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If Only I Could Have the Universe: Chapter 2

I wasn't planning on writing any more of the story, but I couldn't resist. It's too amusing not to write. Anyways, there really isn't any good way around the aliens/sci-fi bit, but I figure that this is a comedy, and nothing is too ridiculous for a comedy. Not that I have anything wrong with aliens. They are just slightly annoying. But anyway, that comes later. For now, enjoy. I will have another post up soon.

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Ella Mackenzie was very set in her ways. For one thing, she hated being late. She was never late. It was her mother who was late, her idiot, lazy, good-for-nothing mother. No. She was not going to think about her mother today. If she did, she might have to hurt something, and she was not about to damage her beautiful new car. Besides, Ella thought, clenching the steering wheel, she was late enough already.

Then again, maybe she could just run right over whoever was stupid enough to crash their car on the road she took to work. Except she couldn’t do that, because the road was closed, which was why she was late.

I hope you burn up in your stupid car. No, I hope you survive with some really nice burns. Look at me! Look at me! I’m the idiot who crashed my car during rush hour! Mother was an idiot too. Oh wonderful.

Ella stopped at a red light, pondering why a few of them couldn’t be green today. Oh right, because she should be at work by now. Another car rolled up, heavy metal blasting through open windows. There was a moment of bliss as she imagined casually throwing over an explosive and wiping their obnoxious bobbing heads off the planet. Oh yeah, that would make some noise. Then again, that would really screw up her car. So instead she slid Bach: The Complete Bradenburg Concertos into her CD player and turned the volume up to full blast.

Bingo. Green light. She waved goodbye to the third, fourth, and fifth idiots of the day.

And managed to make it all the way to work without going too far over the speed limit. Ella smiled as she tossed her keys to the valet. Late or not, this was exactly where she belonged. She stepped into a perfect elevator, all glass and mirrors and tile, and shot straight up to the twentieth floor. The top floor.

The doors opened with a ping and a flustered secretary leapt up to greet Ella. “You’re here! Oh good. Great! Let me just get Mr. Sefton.” The words tumbled out, and her fingers were already energetically punching at the buttons on the phone.

Blake Sefton wasn’t far behind. He never was. Blake was the kind of person who was in control, and he always knew what was going on.

Ella pushed her hair behind one ear, apologizing for her tardiness. “I’m sorry that I’m late. Some idiot drove their car into a pole and they didn’t have the good sense to explode somewhere else.”

“Yes,” Blake said coolly. “That is exactly what I need to talk to you about.”

“You want to talk to me about being late?”

“No. I would rather talk to you about the fact that one of my employees is now sitting at the side of a godforsaken road, roasting in his own car.” He managed to say this in a completely conversational tone, Ella thought. She had to give him credit for that.

“That’s not possible.”

“Humor me Ella. Why is it not possible?” They were walking briskly down a hallway with so much technology that Ella nearly fainted.

“Mr. Sefton, I’m fairly certain that you do not hire idiots, although it is a comfort to know that the person who blocked my road is now a pile of ashes and is not, in fact, adding his DNA to the gene pool.”

“He had a daughter actually.”

“I wouldn’t like to meet her.”

Blake raised one eyebrow. She really admired people with that ability. “I believe you already have.”

“Well,” she sighed, “then that explains something of the stupidity of the human race.”

“She was your sister, Miss Mackenzie.”

Ella stopped for a moment, her head tilted to the side. “If you’re trying to scare me, then you’re not doing a very good job of it. I already know that my siblings aren’t ever going to develop intelligence. So far today, the biggest shock is learning that you hired a man without the good sense to drive himself to work...”

“Well I suppose we cannot all be as efficient as you.”

“…Actually, it’s sort of a relief to finally know what is wrong with Katie…”

“And for the record, I do not hire idiots, nor do I happen to know somebody named Katie.”

“…Minda then. Although I wouldn’t mind knowing where you get your information. My mother doesn’t even know who fathered her children.”

“Ella!” Blake Sefton stopped and gave her a long look that screamed shut up. “Trent Rivers was a brilliant man whose contributions to the organization will be greatly missed. We have solid information that his death was the result of an attack. Now. You were hired for a reason, and yesterday, you were promoted for no other reason than that you are also a brilliant member of our community. Unless your plan is to jeopardize your career on the first day, then here,” he said, thrusting a file into her hands, “take this. Come back here when you are done. We have more to talk about.”

Ella grabbed the file, neatly turned on the heel of her shoe, and then realized that Mr. Sefton had led her into an office.

“And Ella,” he said, halfway out the doorway already, “I thought that this might interest you.”

Ella looked around as Blake Sefton walked back into the hallway with his business suit and black business hair. After a long while standing dumbfounded, she decided that she had overestimated her mom.

Trent Rivers was an absolute creep. He was seriously mental. Scattered all over his desk, there were little candid shots of her mother and siblings. There was an especially large number of Madison. Her little Maddy, the only cute one in her family. She whispered a little prayer for her sister, and then a prayer for people everywhere that Madison did not grow up into a Trent Jr. She then promptly fled the room.

Back in the lab, Ella finally opened the file.

Adam Smith, it read. Alien conspirator and murderer of a number of people including Trent Rivers.

“Don’t worry,” she muttered. “I’ll whip up some nice food poisoning for you Mr. Smith. You have done a great thing for humans everywhere today. The least I can do is make sure your death is quick and relatively painless.” She threw the file onto a counter, dropped her jacket and purse on top of it, then stopped to reconsider. “No no, that’s all wrong. Because of you, I was never able to run Trent over myself, or possibly cause him permanent damage and maim him for life. So. Make that quick and relatively painful.”

Ella got to work, her hands were fast in practiced movements and her feet never faltered in five-inch heels on a smoothly polished floor.

It took her less than half an hour to throw something together, slip off the lab coat, and gently place the flask into her purse. She put her designer brand coat back on her shoulders and took the elevator back to her car.

“Hello Davies,” she greeted the valet with a smile.

When he returned with her car, Davies took care to hold the door open for her. “You’re full of smiles today. Heard you’ve moved up. I like the new car, by the way. Very smooth.” Ella simply smiled again and drove away. She had business to attend to.

After all, she was hired because not only was she an amazing scientist, she was a pretty incredible assassin too. And she was smart and she was beautiful.

She was going to have the universe, whether Aaron believed her or not. Definitely.

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It is sort of a work in progress right now, but that's just the way it is I guess. You can't expect everything to be perfect before you're even done writing the story.

A Sunrise

I've got one more writing assignment to share. It's just a short poem, and actually the assignment was to write a love poem, but I didn't figure that out until I got to school, and then I just added some to it. But this is the best part. Even if it is short.

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A Sunrise

Pastels of sky blend
with trails of light,
and for a moment,
the world is perfect.
Just a moment,
and then this magic fades,
clouds parting,
wisps of color fading.
For the blazing sun
climbs the heavens and
its brilliance replaces
the day’s first light.

New Prada Shoes Send Local Woman to Emergency Room

I just remembered this one. It was a school assignment to write a satire. I complained a lot at first because I didn't know what to write, but once I figured that out, it was pretty fun.

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SAN DIEGO, Calif.- April 24, 2006 – Ella Hyatt, a small-time local actress and waitress at T.G.I. Fridays, tripped yesterday on her brand new, four hundred dollar shoes, and landed in a busy intersection. She was taken to the closest emergency room after having been hit by two cars.

Ella, says friend Carissa Marks, had been saving up for the shoes for two months.

“She was working overtime for those shoes. She got no sleep. Said she needed to wear them to her sister’s wedding. I think she was obsessed,” Carissa said in an interview. “She skipped lunches to add a little extra. Not that she ate a whole lot of them before I guess.”

The salesperson who sold Ella her Prada shoes only confirmed this.

“Ella didn’t look like she had gotten any sleep for a while. She had big dark circles around her eyes. She told me a little about herself. Ella hated her boss at the restaurant, and she couldn’t find any work as an actress. The woman was rambling about becoming famous. Something about spiting her coworkers. And she mentioned how she was saving up her money for shoes to wear to a wedding. Apparently she couldn’t find any other date.”

Ella Hyatt is now in critical condition. However, it is curious to note that the exact place at which she tripped happens to be next to Forever Jewelers.

As one onlooker noticed, “She kept looking back. I couldn’t decide if she was angry or sad or maybe wistful. When I looked back too, all I saw was the April Diamonds display at Forever Jewelers.”

It appears that Ella Hyatt stepped off that fateful curb muttering about a diamond necklace before the heel of her brand-new shoe came out from under her.

And it does not end there. Accounts of Ella’s occupational dissatisfaction seem to be correct. A trip to T.G.I. Fridays revealed Ella to be generally impatient and angry. Customer complaints were a daily occurrence, and Ella had complaints of her own. She was reported as whining too much about not making enough money.

Mae White, the manager at Fridays disclosed that Ella could have been making much more on tips and would have been fired by the end of the month. Coworkers agreed.

“There’s not a lot of ways to describe Ella,” said sister Erin Hyatt. “She’s been chasing after money and fame ever since she watched Cinderella and that magic slipper.”

Further questioning of Ella’s sister revealed Ella to be happy as a child.

“She was always smiling. Yes, she used to be very happy. Then I guess she read too many fairy tales. And somehow or another, it always went back to Cinderella, you know? She told us that one day she was going to be discovered. Then, everything would pay off and she would be a beautiful, rich, famous princess. She said that. It was all about the shoe.”

If Only I Could Have the Universe

I had fun with this one. I guess it's not very good advertising to say that I thought it up while I was staring out the car window.

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Ella’s shoes clicked nicely as she sauntered through her apartment door. She grabbed champagne and a box of chocolate before taking the kitchen door out to the patio. And simply stared up at the stars. Or smirked.

“All in a day’s work.”

“Hey there.”

Ella spun around, watched with her eyebrow raised as Aaron strolled over to her. He grinned, snatched at her hair and kissed her.

“How was your day?” He asked when he was finished.

Ella smirked again. “It was a good day.”

“Any way I could make it better? Hey. Don’t roll you eyes at me.”

“But it’s so hard.” She arranged her face into a pout.

“Mind if I have a glass?” Aaron pointed at the champagne.

“Sure. Go get your own.” She laughed when he pouted right back at her.

“Thought I was a guest.”

“Seems that I never invited you in.” Ella turned back to the sky as he gave up and walked through the sliding glass door. She folded her arms over the patio railing and leaned against it before deciding she wanted a chocolate. Then she rolled her eyes again at the knock on her door.

Glass opened and closed. Shoes hit tile. The door handle turned.

“You think you’re so clever,” She said when she opened the door for Aaron.

“So do you. You just won’t admit it. You should though. Just think. Humor, intelligence, charms, good looks. I am the man of your dreams.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“Do I get champagne now?”

“Only if you get your own glass.”

“What, I’m not a guest yet?”

“As I said, keep dreaming. Anyway, I haven’t invited you in yet,” Ella retorted.

Aaron angled his head to the side, considering her. “I need to tell you something.”

“So what else is new?” Ella responded, then sighed. “Fine. Come on. We’ll talk on the patio.” And without another word, she strode back out to the evening air, leaving Aaron in the kitchen.

When he came back out, she smiled as he told her that there was no more champagne left.

“So what was so horribly important?”

Aaron looked at her a moment. “I love you.”

“Excuse me.”

“I love you Ella. I’m not trying to joke around here. I love you. I wanted you to know that.”

Ella blinked a few times. “Since when?”

“I don’t know,” Aaron answered, meeting her eyes. “A long time I guess. Ella, I want to give you the world.”

Ella tipped her face into a smile. “Oh, I don’t need the world.”

“Yeah?” Aaron trailed his finger down her face.

“Nope. I am going to have the universe.”

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You thought it was going to be tacky for a minute there, didn't you?

The Magic Tour Bus

I wrote this story in Europe as a writing assignment for my journal. I had it in my blog before and am re-posting it because I personally find it amusing.

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There is a joke told about blonds. It says this: Santa Clause, a smart blonde, and a dumb blonde jump into a pool. Who makes the biggest splash? The answer, of course, is the dumb blonde, because the other two don't exist. But if Aeryn did not exist, her companions might never have made it out of Switzerland...

Starring:

Aeryn: The Smart Blonde

Candy: The Not-So-Smart Brunette

and

Rock: The Rock

A bus pulled up to the sleepy-eyed town of Luzern. It wasn't a very strange bus. Tour buses passed in and out of the Swiss town every day. But later, by the time the Magic Tour Bus was far away, locals wondered why it left shimmering tracks behind it or why the exhaust seemed more like pixie dust than environmental waste. Mostly, they wondered why on Earth every passenger was wearing those awful lanyards. **This may not be a joke your small brain could comprehend. Or even your large one for that matter. We really did have to wear awful lanyards. Every day.**

One such passenger, an intelligent girl named Aeryn, stepped off the Magic Tour Bus and immediately snapped a picture of Lake Lucerne. She rolled her eyes, analyzing the clouds, as Candy bounced up to her.

"We were wondering if you wanted to be our group."

Aeryn looked around. "We're supposed to have three in a group."

"I know. That's why we want you to be in our group."

Aeryn looked around again. "We?"

Candy screwed up her eyes with confusion. Then it dawned on her. "Oh! You're silly." She extended her arm and a black lump was cradled in it. "Me and Rock of course."

Aeryn made shapes out of the clouds. They were laughing at her.

An hour later, Aeryn had lost track of where they were.

"Candy, do you have any idea where we are?" Stupid question.

"Uhm... I don't know. Ask Rock. I'm going into this store." Candy answered, handing Rock over gingerly and ran into a shoe store.

Aeryn sighed, exasperated. She looked at the cluster of nothing in her previously clean hand."I don't suppose you know where we are?"

"No idea."

"Okay. Just wondering." At this point, one would wonder why an inanimate object is able to talk. Well, this is because Rock is really just a terribly lazy 16-year-old disguised as a rock. What? You don't think a high school student would fit into your hand? Okay, well the real answer is that this is a fictional story and anything can happen in fiction. Rock happened to get accepted as an ambassador by a fluke in the system.

Aeryn followed her group member into the shoe store."Candy! I’m going to find a map." She yelled through the crowd."That's silly. We'll find our way back." Candy said as she walked up with another bag. "Come on. Let's go in here." She added, dragging Aeryn into a department store...

Aeryn scrutinized her reflection. She felt like a clone with the dress on that Candy forced her into. She was really fed up with this.

"Candy! We need to get back to the bus in 15 minutes and we don't have any idea where we are."

"But Aeryn!" Candy whined. "Look at that jacket! I have to get it for you!"

"We're leaving!"

"Rock! Tell her that she needs the jacket."

Candy's hand produced the talking lump. It stared at them without eyes and managed a "whatever" without a mouth. Aeryn pleaded silently for some sanity.

That didn't work out very well.

Candy started to cry. "Nobody likes me!"A cashier glanced up. "I like you." Aeryn screamed very loudly inside her head. Candy, on the other hand, smiled brightly.

"See Aeryn. He wants me to get you the jacket." Her logic was messing up Aeryn's head.

"Okay. That's it. We're leaving whether you like it or not missy." Aeryn nearly fainted with relief when the worked.

One hour later, the trio (some might say duo) was nearly run over trying to cross the street. They were forty-five minutes late.

Candy was still screaming her head off an hour later.

"Oh shut up already! I told you not to cross the street. It's your fault so don't punish the rest of us."

"But now I'm screaming because we're lost!"

"Well I warned you about that too, didn't I?"

"You have to do something Aeryn. You have to. I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life."

Aeryn closed her eyes, then turned them to the sky and looked for answers. "Come on. Let's see if somebody in here speaks English," Aeryn declared as she stomped into another clothing store.

"Look Aeryn! The jacket!" All Candy's fears were forgotten.

Aeryn found the shopkeeper. "Do you speak English?"

"Uhh. No. I don't speak English." Aeryn had to raise an eyebrow at the English accent. She scanned the crown for Candy.

"Candy! I changed my mind. I love the jacket." Aeryn forced excitement. "And I hope you don't mind asking that man for directions."Candy was so excited to be buying something that she felt it an honor to do Aeryn a favor.

"Excuse me! I want to buy this! Oh! And could you pretty please give us directions? We're lost." Candy said while unconsciously batting her eyelashes.

"For you! I speak English!"

Welcome (again)

This blog has once been about a fictional character named Jada and her daily existence, but her daily existence quickly became far too boring and the blog was created to be just the opposite.

An Extended Daydream will now simply be a collection of odd stories that are far more interesting than Jada, and if you do not find them interesting, then I don't really care.

Have fun exploring.

Or go read a book.

Your choice.