My Multiverse Trip 121 121. Everyday I'm Shufflin

I told Charlie I had a lot of homework to do, and that I didn't want anything to eat. There was a basketball game on that he was excited about, though of course I had no idea what was special about it. honestly I just had Chinese food from dipsy in the kingdom yum eggrolls and general tsos chicken.

i spent most of the night gaming on the laptop and listening you YouTube til I was training time. Today I had done something I promised a long time ago. I had helped Neville fix his parents minds with a bunch of potions from the shop and gave them a bunch of things to fix their bodies I mean being almost brain dead and stuffed into st Mungo for 14 years does a number on someone I even gave them some elixir of life to help Deage them a bit them and the potters got along because they were old friends lily was even Nevilles G.o.d mother and Alice longbottom was Harrys the only thing that was awkward was Bella being there but they got over it pretty fast when I made up some bs about her being potioned and controlled by voldie. she apologized though which was nice.

Today me and teacher decided to play with guns more specifically sniper rifles. why the h.e.l.l would you want a bow when you can blow off someone's head from thousands of feet away? sure I mean some bows are cool but guns are even cooler and what is more satisfying than pistol whipping someone in the face with a desert eagle mid combat then shooting them in the knee. I have to get a gunblade at some point my nerd heart just can't handle it.

Today was an overall normal day and tomorrow I would be back to school.

It was super sunny today and really nice out which also ment zero vampires in school today so my cla.s.s went by the same as usual with my utter hatred of math and more dodgeball for gym I enjoy dodgeball the only thing more fun than dodgeball in school is playing with the giant rainbow parachutes or those little wheeled things you sit on and push yourself around on. ah I miss childhood at time. if you didn't get to play with a parachute in school your childhood sucked.

Mike was happily bragging about his date with Jessica at lunch to me today he was rather excited I suggested some nice places that weren't a diner in forks as that's not good to bring someone someplace they always go too. He asked me to come with him tomorrow to pick out some nice clothes I had agreed cause I needed some new clothes myself and maybe a new jacket the one I had now was pretty s.h.i.t it was just like a basic raincoat I didn't think people even used those anymore I need a stylish hoodie.

Later that day after school I told Charlie I was going to port angelas tomorrow to pick up some new clothes and a coat he was fine with it men don't really care about these things. I told him I was helping Mike with he predate clothing he perked up listening to gossip which I happily filled in for him.

"We'll leave right after school, so we can get back early. You'll be okay for dinner, right?"

"Ryan, I fed myself for seventeen years before you got here," he reminded me.

"I don't know how you survived," I muttered, then added more clearly, "I'll leave some things for cold-cut sandwiches in the fridge, okay? Right on top."

It was sunny again in the morning. I dressed for the warmer weather in a deep blue t shirt and some jeans.

After school, Mike followed me home in his SUV so that I could ditch my books and truck. I was feeling a slight lift of excitement as I contemplated getting out of Forks. I left a note for Charlie on the table, explaining again where to find dinner, exchanged some regular cash from the system and put it in my pocket and went out to join Mike. We went to Eric's house next, and he was waiting for us. My excitement increased exponentially as we actually drove out of the town limits.

Mike drove faster than the Chief, so we made it to Port Angeles by four. It had been a while since I'd had a guys night out. We listened to rock songs while Mike jabbered on about the girls we hung out with. we stopped off at a taco bell to get a nice fix of mountain dew Baja blast and some beefy five layers.

Port Angeles was a beautiful little tourist trap, much more polished and quaint than Forks. But Mike and Eric knew it well, so they didn't plan to waste time on the picturesque boardwalk by the bay. Mike drove straight to the one big department store in town, which was a few streets in from the bay area's visitor-friendly face. They also needed new clothes for the dance coming up. The dance was billed as semiformal, and we weren't exactly sure what that meant. The suit selection wasn't large, but both of them found a few things to try on.

I went to the less formal area grabbed some of those 5 pack fruit of the loom t shirts in different colors and some new boxers a few packs of socks and a nice dark blue overshirt. Next I got me 3 new hoodies and a raincoat that looked like a dinosaur to go along with my dinosaur rain boots f.u.c.k yeah. they didn't have any of those cool light up adult sketchers I was disappointed why do only kids get the cool shoes with flames on them and glowing lights and we only get adult shoes, bulls.h.i.t. ironically I found a Harry Potter t shirt and wallet I bought them and couldn't wait to show Harry i may even sell some to his fan club.

We planned to go to dinner at a little Italian restaurant known as pizza hut on the boardwalk, but the clothes shopping hadn't taken as long as we'd expected. Mike and Eric were going to take their clothes back to the car and then walk down to the bay. I told them I would meet them at the restaurant in an hour - I wanted to look for a bookstore. They were both willing to come with me, but I encouraged them to go have fun - they didn't know how preoccupied I could get when surrounded by books; it was something I preferred to do alone as my inner thief often made appearances. They walked off to the car chattering happily, and I headed in the direction Mike pointed out. I had no trouble finding the bookstore, but it wasn't what I was looking for. The windows were full of crystals, dream-catchers, and books about spiritual healing. I didn't even go inside. Through the gla.s.s I could see a fifty-year-old woman with long, gray hair worn straight down her back, clad in a dress right out of the sixties, smiling welcomingly from behind the counter. I decided that was one conversation I could skip. There had to be a normal bookstore in town.

I meandered through the streets, which were filling up with end-of-the-workday traffic, and hoped I was headed toward downtown. I wasn't paying as much attention as I should to where I was going.