Have to post something, its been too long. Working on another project right now too, but don’t want to spoil the surprise until it rocks. Soooo much cooler of a story than this one. I like this story, its cute, and I wholeheartedly plan to finish it and attempt to publish it, but my other story you guys are going to love. So here is my start to Chapter 2!
That Saturday I took Sharron from work with me to the bout. We paid the $6 at the
door and took seats in the lower area of the arena. We were on the main floor that the derby girls were warming up on by skating around in circles. The place looked a little dilapidated an most of the walls were painted brown probably during the 70s. The floor was hardwood and the arena was filling up fast. I had overheard that it was going to sell out from others in line while buying tickets. This wasn’t an amazing achievement, it’s not like it was a 10,000 seat stadium. I think full capacity for this place was about 1,500 but it was still more than I had expected. Or was it? I wasn’t sure what to expect. All around the ceiling were banners of local sponsors. What was funny is that most of them were local bars and breweries. One of the girls broke off from warming up in the middle to make a b line at Sharron and I. I hadn’t recognized her at first but it was Tiger Killy. She drug one foot behind sideways to slow down and bent over her front leg so that as she was skirting to stop right in front of us she was disturbingly eye level with us sitting.
Bent at the waist she said “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually take my invitation seriously.”
I thought about saying “I just wanted to confront my attacker” or “who are you again?” or “well maybe ….”
Just then I realized that I was staring at her for entirely too long while I ranked my responses. Instead I used the only response I had ruled out already.
“yep”
“well, glad you showed up.”
Out of the corner of my eye another dirby girl came screaming at us from the track at half a million miles an hour! She was coming extremely too fast so that she was going to collide with everyone in the bleachers like a tornado through a trailer park. There was no way she’d survive an impact this great. She’d be hacked into pieces on the metal bleachers and splashed all over everyone there. The bout would be canceled; the country coroner would be there to declare the pieces of her left dead. At the moment of impact I braced hoping I wouldn’t be too badly injured in the hit or flying shrapnel of body parts, I heard screaming and…
ERRRRRTT!!!!!!!
“Hockey STOP!”
I opened my eyes, the crowd sitting around me looked amused, I had fallen backward and was now wedged in between two rows of seats. The derby girl was standing directly in front of me telling Tiger that they only had a few more minutes to do some drill warm up before giving the track to Cherry City. She had frizzy blond hair with green streaks and runny mascara that made her look like she was the living dead. Tiger gave me a half smile and they took off into the fray.
Sarron “ohh my god that was close! I thought I was going to be so embarrassed for screaming but then you out staged me by falling in your seat!”
Jen “what just happened?”
Sharron “it looked like she was about to just plow into us, but then flipped both skates to the side and leaned into it and yelled hockey stop and then you disappeared.” “so that was the girl you bummed into the other day hun?”
“yeah”
“well at least we know what team to root for now!”
