickeningly under one’s foot. Kittens did, especially when one had just stepped on their leg at a bad angle while said kitten was stretched out in front of one’s bedroom door. Little sisters did enough in the squealing department as well, once they rounded a corner and saw exactly what had happened; brother’s foot coming down hard on tiny leg with the result of the bone snapping hard and lying at odd uneven angles while the kitten wailed.
“MUM!!” Vera shouted at the top of her lungs, an obvious look of horror on her face at her brother’s clumsy misdeed. “MUM, MARTIN KILLED SPARKY! He stepped on her and broke her!” Sparky’s wails rose in response to her owner’s shouts, as if corroborating the fact. “Sparky’s going to DIE!!”
“What’s going on, Vera?” Martin’s mother reached the top of the stairs before she saw what had happened. She looked at Martin, who felt something like disappearing on the spot as the kitten continued to wail, and then turned her attention to simultaneously comforting the crying seven year old and examining the kitten’s leg. “Okay, Vera, it’s okay. I’m going to call the vet and if we’re very careful, Sparky’ll be okay.”
“I’m late for work,” Martin told her.
“Then wake Micah, please,” his mother said distractedly. “He cant skip school just because they called him a genius.” And she was off inquiring into the kitten’s well being.
s here.
Eh, I'm so mean. And that's just the beginning *is sadistic...*
And a sweet little AMV for the road, before I head off to my area write-in.
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