A Day in the Life of Our Dear Peace
(idea from Lunalooney)
By Bo
Part One
I yawn and stretch late one morning. I am surprised to look at the clock and it says 11:30 AM. I was lucky. Bo won’t be coming to yell at me unless I stay in bed for another half-hour. I grab some sweatpants and a short sleeve shirt lying on my floor. I pull them on and the shuffle out of my room.
I shouldn’t bother eating breakfast, I think. I’ll be having lunch soon. I pull out some bread and put it in the toaster-oven anyway. I lean against the counter and cross my arms. Bo walks in already dressed but wearing her morning robe.
“You’re up. Congratulations you’ve set a new record. Gold star.” she says sarcastically and flatly.
“Gee, thanks.” I say and narrow my eyes at her. I yawn widely and Bo gives me a disgusted look.
“I wish Mom had taught you manners better.” she groans.
I grin and the toaster dinged. I pull out my toast and butter it quickly. I spread strawberry jam on it then crunch into it. I walk out of the kitchen in no time.
Dad is doing schoolwork in his room/office and the TV is on some crappy music channel. 20 on 20. Bo was probably listening to it before I woke up. I switch it to the football channel and I only watch for a few minutes. The Packers are winning anyway, which is what I want.
An old bag of 100 Calories Cheese Nips are sitting on the counter. They aren’t gonna go old until January and they had been out for a few days. I shrug and shove a few in my mouth. Bo jumps onto the computer without telling me, so when I go near it, she practically snarls.
“Go do some songwriting, Danny, I’m writing a story.” she glares.
“I’m inspiration-less, Bo, can I just play some on Miniclip or something?” I ask. I raise my eyebrows at the screen. Bo pulled up Microsoft Word (aka The Big W) and she had written 23 pages of her recent story.
“I doubt that. Go take a walk or something.” Bo rolls her eyes and then turns her head up to me again.
“I have chocolate.” I smile.
“I’m not gonna fall for that again, Shorty.” Bo’s face hardens.
“I have some Snickers I don’t want. Whole bars. You can have them.” I grin widely.
Naturally, Bo falls for it. She races to my room and gets the two whole bars of Snickers and Fun Size Babe Ruths. I can’t eat either because I have a peanut allergy (that goes for peanut butter, too) so Bo always gets the nutty chocolate.
I take my seat on the computer and make myself comfortable. Bo had a little bag thing on the table so I shoved it off and replaced it with my fruit punch flavored G2 bottle. I pull some graph paper with a list of songs I like on it and get a Sharpie. I move the computer to a comfortable view and pull the mouse closer to the keyboard. Yeah, it takes five minutes for me to get comfortable until I start doing stuff on it.
I click on Firefox and I went to Yahoo! to check my email. Just something from my coach and an old message from Luna…
Luna is a wonderful girl that I met from Club Penguin and xat.com. She’s negative sometimes, but I don’t mind that it’s just how she is. She has a blog called Lunalooney.wordpress.com, and it’s pretty funny and cool. She’s very friendly and most people know her as Luna, Looney, or Lunalooney. A little while ago, I was Luna’s boyfriend. We eventually broke up, but I’d prefer not to go into detail. We’re now very good friends.
So, I check the email from my coach and then go to Yahoo! Messenger. Bo, of course, is on and so is Luna. I click her name and I greet her. She greets me back happily and we talk for a long time. Pretty much waste the afternoon away. I haven’t seen her in a month and a half so it’s nice to talk to her.
Why haven’t I seen her in months? Well, my mom found out about Xat.com and she didn’t approve, just as Bo and I had assumed. I didn’t turn Bo in because I still want some way to know what’s going on with everyone else.
Anyway, Luna tells me about chat and how Choco had quit his blog and then started commenting on hers non-stop. I go to her blog and say hi to Choco and he says hi back then goes back to arguing with Luna.
Luna’s sort of angry at me for being friendly toward the ‘enemy’ but I know it will all turn out okay.
Later on, Fallen comes on and Bo, Luna, and he have a conference. Unfortunately they can’t find a way to invite me so I just eat some of my bagel in silence. I’m upset I’m just eating. I don’t like talking while eating.
It gets late and around 4:15 I tell Luna I have to leave. I was going to church at 5:00 PM because Bo was in the choir. Luna says she’ll miss me and that I better be back soon. I press ‘sign out.’ At least I think I do.
After church (bore, bore, YAWN), my dad insisted on buying a movie off our TV. Well, lucky us, Journey to the Center of the Earth had just started. It’s my second time watching it, and Bo’s third. We like that movie.
It takes about two hours and by the time it finishes, I forget I was supposed to sign back on Yahoo! Messenger after church. I tell Luna I’m sorry and she responds, “yeah you better be.” and then we continue our previous conversation.
It’s a good evening to talk to Luna until I decide to leave. I don’t want to be caught talking to someone from xat.com because my dad will surely turn me in to my mom. I tell Luna bye and she doesn’t want me to leave. I apologized numerous times and then hug her goodbye. I say, “i promise ill be on tomorrow.” and then she says okay and says goodbye.
Signing out, I sigh and X out the Yahoo! tab. I save Bo’s story documents and shut down the computer. I toss out my G2 bottle and put Bo’s bag thing back on the table. I turn out the lights in our living room and shuffle to my bedroom like I did this morning.
I shut the door behind me and pull out the first Twilight book and turn on my radio. I plug in my reading lamp and read for another hour (or until 1:00 AM in the morning). I focus on reading for a long, long, long time. Bo is walking around in her room listening to music, too. I hear her sometimes rip up papers and get a new piece to write on. She hasn’t been very good at writing poems lately, or so she says. She won’t let me look at them. The only things I get to see is when she posts up stories on her story blog. They’re really good I say but she thinks I’m lying. I’m not sure if she’s being modest or stubborn.
At 1:00 AM I finish up Twilight and turn off the reading lamp. I leave my door ajar and then settle down to sleep. I tell myself that the day was great and that I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to start.
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