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Turn It Up Loud // Andorra + Ryder Oct 16, 2013 16:49:23 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Oct 16, 2013 16:49:23 GMT -5

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( C H A P T E R O N E )

As a librarian,¹ I should maybe know better than to use such a loud voice inside, but it's not every day that I die and come back to life. Yesterday, I was a goner for sure. Today, I still have a voice and I just want to use it.² I don't think Niko was really mad at me for running up to everyone who came in and saying hello in my absolute happiest, brightest voice, but he still shushed me³ before kicking me out.

[/sup]Assistant librarian, Niko likes to point out, but that's not fair. He's always putting the books back in the wrong place and I'm the one who has to run around fixing his mistakes.

²I also still have both my legs, both my arms, a very silly head attached to my neck, two hands, ten toes, a stomach with absolutely no stab wounds in it, a fully functional pair of ears,⁴ one very small nose, all my eyelashes except for one I found on my cheek this morning and made a wish on,⁵ and my bellybutton.

³At least a dozen times. You would think he might have had better things to do with his day, but I guess not.

⁴— despite what my family might tell you about my being bad at listening sometimes.

⁵I know you're not supposed to say what wishes are or they won't come true, but I'll tell you anyway: I wished that waking up was real. Usually I like playing pretend best of all, but I'm just so happy to be home that this feels an awful lot like dreaming.⁹

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Outside, no one gets mad at me for talking too loudly, but some of the people passing by give me funny looks.⁶ Maybe it has something to do with the little dance of victory⁷ I was doing a few minutes ago or how I still have my great big reading glasses on, even though I left all the books inside. I like my glasses though, they make me feel smarter in that way where people who look at me must think I'm so good at grammar. What's more important, however, isn't anything to do with how I look. Right now I feel like I've just won the biggest, best prize in the entire history of ever!⁸ The way my heart is beating and my lungs are breathing is so much better than any pony or rocket ship or new dress could ever be and I don't even know what to do with myself, I just want everyone around to know how happy and thankful I am to still be alive.

[/sup]Although I think that's just how some of their faces are to begin with.

⁷I'm not dead. I'm not dead. I'm not dead. Ha! Capitol meanie heads, you can kiss my —¹⁴

⁸Times google, to the power of infinity.

⁹Immediately afterward I felt selfish, so I looked and looked until I found my eyelash again on the floor¹⁷ and made a new wish that Hope Woodards could wake up in her own bed again someday too. I know that's cheating, but I really, really meant it so maybe it'll come true anyway.

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"Excuse me —" Before I can stop myself,¹⁰ I'm reaching out to tug at the sleeve of a guy passing by. The smile on my face is so big that there must not be much room left for the rest of me, so I get the feeling my cheeks are now where my ears are and that my eyes must have been pushed all the way up to my forehead!¹¹ I'm giggling from the thought and it jumbles my voice up, but somehow I still spit the words out. "— could I have a high-five, please?"¹² Holding my hand up in preparation, assuming there's absolutely no way anyone could turn down a request from the girl who lived today,¹³ all I want is to share how awesome I feel with someone else. So come on, stranger, be loud with me.

[/sup]Or Niko can pop his head out the library's front door to shush me for the umpteenth time. Gosh.

¹¹

¹⁶

¹²Someone once told me that "high-fives kill; low-fives save lives," but high-fives are awesome and evidently I'm pretty good at this defying death thing, so I think everything will be just fine.

¹³No, really. Can I please just get one little "hip-hip-hooray!"

¹⁴Oh
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake your booty
Yeah!
Shake your booty¹⁵

¹⁵See Appendix One: A.

¹⁶See Appendix One: B.

¹⁷Do you have any idea how hard it is to find one teeny tiny itty bitty little eyelash on the floor?! I'm telling you right now that you do not.

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( A P P E N D I X O N E )

A. KC and the Sunshine Band. "(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty" Part 3. TK Records, 1976. 4.
B. Picasso, Pablo. Seated Woman (Marie-Therese). 1937. Oil on canvas. Musée Picasso, Paris.

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Turn It Up Loud // Andorra + Ryder Oct 25, 2013 12:50:05 GMT -5

Post by semper on Oct 25, 2013 12:50:05 GMT -5

You had always heard ”thar be dragons” but where on earth was thar? Here? There? Up above somewhere? Every book you had read explained that dragons were notorious for living underneath mountains, prowling in deep caves, protecting the treasures they hoarded and gorging on knights that dared to steal a gold coin or two. It amused you greatly each and every time to read about a foolish knight believing he could take on such a mighty creature with false valiance, only to be roasted in a fireball and eaten, bones used to clean its teeth of the residue. (What silly knights! They don’t know how to make friends!) But you, of course, believed yourself to be different than the egotistical knights that stormed the mountain. You knew better than to run in with swords drawn – that’s just like asking, “Hey, dragon, wanna have human for dinner? How about having my friend here for dessert? Actually, no, eat me for dessert! I’m the best so save me for last!” Why not make friends with the scaly creature? Weren’t they lonely under the mountain with no one to talk to or play with?

So then off you went to ’thar.’

Much to your dismay the mayor did not call out your sister’s name to be carted off to the Capitol and used for Career bait. Unfortunately you were to be stuck with her for another year, listening to her complain until your parents tended to her every need, draining them of energy, time, and money. What a prostitute! (Is that the word? When someone has or takes up a lot of things? Or is it a whore?) After the reaping, since nothing seemed to entertain you in the district square, you avoided going home by running toward the outside of the square, hiding away in the alley ways. The shadows provided you with a glorious cover, concealing your ill attempts at jumping over boxes and trash cans while you hummed a tune that only you knew the rhythm to.

You came to a quick halt at the edge of an alley and peered out from behind the corner. There were a few people milling out in front of the library talking quietly amongst themselves; not very many, but enough so that it would be a hassle to even try to run across the courtyard unnoticed. So you continued to hum your song as you strode across the way, dodging glances from strangers and swirling around the potted bushes that stood in your path.

A tug on your sleeve stopped everything abruptly. You turned to see a girl looking at you with a huge grin on her face, eyes ablaze with some unexplainable joy. ”Could I have a high-five, please?” Without a moment’s hesitation you smiled back. ”Why, certainly!” You smacked your hand against hers so vigorously that it left your palm tingling. The girl standing in front of you looked rather familiar (I feel like I’ve seen her before, but where?) but you couldn’t quite place where exactly you had seen her. The thought did not linger for too long in your head before you chased it away, however, returning to your primary mission. ”Hey, you wanna come with me? I’m hunting for dragons.”

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i hear the mountains calling me home

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Turn It Up Loud // Andorra + Ryder Nov 5, 2013 23:18:42 GMT -5

Post by L△LIA on Nov 5, 2013 23:18:42 GMT -5

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( C H A P T E R T W O )

SMACK.¹ We high-five and it's pretty much the best high-five in the history of the entire universe, I swear.² I have to get up on my tippy toes and then jump like a superhero so I can be tall enough to reach, but I do and it's an explosion of awesome. That's why I can't help screaming a little when our hands slap together, kind of surprised even though I saw everything coming because... well, I mean, I asked for this. Duh. Afterward, both of our hands must be stinging and numb, just not in a way that hurts. I'm laughing and smiling³ and just when I think nothing can be any better than this, he asks me a question I've been waiting my whole life to hear: "Hey, you wanna come with me? I’m hunting for dragons."⁴

[/sup]It's the kind of sound that echoes in your skin, even when it only bursts through the air for a moment. I think the feeling lasts for at least an hour, buzzing and tingling in the lifeline that stretches across my palm, suddenly so much longer today than it was yesterday. I like it. If I could feel this way every day, forever and ever,⁷ then I would never get tired of it.

²I swear on double chocolate ice cream sundays with cherries and caramel on top, new books with uncracked spines, Indy's prettiest photographs, a whole pile of extra fluffy kittens, my brother's dimples, next year's birthday presents, my very best hair day last month, feather pillows, and the color blue. That's how serious I am about this high-five. I hope you understand now.

³This is a good kind of pain — the kind that doesn't really feel bad; the kind you don't die from.

⁴Do I want to help you hunt dragons? DO I WANT TO HELP YOU HUNT DRAGONS?! Are you kidding me right now? Is this a real question? Is this even real life?!⁸

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"Absolutely!" I'm so excited I think I'm doing that best-day-of-my-life screaming thing again and can't even be bothered to feel bad afterward about whether or not my screechy, high-pitched girly voice of doom⁵ might have hurt his ears. "I am so good at hunting dragons, you have no idea. Last year —" My hands are so enthusiastic about keeping up with how fast I'm talking right now that they are blurry in the air.⁶ "— there was a dragon who snuck in and claimed the library's basement as his lair. It was just terrible. Every day we'd come in and there would be scorch marks on the books and great big dents on the card catalog cabinets from where he would chew on them when he couldn't find lost children to eat instead —" This is the voice I read stories with, which is good for him, because it means I'm not shrieking like a deliriously happy pterodactyl anymore. Instead my voice is pulled down to a dramatic hush, so he has to listen closely to catch all the words. "— and even my dad and my big brother were scared of him. I've read so many books about dragons that I knew just what to do though."

[/sup]DOOM. Muahahahahaha.

⁶I don't know sign language, per say, but I am now convinced that I could be a secret savant. The alphabet cannot possibly be more difficult than the ninja hand gestures I am performing in this moment.

⁷— and ever and ever and ever and ever —⁷

⁸Please, oh, please! Pretty please! Pretty, pretty please, oh, please, ohhhhhhh, please with sugar on top!

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My face is a flawless picture of conviction.⁹ "So I snuck down in the middle of the night, armed with nothing more than a really big jar of peanut butter —" The best stories are the ones where someone is in a dangerous situation, but gets out of it using only a straw, chewing gum, and a spring from the inside of a pen.¹⁰ "— and I went right up to that dragon until I was face to face with him, staring him in his giant, yellow eyes." Up on my tippy toes once again, I'm staring down the boy I've just met¹¹ as if he were the dragon, a fierce expression of determination in my narrowed eyes and the set of my mouth. "You know what that dragon did? He opened his jaw until I felt like I was looking into a great big pit of stinky breath, with the bones of dead children still stuck between his teeth, and he tried to swallow me whole!"¹²

[/sup]This story is one hundred percent true.

¹⁰That's just not the kind of thing anybody ever sees coming, because: helloooooo. All the guy had was a straw, some gum, and a pen, but he still managed to save the day! How cool is that?!

¹¹AKA: New best friend.

¹²Rude.

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"But before he could eat me, I opened up that jar of peanut butter and started throwing handfuls of it! It got stuck to his teeth and the roof of his mouth — and just like a dog — that dragon started trying to lick it away, his head bobbing all around until —" I stop my reenactment, my own bouncing head jolting to a halt. Glancing left and then right, then left again, I grin smugly before revealing the secret of my triumph. "— thwack! Bam! Kapow!" With a loud, theatrical clap, my hands are stinging again and it still feels amazing. "He hit his head against the ceiling so hard it knocked him clean out.¹³ There's still a huge crack in the plaster where it happened and everything. Pretty clever, yeah?¹⁴ That's why it sure is a good thing you met me. Dragons can be dangerous if you don't know what you're doing."

[/sup]Another one bites the dust
And another one gone
And another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust¹⁵

¹⁴See? I bet you didn't see that coming. You're impressed, just admit it. In fact, you think I'm the coolest person in the whole world and now you're totally jealous that you didn't get to high-five me too. Maybe next time.

¹⁵ See Appendix Two: A.

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( A P P E N D I X T W O )

A. Queen. "Another One Bites The Dust" The Game. EMI, 1980. 3.

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