It all started with an annoying teacher. “Srosh,” she snapped, “Aurelia, Doya, why are you passing notes in class.” “Uh um.” We were desperate to not spoil our formerly perfect reputation any further. Well, now we couldn’t have teachers finding out what we were telling each other. Much less finding out that we were talking at all. So we did what any bored 5th grader with too much time on their hands would do. We learned ASL. Yeah not what you were expecting but still. We did it. Though what I am not telling you, is that we didn’t learn the words. No we were too lazy to do that. We learned just the alphabet of ASL, so all we could do was spell the words. I tried downloading some random ASL app so that it wouldn’t take us, like an entire minute to say a word. Like one word. Buuuuuuuut needless to say that didn’t work out. Still it was pretty cool that we could talk to each other from opposite sides of the gym with no one understanding us, and without making any noise.

You probably won’t believe what I tell you next, but I swear it is true. So me, Aurelia, and Srosh were on the roof practicing ASL from different sides of the roof. I squinted to see the sign Aurelia held up. She had mixed up the M and the T again. I decided to tease her, “W.T.M, interesting…” “you know I mean what the-“ I don’t have to tell you what she said next. (Don’t judge we used to curse in 5th grade) Then Aurelia’s jaw dropped. In fact it almost touched the floor. She signed something to me, agonizingly slowly. I twisted my fingers around, the sign to tell her to do it again. She shut her eyes. I yelled, “why’d you close your eyes.” She signed again. This time I finally understood what she said. She said, “don’t turn around Medusa is behind you!” But my stupid brain and instincts took over. I turned around with my eyes wide open. Before I could register what was happening I was turning into crusty stone.

What most people don’t realize is that being frozen by Medusa is mind-numbingly boring. So while I stand here frozen and bored out of my mind you sit on a bed, or couch, or chair, or whatever I don’t care, and entertain yourselves by reading my complaints. So get your butt of your cushy seat and come find me. You better get over here. Okay. Good, glad we got that sorted out. If you don’t get over here I will find you, and then you’re going to wish you found me first. 😡😈