Transparent - chapter 3 - "Ai, Ian!"
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"Whoa, dude, what the hell happened to you?" Ilaine exclaimed, looking me up and down.
"Tripped down the stairs," I grumbled. Yeah, over... A vine. That I didn't see until I tripped-Shara shrieked and interrupted my thoughts. "Ai, Ian! You have a gash the size of Texas across your back!" she said, running inside to get her mom, Kyla; a doctor.
Once she came out, she examined my cut for a moment. She sighed. "Shar - he's not going to die. Don't exaggerate, mijo." She laughed. "Sorry, mami," Shara mumbled, grabing a box of bandages. "It's shallow - it'll scar, but he'll be fine," Kyla stated, patching up the cut.
"Hey, dork, we should probably go home now... School starts tomorrow, hence the 'Last Day Of Summer Pool Party'?" Iliane said, laughing. I rolled my eyes. "But yeah, sure," I told her, standing up.
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"You used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your nightdress, discarded all the naughty nights for niceness, landed in a very common crisis..." My alarm clock woke me up with one of the many songs programmed into it. I yawned as I hit the ''off" button. Turning, I saw Ilaine standing in the doorway with her familiar hot-pink hair soaking wet. "Ian, who's singing at this unGawdly hour!?" she said, smiling. "Iuhnno mom!" I said, imitating the same moment of The Big Bang Theory she was. She put down a basket of clean clothes in front of her and kicked it towards me. She closed my door quietly. As soon as she was out of the room I stood up. The wood of my floor creaked and the coldness of it sent a chill through my body. I grumbled various words under my breath and bent over the basket of clothes, picking out a bright yellow V-neck T-shirt with a fairly tight pair of skinny jeans.
I slipped both the garments on and went to my closet. A studded belt and a pair of dirty, worn pair of black Vans slip-on awaited me on the floor. I swung my backpack over my unusually frail shoulders and grabbed my keys, which had been in the pocket of my backpack. I waved to my parents and walked outside and into the garage.
I sat in the large, old car's driver seat. Its vinyl upholstery had grown excessively cold while sitting in our garage, which held nothing but my car and Ilaine's (she'd left already, however, so it was gone) while my parents' truck sat outside. I jammed the key into its rightful place, turning it. Fuck, I thought, It won't start. I sighed. This should be fun.