Multidecadal Variability In My Sanity

[Lord of the Dance]

Oh, come on, no investigation? XD
Ah well. Great job with the descriptions, Enrique.

[Teo]

Aw yeah, I finally found time to read these again!!

The description you put in... I can practically feel the soaking rain and the reactions painted on everyone's face during the bomb... I couldn't see how you would go around doing this any better.

And better yet, THERE'S A PLOT NOW XD

[Enrique]

(Sorry for the delay again. Various distractions disallowed me to write.)

[Article 1.11]

Enrique awoke at four o'clock the next morning. Just as he sat up in bed to check the time did he realize that he went to bed at eight o'clock last night. He had no ambition to try to fall back asleep until later in the morning, despite noticing that the clock on the bookshelf across the room from his bed read only four hours and three minutes that passed to this point this day. This day was Wednesday, the day that the school cancelled for further investigation of the explosion and the death that occurred the day before. Waiting for the sun to rise - and visibility of the clouds of rain that Enrique expected - he resumed his study of the scientific article that he had been reading the day before.

Daylight broke at six-fourteen, and, as Enrique had expected, it was raining; however, the rain fell much lighter than it did the day before. He had no idea what he was going to do for the day; he had no work to do - other than his continuous climatology studies - and his friends were usually off in their own out-of-school activities for Enrique to bother them. Enrique had been reading his article for approximately three hours - it turned seven-twenty-four - when Enrique got bored with that and progressed with his day.

For the majority of this day, Enrique switched between watching television, using the computer, and reading the article frequently; he even finished reading that ridiculously long paper, which stood at 41 pages long, single-spaced. At this time, it was only two o'clock; it still rained outside. He turned on the radio in the living room, hoping that the investigators had found more in the case of the explosion at his school. He did not enjoy listening to the radio station; he thought that the music that they played - the music that is currently most popular - was bad; he didn't understand how a band that could just barely speak English when they sing was so popular among a group of people that generally hated speaking foreign language. Nonetheless, this radio station was the only one that offered information on the explosion at the school.

At four o'clock, the radio station informed that school will be expecting students to attend tomorrow; this was to Enrique's relief since he could barely stand staying home another day and being bored for an entire day, not to mention the music that was being played; however, further information on the investigation was not available, and most likely would not for months. Enrique now figured that it was time to start paying attention to the newspapers.

For the remainder of the day, Enrique watched various television shows. At eleven, like he usually would, he went to bed. However, he didn't actually fall asleep until twelve-thirty; he spent an hour and a half thinking over the same questions about the seemingly immaculate explosion that he occupied himself with most of the evening before. He started to think about the effect that this will have on the school as well. "...How much is this going to cost the school?...Will taxes raise?..." The chaos in his mind quelled when he finally fell asleep.

Thursday morning was the same that most school days had normally been: wake up at six, have breakfast, et cetera. He knew that there will be chaos in school about the day off and the investigation. However, he focused on getting ready for math class, the first class of the day. Being the only one in the class who had a passion for mathematics, teacher included, he would not have such a trouble with this; the only thing that would be a major distraction would be uncertainties and rumors about the explosion. At ten minutes past seven o'clock, he left the house to walk to school again; he again did not want to be present on a crowded bus. He brought his golf clubs, as he anticipated that the match that was originally scheduled for the day before was rescheduled to today. To his fortune, the sky was clear of clouds, so he had no weather difficulties on his journey.

Arriving at seven-forty, he put his golf clubs in the band teacher's office, as the band teacher allowed him to do so. Promptly following, he reported to his locker and retrieving his materials for mathematics, the first period of the day for him. However, he did this ten minutes before the school actually allowed students to go to their lockers; however, they never got on anyone's case for going to their locker ten minutes early, especially now when the administration had other more important and relevant problems to worry about.

Out of curiosity, he journeyed to the area that the explosion allegedly had occurred; nonetheless, there was a vacant, debris filled area there. The area was shielded from traffic via yellow crime scene tape and plywood. The walls that separated the school to the outer environment were replaced by a temporary tarp. The ceiling that was once there and that was part of the second floor was replaced by a sheet of plywood.

Returning to his locker, he waited for his friend Kristof, who used a locker that was just down the hall from Enrique's. The bell that signified the time of seven-fifty five rang; within one minute, Kristof appeared. Enrique approached him. "So, some way to blow a snow day, huh?"

Kristof responded. "No kidding. At least I did stuff yesterday, like playing video games."

"Well, you did more than I did." Enrique replied. Kristof laughed; Enrique continued on. "I just saw the area that they said that blow up. It's a disaster zone."

Kristof responded, opening his locker. "I would imagine so. Rumor is that they'll tell us what happened today."

Enrique was shocked at this news, as he didn't expect to know what happened until the summer. "Really? I didn't think that we'd know until August." Kristof nodded, and then the two went off their separate ways to their first period classes.

[Lord of the Dance]

Great job with your choice of vocabulary, Enrique. Just watch how many times you say the word itself.