Drag On

: Good morning, it’s a casual day with the usual amount of sunlight. Oh, and by the way. Dragons are swooping down to earth preparing to find their fated human partners. That’s right, everyone wear bright colors! It’s gonna be one heck of a day! :

Maybe if I’d listened to my mother, I would have known more.

Like Elise over there, she’s basically chanting out her memorizations at the top of her lungs. No doubt some sort of dragons gonna pick that sound all the way from the atmosphere.

While me? I’m sitting low-key down here in the basement, trying to tune myself out from all those nasty nasal sounds Elise is making with her r’s and k’s.

Talk about being French.

The earth is grumbling and there’s a load of lawn chairs out in the parks, and people in baseball caps, jamming their necks up at the sky and scanning it for bronze flapping wings or fiery hot nostrils.

And me? My butt’s in a nice old armchair, the fuzz and its springs are coming out here and there, and my granny’s blanket is making my knees itchy.

I think this novel about vampires and the ghostly future intrigues me more than the existence of a couple of legendary winged creatures.

Not at all legendary, because we already know they exist, and it’s not like a fantasy anymore. They come from another world, a fantastic world, so they say.

Only a few are chosen to get there, they’ve gotta be chosen by these dragons who come hatching out of these colorful eggs. And the humans over there act so snotty and bitchy, saying they’re like this sacred chosen few or something.

It’s true, but you don’t have to bitch on about it. Geez louize.

Anyways. Blood sucking myths are much more interesting than a dead legend.

People are cheering outside while the annoying radio is blasting at my right ear.

: Looks like they’re coming down! Just looook at all those co-lors! Amazing! Swooping down! Majestic creatures! And all those children are leaping up in excitement! Who’s it gonna be? Yahh, just who’s the sacred few this year:

So it takes four years for every few to be picked. It might as well be names from a hat. They’re screaming like crazy out there. Even Elise has been droned out.

: OH! And it’s Kent Longwaters this year! There wasn’t any doubt about that! He’s finest student school in all schools! And only seventeen! What’s this? Cherly Keats? Prettiest girl on the block! She’s got the waaaves of sunshine alritey:

I’m sucking away at a tootsie pop. Yah, how many licks you gotta lick ‘till you get to the damn center with the sweet juicy sticky and chewy brown chocolatey center.

And the commercials’ are right, just crack the darn thing after a few licks and you’ve got the easy way in.

I’m chewing on that right now.

: By Jude it’s Grunk Tenks himself! In those athletic sweats and with those biceps? Definitely the sport fit to ride that dragon! We’ve got three already! And who’s the last two! What’s that! Who’s that girl over there screaming herself out? Elise Bart! Wow she’s got a craazzyyy voice! And who’s the last! We’re all dying to find out! Looks like that dragons doing a double loop? Could he be still looking for his partner:

This white stick is gross when it’s been sawed away and grows wet with saliva. I scoffed at the announcer, who knows if the darn dragon’s a girl.

What’re ya gonna do when it kicks you in the balls for getting its gender wrong? Do dragons even have genders? Looks like they’re males in human’s eyes.

: Aaanndddd he’s starting to drooppp:

The ground was shaking. I grasped the edge of the armchair, afraid to find out if the ceiling was crumbling on top of me.

There was a huge crash, debris was shooting everywhere and some thunder struck my ears and a shockwave went right through my body.

I shielded my face until it all stopped. The announcer was crackling beside me. The armchair was under me…

I opened my eyes.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

I was standing. Standing, yah, standing. Above all the hellish debris and the blown up house, on top of the coffee table without anymore legs and on the dying armchair. Yah, the radio was coming back alive.

But I was still standing, and I was staring. Yeah, straight at the two rainbow eyes of a creature larger than anything I’d ever saw before.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

: It’s the last one! The audience has gone dead quiet after the crash… who’s thi-is? The last one! What’s her name, someone, quick… Alriitey, it’s Jonias Kerch! Er, dunno what she’s good fer, girl or guy? Anyways! It’s the last one! Yah! That’s all there is for this year folks! These chosen five are goinggg to the Red Universe! Good luck on the way there! We’ll see you never again:

Just my luck, yah, just my luck.