Moj lay in bed that night looking up at the dark ceiling. His hands tucked behind his head propping it up comfortably. He thought back to when he had helped that man on the street. He thought about when Carter and he had rumbled. And he thought about the pleasant rush of adrenalin, and the strange whirling sensation that somehow, instead of clouding his vision, made him hyper focused on the fight. He recalled how he had anticipated the jock’s blow and had rolled clear just in time. He felt some of the adrenalin return with just the thought of fighting. “I could totally do that all the time!” He thought. Then he slipped off to sleep. The next morning had been uneventful. A normal sort of relaxing morning. Later the trio were just eating lunch and talking about nothing in particular as good friends do when relaxing. When a skinny average looking kid came up and addressed them. “Well, hello!” He said in a sly, squeaky voice. He wrung his hands in a nervous sort of way as he spoke to Markus. Israel looked up at the kid and was instantly suspicious of him. Dillila looked quietly distrusting of his oily mannerisms. Markus looked surprised at his sudden arrival. “Who are you?” Israel asked with a mix of suspension and curiosity. The skinny boy turned his watery odd looking gray eyes on Israel and frowned. “Hey, I’m talking to the kid with the mean swing that smacked ol Carter upside the head.” He said in an annoyed manner as if he didn’t have time to waste. Israel sat back in his chair and he and Dillila exchanged a look. The skinny kid turned back to Markus. “Can we talk?” Not waiting for a response, he slid into one of the chairs and started talking in a rapid, squeaky, way. “Listen, I have an offer for you.” As he spoke his eyes darted about the room and his hands kept turning round and round. “I come from a school about an hour drive from here. I brought you some news from The Wrecker.” Pulling a letter out of his pocket and handing it over quickly. “Let us know what you think.” He said mysteriously. Then he stood and slunk off into the lunch crowd. Markus blinked. Israel and Dillila sat for a moment in quiet. Then Dillila leaned forward and said in a hushed and excited voice. “Well! Are you gonna open it?” She asked, her blue eyes looking curiously at the envelope. As Markus ripped the package open Israel and Dillila leaned in with anticipation.
Moj lay in bed that night looking up at the dark ceiling. His hands tucked behind his head propping it up comfortably. He thought back to when he had helped that man on the street. He thought about when Carter and he had rumbled. And he thought about the pleasant rush of adrenalin, and the strange whirling sensation that somehow, instead of clouding his vision, made him hyper focused on the fight. He recalled how he had anticipated the jock’s blow and had rolled clear just in time. He felt some of the adrenalin return with just the thought of fighting. “I could totally do that all the time!” He thought. Then he slipped off to sleep. The next morning had been uneventful. A normal sort of relaxing morning. Later the trio were just eating lunch and talking about nothing in particular as good friends do when relaxing. When a skinny average looking kid came up and addressed them. “Well, hello!” He said in a sly, squeaky voice. He wrung his hands in a nervous sort of way as he spoke to Markus. Israel looked up at the kid and was instantly suspicious of him. Dillila looked quietly distrusting of his oily mannerisms. Markus looked surprised at his sudden arrival. “Who are you?” Israel asked with a mix of suspension and curiosity. The skinny boy turned his watery odd looking gray eyes on Israel and frowned. “Hey, I’m talking to the kid with the mean swing that smacked ol Carter upside the head.” He said in an annoyed manner as if he didn’t have time to waste. Israel sat back in his chair and he and Dillila exchanged a look. The skinny kid turned back to Markus. “Can we talk?” Not waiting for a response, he slid into one of the chairs and started talking in a rapid, squeaky, way. “Listen, I have an offer for you.” As he spoke his eyes darted about the room and his hands kept turning round and round. “I come from a school about an hour drive from here. I brought you some news from The Wrecker.” Pulling a letter out of his pocket and handing it over quickly. “Let us know what you think.” He said mysteriously. Then he stood and slunk off into the lunch crowd. Markus blinked. Israel and Dillila sat for a moment in quiet. Then Dillila leaned forward and said in a hushed and excited voice. “Well! Are you gonna open it?” She asked, her blue eyes looking curiously at the envelope. As Markus ripped the package open Israel and Dillila leaned in with anticipation.
It's an archaic emphasizer, possibly derived from using our lady's name as a curse word. Hmm, you keep using that phrase, I do not think it means what you think it means. I'm sure that's why the Good Lord invented books. XD
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XD
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Doh, you're such a sweet talker! *Blushing happily* I think I'd say the same to you! 
