User:Acinonyx2/Wicked Sense of Humor

I muttered softly, curled up on the high-raised chair as I typed out on the computer, just hitting the keys that felt right to me as I searched for Blaze. The guy had gone missing, which was completely great. Yeah. Right. It’d be great when hell froze over. Haha. I’m funny, see?
Anywho, the computer was loading stupidly slow and was not giving any sort of result. No one had seen Blaze for a couple of days now, which was just completely f**king awesome. Nikki was the last one of us who had seen the guy and she was just a gold mine of information, not like she knew anything. She had been in class, with me, when Blaze had gone missing.
I should have skipped that day, maybe gone to see Blaze. Maybe. It’s too late to worry now. All I could do was try to find him and maybe I would. That would be great.
--- I watched the land soar underneath me, nothing but a beautiful blur. But if I thought about, I could see the smallest blade of grass or hear the sound the small animals made as they moved. It was so beautiful and a low almost eerie call could be heard, but I could not see what had made it.
The wind rushed past and the ground was suddenly coming closer at a surprising speed and talons flashed out and there was the high pitched squeal of something small being caught up, the talons digging deep into its flesh. An odd, satisfied feeling rolled through me at the struggling and squealing of the field mouse.
But that would mean those were my talons, but I wasn’t a bird. Not one at all. Right?
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I sat up straight in my bed and ran a hand through my hair, brushing back the slightly damp strands with a slight impatience before I stretched with a sigh, reflecting on the dream and grumbling softly. If I was going to be a bird, just f**king great. A bird. Awesome. Yeah, right. Like I want to be a bird. Well, it could be worse. My “Change” could be a mouse or something. Maybe a porcupine [see, Nikki? I made a joke with you]. Sarcasm. I do that a lot, have you noticed? I climbed from the bed and pulled back my hair into a loose ponytail before I pulled on my jeans and flipped on my computer as I curled my legs up on the chair as I tapped my fingers on the desk, waiting for the computer to start before starting to type away, looking for more information on Blaze, but nothing came up. Like it would. He was a sophomore in high school. High school students don’t matter. Sure we don’t.
I engaged Nikki on the IM, getting the information for class that day, seeing if she had heard from Blaze [no], and other nonsense. I stretched again and shifted at the slight creeping feeling along my shoulders, but I shrugged it off as I contacted Icestar briefly to say good morning and etcetra. After a few minutes I logged off and turned off the computer, stumbling a little as I did so.
I frowned noting a strange fuzziness floating through my mind and I grabbed the desk and arched an eyebrow when I noticed the slight bumps racing down my arms and I looked closer. As I watched, mildly bemused by the whole situation, feathers started to slide out of the bumps and began to lap in a pattern of white and brown. Totally awesome colors. Hell no. “No fucking way,” I muttered as the bumps started to roll and stretch. What a f**king good time to Change, right before I had to go class.
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I sat in the chair, not listening to what the doctor said, letting my mom listen. She was a mid-degree Owl. Of all things random, and Owl. Haha. See? I’m trying to keep my spirits up. If she was an Owl, then I guess it made sense that I’d be a bird, right? Sort of, in some sick twisted way. I guess. I’m just rambling now because I don’t what to know what the doctor’s talking about, but apparently I’ll be fine. I could at least function and go to school normally, granted the bumps kept racing up and down my arm at odd times. It felt like some had placed a string of beads under my skin and kept twisting them. It kind of tickled and at the same time there was sick, deep rooted disgust at seeing any of the bumps. It kind of looked like a bad case of chicken pox, minus the nasty red color and itching.
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The second I got home, I got back onto the computer. I was not about to go to school after the doctor’s visit. I started up the internet to start some research, trying to ignore the itching and general fuzziness threatening to cloud my mind and I had no intent of giving in to it. It’s not that I was against the Change, I just did not really want to change before having to go to school. At least if I changed, but hearing would be better. That might be neat.
I shifted again on my seat as I logged onto the MoS network, feeling a little uncomfortable so close to the floor . Oh the pains of being a bird morph! *insert fake sob here*. At least it was an osprey. They were cool, I suppose. At any rate, they were a bird of prey and relatively big so they were not something like a sparrow.
I was getting distracted, I needed to keep the search for Blaze so I went back to clicking away on the computer, watching the letters and numbers pop up. Everyone was at school, so I could not ask them if they had seen Blaze. No one should be forgotten, not even a high school student. Especially not a high school. Granted, we were not your average student—techies for the win! Haha. Anywho, we were too nosy for our good with grand plans [not really “grand”, I just like the term]. At least I something to do in my afternoons off, at stuff to do with three really cool people [yeah, I said “cool”, so sue me].
I felt myself drifting towards sleep and the next thing I knew, I was getting beeped or the equivalent of getting beeped at and I woke my computer up as I sat up in my chair, stretching a little and I smiled what I saw on the screen. It seems that my friend was farther away than I thought.