Two Idiots Go to Berk

The Portal

"You whore! No one likes you, and no one wants you here!" She said, getting in my face, and backing me up against a wall. She then slapped me across the cheek. I then held my cheek, hiding my face in my hair, holding in my anger. I mean, come on? Why bother with a small nuisance like her? I'm going to be gone in a few days anyway. ~ (flashback end)

I tried my hardest to not throw my phone across the room, thinking about that, but I need my phone. It's the only one I am ever going to get. I continued packing my bag. I called my friend Chase. After the phone rang three times, he picked up.

"Wut teh feck do ya want?!"

"GET YOUR ASS UP OUT OF BED AND PACK A BAG! WE'RE GOIN' TO BERK BABEH!" I yelled through the phone.

"First of all, don't call me that. Second of all, how high are you?" He responded to my yelling.

"First of all, NO I'm not high. Second of all, it's not 'How high are you', it's 'Hi, how are you?'"

"Just go back to bed." He said tiredly.

"NO! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OVER HERE NOW WITH A PACKED BAG!"

" Luna, this is my Senior year, arguably the most important. I'M NOT PACKING A BAG TO MEET YOU AT YOUR HOUSE AT TWO A.M. TO DITCH SCHOOL."

"I have Hot Pockets."

"I'll be right there." He hangs up the phone. About two seconds later, my doorbell rang. I opened the door. He was standing there with a duffel bag over his shoulder, sweat pouring down his face. "Where..... are.... the.... HOT POCKETS....." He said, out of breath. I looked at him, wide eyed.

" How did you get here so fast?!"

"You should know my only motivation in life is food.... ESPECIALLY free food. NOW. WHERE. ARE. THE. HOT POCKETS?!"

"Okay, chill. I'll go get them." He stared at me crazily.

"Good." I quickly shuffled towards the kitchen. I grabbed all the food from the fridge, and threw it into a giant cooler. I also took out three Hot Pockets and cooked them. I brought out the hot pockets to Chase, and went upstairs to get my bags. I kicked them down the stairs, and after hearing the thumps of them hitting the bottom, I heard a small yelp. I jumped down the stairs, only to see that Chase was buried underneath all of my bags. "You could have asked where I was sitting first." I hear a muffled voice coming from under the bags.

"Sorry....." I helped uncover Chase from the bags.

"Seriously, why?"

"Sowwy..." I said in a baby voice.

"So why did you call me out here?" I looked at him with a mischievous glint in my eye. "I know that look... I don't LIKE that look..."

"I want you to see something real quick..." I said, trying to hide my smirk.

"Ok, this can be either really good, or really bad."

"Oh, it's good, I PROMISE."

"I'm scared...." I pulled him over to the portal. "Oh, you weren't lying...."

"NOPE! Hey, uuuh... look into the portal."

"Ok, what am I looking for exactly?"

"Uuuuuuh... do you see swirling black dots?"

"The whole thing is black, Luna."

"They are a darker black than the rest of the portal...." I said, nervously.

"Okay, If you say so...." He then leaned towards the portal. Heh... stupid mistake... I then kicked him through it. "WHAT THE-?!" I heard a SHWOOMP sound as he went through the portal. I then threw the bags through the portal. After I made sure all the bags were through, I jumped trough head first, and did a tuck-and-roll maneuver I learned in Martial Arts class. And then I heard muffled complaints coming from under me and the bags. I lifted up one of them, and saw his head face first in the ground. Chase then lifted his head, spat out a mouthful of dirt, and muttered a "Fuck you"