|and here I'll stay. Thanks to everyone who visits me.|
Xiaolin Showdown: Spiced Rum
Wuya was not happy to be back at this stupid house. It hadn't changed at all since she left--what? 7 years ago? And no doubt Jack Spicer was still a cowardly idiot that played with dolls and his idiotic bots. Wuya doubted a thousand years could change that boy.
Chase lead the way through the front door, not bothering to check if it was unlocked and finding no one in the entry or living room beyond. They hadn't expected anyone. During her time with Jack Wuya had only seen Jack's parents and Oh-so-perfect—not to mention gorgeous—brothers outside of photos twice; too busy to ever come home. Probably a major component in why he was such a weirdo.
They went down the hall to Jack's lab door...which had a number pad lock. That was new.
Chase wasn't bothered at all by the lock. He reached to crush it in one gloved hand, but before he could it's red light turned green and the door popped open.
Chase gave Wuya a questioning look to which she shrugged. Jack had never had a serious loc
Power Rangers: S.N.A.F.U. Proposal
Chapter 1: Calling
Another fantastic day of school occupied Russell‘s thoughts as he jogged through the dark city, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky keeping him company. Miss Jacobson had tried to find him a partner for their quarter science project and no one would; he could still hear her forced perky voice asking volunteers. Mr. Fjord had forced him to read Romeo and Juliet with the head cheerleader; he’d stuttered the whole time. PE had been a nightmare he tried not to think about; why couldn’t Ms. Kelly just assign dodge ball teams instead of having the captain choose? Because she liked to humiliate weaklings and out casts, that’s why.
For heaven’s sake! Why couldn’t his teachers just accept that Russell had no friends? He knew they were trying to help, he appreciated it, but reminding every class that everyone was scared of him didn’t help. He couldn’t blame his classmates for that.
First week of school he’d so