2Ten Blocks from Sanity
I woke up the sound of that screechy floor board being stepped on. You know I really should get around to fixing that. I opened one eye and sighed at Ray who was pacing around my room. I tried to close my eyes until I saw his finger raise and his mouth open, an immediate sign that he was going to lecture me.
"YOU'RE STILL SLEEPING!? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN UP 20 MINUTES AGO!" I watched him point to his glued-to-his-hand agenda. He's 16 and all he does is plan and plan. He really ought to do something else.
I managed a small and quiet 'yes' from my small and tender lips. What can I say, I approve of self-flattery.
"YES!? YES WHAT!? YOU'RE LAZY!?" I sighed, he really can be dense.
"You asked if I was still sleeping, and I said yes." Dear God maybe he'll shut up before I die of old age.
"IS THAT IT!? THAT'S ALL YOU GOT TO SAY?!"
"Quite frankly, yes. Now if you'll excuse me, apparently to you I'm behind schedule therefore I might as well bathe and get dressed before I'm very much so behind schedule. Now you know where the door is, I think you have a personal map of my house in your" glued-on, "agenda. Please leave."
He let out one of this loud 'whatever' sighs and left my quiet room to peace. I let out a 'thank-God-he's-gone' sigh and got out of bed, my long white night-gown reaching down to my bare feet. Oh I'm so sorry for not introducing myself! I figured since Ray was yelling at me maybe somewhere he'd say my height, hair color, name, and eye color. I wouldn't be surprised if that too was in his Agenda. We'll call it the G.O.A. That stands for G=Glued O=On A=Agenda, in case you didn't know. I can promise you now it'll be here during the whole story *winks*.
Anyway, I have dark curly brown hair, reaching mid-waist when pulled into a ponytail (which it was now) and two small curly bangs on either side of my forehead. My 'outfit' is a light pink skirt, and a white see through 'over skirt' thing that, like the name, goes over my skirt. And a light pink tank top, and two long pink gloves reaching my elbows. And then the other thing I forgot was my boots that reached my knees, where my skirt reached down to. My boots were a light pink, like my skirt, almost white.
I got out in a nice hot shower, and to my luck the water seemed messed up. How so? Easy to say, it goes from hot to cold, then back again. I put the shampoo in my hair, which went into my eyes which began stinging. It hurt, but I didn't cry. After all, the bottle did say 'tear free'. I changed into my normal outfit, you know? The one I mentioned before.
I went back into the bathroom to 'release waste' *ahem* and brush my teeth. Awe yes today was going to be good. I continued out of my room, down the large stair case, past many doors, to where Ray now sat at my large wooden table. I walked into the kitchen, Ray's angry gaze following me.
"Juice?" I asked.
"Orange?" He replied.
"*sigh* yes."
"I'll need the calories, amount of fat, and amount of vitamins to put in my agenda." I stared at him, and surely enough he had the G.O.A in one hand and a pen in the other hovering over the G.O.A. I shook my head and throw him the carton, like I was actually going to read all the junk on the Nutrition table thing. I grabbed some toast Mr. Ray had so politely made me, slopped on this butter that melted right into the toast and took a bite. My brown eyes staring around my clean kitchen, not at all surprised Ray had cleaned it for me.
You see, I live alone, well nearly. My mother and father died, but before my father died he had Mr. Ray, his top secretary, come and watch over me if anything happened to the worlds smartest genius. Surely enough an assassin killed him, and my mom who had to sit by and watch in horror. I was 9, making Ray 11. So odd, really. Mr. Ray had come by and taken care of me and my very large estate. I have over 35 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, 3 living rooms, 4 play rooms, 1 kitchen and 2 dining rooms (one that is currently being taken up by Ray and the G.O.A). Want to get to know more about me? Sure you do, but you have to read on *wink*wink*.
So Ray told me of today's big boring plans. Get to save the world again. Oh hey! I guess that slipped my memory, too. I'm not really alive. My 'father' is more of my 'creator.' He made me, Android 3667, made by Doctor Raven Lee Smith. He made me to fight crimes and stuff, the perfect android. Do to his own humorous needs, he made me sarcastic. Oh thank God I'm not another boring house android. You see, I run around the world fight crimes, and then come home to a nice rest. I'm actually quite human, I have emotions and needs. Such as food and water. And I have to go potty, and bathe, and if you haven't noticed I can age.
Ray, of course, knows about all this. He plans my daily meeting with the old crazy lady, who happens to be able to foresee the future. She tells me who will need rescuing and where, and the time. Besides that I get to stand there and listen to the stupid bad guy ramble on about how something horrible happened in his childhood and that's why he's now stealing 50 thousands kikons, or why he's killing all the androids or people. Oh yeah, use the 'my daddy sent me to my room when I was five' excuse, really works there bud.
Kikons, by the way, is money. Do to my expanded knowledge, I know very much about your time. A half a kikon is a full dollar to you. I have millions of kikons, millions and millions. I did mention my father was a genius, right?
So anyways, the old crazy lady's name is Marilinia. We all call her Mari though. Mari is your average 345 year old lady, grumpy angry with gray hairs and a wrinkly face. Here I would like to add how smooth and zit free my face, along with all the other androids, is.
So anyway, Ray told me that I'd be meeting her in less then 10 minutes and that I'd better be prepared and blah, blah, blah. So I got up, brushed my butt off (nasty little habit), and went off to go to Mari's, Ray followed me.
I swear he's like a puppy, so I decided I'd comment. I pet his head, and began to pat my legs.
"Good boy! That's it! Come on!" He growled at me, took out his G.O.A and began to write in it. We entered Miss Mari's house, walked up into her room where she was leisurely lying on her bed, lucky gal. I was at all surprised when Ray didn't yell at her. Poor old lady was blind. Ever notice that blind people see the future? Yeah, so do I.
"Hello, Zeta." Oh hey! That must have slipped my mind! I have a name! Haha. me and my memory *sigh* we don't go that far back, though. Hahah, get it? ..ok then.. *ahem*
"Miss Mari, today's plans if you'll please." I never listen to what she says, even she knows that. Only because Ray takes it all down in his G.O.A (Mari thought that was funny, the G.O.A thing). So when that was done, we left her room to be nearly trampled by her fourteen year old son, Jason.
"Whoa! Jason slow your horses this isn't a race you know!" Growled Ray, who was barely looking up from his G.O.A. I ignored him and smiled at Jason, who returned it gracefully.
"Hey Jason!" I said as cheerfully as I could. Jason and I had been friends since I was built/created. Actually, when Jason was born Father finished my creation, and since Father was friends with Mari, it was only natural I became friends with Jason. (Ps. If you haven't noticed, this makes me 14 to. *sigh* some people.) 0
"Zeta!" He said, bowing his head slightly, his golden blonde hair fluttering a bit forward. He usually spiked it, but I liked it either way. Oh my God! Did that come out like I LIKE him!? Because I don't. He looked up and my brown eyes met his deep green eyes.
"Where you off to?" I asked politely, he usually wasn't running about.
"Oh.. I. uh well shush but Grandma" He used his thumb and jerked it toward Mari's room, "got me a job so I'm off!"
I smiled, held it back for a bit, but couldn't help myself and dissolved into a fit of laughter. It wasn't like Jason to work for money, Mari was rich enough. But responsibility forms with work, I guess.
"Oh" I breathed out, "well have" giggles "fun!" I pretty much yelled it all to get it out, but it didn't matter. Off he went again, and I turned back to Ray, opened my mouth to speak but he spoke before me. Stupid person. I sighed, but listened to today's oh so fun activities.
"Ok, so did you get all that?" I placed my hands on my hip, stuck my leg out, and gave him 'what-do-you-think?' look. He shook his head, and gave me the paper with today's events. I shrugged, looking over a bunch of boring stuff. Girl robs bank, man attempts suicide, man and woman attack a couple, man tries to kill his daughter's friend. Oh joy, I'm so not excited.
~Sweet Choco: ok this is my attempt at humor.I'll actually be updating this story though ^-^. Haha. yeah well see ya later! ^_^