A.J. and Zala
Posted July 2nd, 2018 by mischief
in In the woods. Getting in trouble with ritzy people
She steadied the sizzling frying pan, which cooked some unknown meat. Her foot slipped, spraying loose dirt into the food. I couldn't help from laughing. And that's when my cover on the limb was discovered. The girl glanced up at me, her brown cheeks flushing. " Who. Are. You"? She demaned, her voice trembling in shook. My hear stopped for a few secounds. I could be anybody, or nobody. I could lie or tell the truth. " Me? Nobudy". I don't even remeber my bilogical parents. I don't even know if " they" were even telling the truth. And frankly, that is unnerving.
" Com'on you have to have a name". Not really. " Since you seem to know. Tell me, what is it"? She laughed, and told me. " You've got the temper to go with the hair"! Red hair, potatoes, snappy tempers. You gotta love the Irish.
The night is cool and light, with tiny muderous insects enjoying human blood. Nagging questions also keep me from sleeping. Where is that boy? Why won't he give me his name? Is he also fighting for sleep in this forest? Is he a runaway....or worse?
Hazy smoke tickles my nose, and my unwilling eyes open.
" Good morning". The red head bird from yesterday chrips. His naked chest shivers, and I realize I have his shirt clutched in my hand. " You were cold last night, so I dropped it down to you". He explains, blushing. " So, I thought about it last night, and I thought A.J. would be nice". A.J. Lifts a blound eye brow. " How'd you get that"? " My dad, Aric Junior." " Oh, good". " You like it"? " Oh, no not at all. I just thought might be something like Addarvark Jack or something". " Here eat up, shcool comes before you like it". He threw my a bag of blue jolly ranches. For breakfast? Apprently.
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