I told you I didn’t have an attention span. I also mentioned in yesterday’s post that I had an INSANE week. I did, however, write seven hundred words on the story. And I lost four thousand words on a different story.
Amongst other writing events that happened, I just kinda wrote out story tropes and such. So anywhozzles.
What is today’s Writer’s Square about? Well, I don’t know. I don’t know if you can tell by the time this goes up, but I’m an hour past my deadline, and I’m tired. That being said, I was thinking DESPERATELY about what I can post, and I have decided to go back in time.
To when I started my Wattpad Account. When I wrote my very first story, and posted a draft on here. To say, it’s coming back. In case you don’t keep up with my Wattpad, last year I pulled the story Under Morbid, otherwise known as three other days, because I was burned out and confused. Well guess what’s coming back.
Yes folks, that’s right (or should I say, write), it’s coming back.
Now it’s also occurred to me that I still have to write the first chapter, so rather then compare, let’s make a nod to last year’s plug, and plug this year’s story: Real True Royals, by MentallyHaziWords (me)
“Okay, I’m sure we can come up with a reasonable explanation for this.” Macy said, staring at the painted explosion on the cabnites.
Zenix sighed and shook his head slowly. “I never expected the outcome to be like this.”
Cooper groaned and set the fire extinguisher on the counter. “I’m almost positive that there is no logical or reasonable explanation on why we thought that the hair dye would uncongeal by warming it up. It has a flammable warning on it.”
“A science project?” Nyx offered helplessly.
“Yeah, but that still doesn’t explain why we had to shave your hair.” Macy said, pointing at Nyx’s now buzz-cut hair style.
“I’ve decided I’m dropping out of school and I am going to join the military early.” Nyx said, patting his head self consciously.
“I think we’re all going to be going to Military School when dad gets home.” Zenix said, setting a can of salt on the counter.
“I say we blame this one on Cooper, he’s the oldest.” Nyx said, pointing at Cooper who was covered in extinguisher solution, and pink liquid.
“Yeah, but Macy’s the only one allowed in the kitchen after last year’s incident, so it’s her fault for not stopping us!” Cooper cried, pointing at Macy, who was attempting to grab the damaged pot with a pot-holder.
“Yeah, but this entire thing was Zenix’s idea!” Macy yelled, accidently dropping the pot on the floor, causing burnt dye to cover her sneakers and the kitchen tile.
At that moment the back door opened, their father, Mr.Nadier entered the room with a tired expression.
He glanced at his children, same expression on his face. He set down his backpack on the kitchen table. “So where do you all intend to get jobs?”
All four shifted uncomfortably, eyes focusing on varying parts of the room.
“I hope you know that from the looks of it, we won’t be able to eat anything other than canned foods for the next few months until you can pay for repairs-and Nyx, a new hair cut.” Mr.Nadier said calmly, still looking unfazed.
“I’m sorry, it’s just Nyx wanted to dye his hair and we found some old pink hair dye in the cabnites and we thought we’d give it a try but-” Mr.Nadier didn’t let Macy finish her long winded, grammatically incorrect sentence.
“Cooper get on the computer and find out the total cost for replacing the cabnites, stove and flooring. Nyx, go take a shower and try to wash the pink out of your skin, Macy, throw the pan away and go throw your shoes in the wash. Zenix…why…” Mr.Nadier sighed and covered his mouth with his hand. “How are you covered in green dye while everyone else is covered in pink dye?”
Zenix hesitated. “I mean, I may or may not have accidently spilt some green food dye on myself and Checkered.”
Mr.Nadier nodded slowly, sighing.
“Give Checkered a bath.”
All four of the kids shuffled out of the room reluctantly, leaving Mr.Nadier to his thoughts.
Life had been rather unfortunate since his wife ran off with the Truck Driver from New York, not to mention, things were becoming more and more tight, financially. If only a miracle would happen…
Mr.Nadier’s phone rang aggressively in his pocket, pulling him out of his thoughts. The number wasn’t quiet recognizable, however, he was often called by his students for help on finding rescources and such. He answered the phone, trying to wipe away the exhaustion that lingered in his voice.
“Ah yes, Hello, is this Adrian Nadier?” A slightly accented voice asked, sounding mildly rushed.
Mr.Nadier sat down at the kitchen table, aching, tense body sighing relief. “This is he.”
“Excellent! Marvellous! My name is Jace Etterson, calling from the Ettersons and Madin’s law firm.”The voice said, some shifting of papers coming from his side line.
Mr.Nadier stiffled a groan. His late mother’s more-than-obnoxious lawyer. “Oh hey Jace, what do you want?”
Jace apparently paused what he was doing for a moment, because the rustling of papers silenced. “We received your mother’s will, and it seems she’s left you quiet a substantial inheritance.”
Mr.Nadier watched as Macy tossed the ruined pan in the trash, all the while reading a thick book. “Look, I can’t take anymore Porcelian dolls. I had to put the others in storage because some Anime of Macy’s put her in extreme terror of Porcelian dolls.”
“Actually, Adrian, it’s much larger than Porcelian dolls or China plates. In fact, I can’t comfortably talk about it on the phone.” Jace said, sounding serious.
“I can’t afford to fly back out to New York, Jace. My students have finals, and the last trip took it out of me.” Mr.Nadier said listening to Zenix argue with the families howling Dalmatian.
“Checkered, you can’t keep eating the table. I need you to take a bath!”
The argumentive dog howled back, in response, sounds of a thump following.
“Actually, Adrian, it’s mandatory that you meet me to discuss the conversation, which is why I’ve decided to make a trip out to that little town of yours.”Jace said, the rustling continued. “So, I’ll see you Saturday at three.”
“Jace, I’m bu-”
“Stay safe, Adrian, and tell you sister I said hi.”
And then Jace hung up, leaving Mr.Nadier utterly stunned.
Macy’s urgent voice pulled him out of his second trance for the night.”Dad, I think we’re gonna have to take Cooper to the hospital!”
And that concludes today’s post! For the story, make sure you check out my Wattpad account MentallyHaziWords, and I did you all, a very Ginchy day!
Remember to live your life like the ginchy story that it is!