Freak Week: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

     Dear Robot Diary,

     Crush shakes me awake from my sleep, which was inevitably caused by the cuteness and horrific environmental tragedy of the Shih-Tzu rain.
Crush.
Oh, Robot Diary, would you believe it if I said that there he was, standing over me like he cares, which he may or may not? Of course, there's nothing I can do other than gape at his expression of concern. Concern, diary! Maybe just a spark of a future begins to form...

"You fell asleep on the food supply," he says gruffly. I can't help but notice his sandy hair and tan cheekbones that run down to his mouth. His face is gentle but hiding an inner seriousness that I live for. His clothes, tattered and covered in dust, hang around him like a beautiful cloak of mysteriousness. And his name is Jacob. But, you know, I think Crush suits him pretty well.

But right now, he's angry at me.

There's always more room for a future, or at least that's what I tell my disappointed self. Jacob was right; I had fallen asleep with my head nestled in between unidentifiable substances.
"Right," I say. "Ok."

Day 2 had begun.
Freak Week had always been filled with a barrage of strange occurrences, but it was usually a guessing game as to what was next. But not this time.
Banana and Marmie run toward the tiny basement window. Banana points at the sun before anyone else can, saying the obvious.
"It's red," she says flatly. "Red."
And that wasn't all. Jacob raises his hand in the other direction. "No, it's blue..."
As it turned out, they were both correct. There were two suns: one red, the other blue.
The heat of the abnormal solar phenomenon was unbearable. Being outside must have been torturous for those unlucky enough to find themselves there. I vocalize this opinion, then immediately regret it.
Harry, finally having fully recovered from the banana incident, curled his lips into a smile, and said:
"You know what else is hot?"
I bravely resisted the urge to slap him. I settled instead to throw a can of food his way, narrowly missing his big nose-
And flying, to my horror, straight into Crush, who is lit maniacally by the two colorful suns from behind him.
He looked even better as he doubled over on his rib cage, which I probably just hit with some beans or something.
But Robot Diary, his wavy and sandy blond hair came cascading down around his face, which was contorted with a beautiful expression of pain and fury rolled into one hot mess of handsomeness. His shirt, soaked with the water he had been holding, seemed to glow in the purple light of the combining colors of the suns. "Lace!" he gasps. I cringe.

"Ohhhhhh DAY-um!" shouts Marmie. I almost throw some beans at her too.

Back to the problem: we're all being fried. Robot Diary, I'm writing as much as possible in you now in case you overheat. The two suns are drawing closer together, moving across the sky into an inevitable collision.
Anyway, Banana, Harry, Marmie, and I all lost our calm at this realization. We need some kind of a shelter. The suns are now drawing closer and closer together like a bow and arrow waiting to be fired. I scream. So does Banana.

"Shut UP!" says the ever cool-headed Crush. "We need a solution. Everyone find some kind of a covering: we need to block the light!"
Mr. Kevin pointlessly nods as though agreeing with him.
Harry shrugs and reaches to take off his shirt. I look away in disgust and turn my eyes to the room.
It's dark, but hot. I look around for anything that I can see that might just block the light of the tiny basement window.
I see it then: a fire blanket. Old and dirty, it had always seemed pointless, but I now could put it to use.
Proud of my discovery, I slam myself against the glass to retrieve it. A fire alarm goes off, but promptly burns out from the heat of the suns, now looking as though about to collide into a mess of purple heat. I press the blanket against the small window-
just as the two suns collide, sending a stream of lavender light, a combination of the red and blue from the strangely colored stars, just as I had predicted.
Crush smiles at me and gives me a high five. I'm close to tears from the emotional stress of the day and the intense burning in my hands through the fire blanket, yet Crush is like a glimmer of hope.

Then I remind myself we're in the school basement with limited food, one tiny window and five more days of Freak Week awaiting us.

See you tomorrow, Robot Diary.