What A Day

style=\'color:black\'>“So” Ace grunted, as he carried seven boxes of
shoes, three jackets, four jeans, two skirts, and six bags of shirts.
“Why am I carrying all this?” Diamond smiled and scanned the mall
for anymore sales. “Well, since I’m the only one with a working
credit card,” she grinned and glanced back at Ace. He groaned, “Can
we take a break?” Diamond sighed; she just found the cutest pair of jeans
in Hot Topic. Ace dropped off his new wardrobe next to the table and flopped
into the chair. The mall food court had all kinds of culinary delicacies. Which
rang from “Fries or onion rings?” to “Would you like a
low-carb carrot smoothie?” Ace was to watch over the merchandise while
Diamond went to pick up a coffee mocha latte chino or something. Ace had time
to contemplate, an activity that he was often found doing.

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style=\'color:black\'>‘Is this change permanent? Will I ever be a guy
again? I can’t lead the family name now, who would accept my
lineage?’ Diamond returned to the table, set down their drinks and sat
beside Ace. She recognized the distant look in his eyes. “Ace,
penny for your thoughts?” Ace blinked a few times and turned his
green eyes to her. His stone cold seriousness chilled her blood. class=GramE>Looking into her soul, as if searching for answers. Diamond
wished to protest his gaze, but her voice was caught. Dominated by her
lover’s stare, a craving filled her, to break the void of silence between
them. To hear his voice and let it quench this burning lust
for him; and so too, did he release that voice, which sang a song of sweet
relief. Such that rivals ambrosia to the sensors.
Ace spoke to her and said, “What should my name be?” Diamond
continued to stare at him as Ace went on not noticing, “I was thinking
something close to my name. Like Alice or Amy.” Finally getting up the
mental capacity, Diamond smiled at him, “You are a dork.”

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style=\'color:black\'>They settled on the name w:st=\"on\">Alice. “I like that, w:st=\"on\">Alice Sept. It could work.”
Ace…er Alice
said. Diamond was very eager to get him home and work out the perfect wardrobe.
“Hey Diamond lets check out that store,” Diamond followed his gaze
to an odd looking store call “Spells-R-Us”. It was an archaic
looking shop, like an antiques store. But it had a cold, mystic, feeling; like
it was owned by a curse-happy gypsy. Alice
of course being blind to all obvious danger, entered without hesitation. class=GramE>Diamond being slightly more logical, entered with more care; like
the door was suddenly going to come to life and eat her.

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style=\'color:black\'>Once inside, Diamond realized that she had lost sight of
her new girlfriend. “Ace…er Alice!
Where did you go?” She went up and down aisle after aisle, and stopped in
a peculiar section. It housed shelf upon shelf of books. They looked like old
reference books. She picked off a book from the shelf and read the title. class=GramE>“Vengeance.” She flipped through a few pages; it
looked like a recipe book with pictures and guides. ‘Oh,’ she
thought. ‘This must be one of those “I’m so Goth” witch
stores.’ She read through more of the book. As she flipped though t the
pages, she recalled a few girls she met earlier that day. They had teased her
about her hair and clothes. She felt the anger that she shunned come bubbling
back to the surface. She read through more of the book, her anger creeping
though her. Before she knew it, she was searching for an incantation that would
erase those bitches from existence! Her burning hatred fueled her search, and
she found it. Through gritted teeth, she growled out the words from the book,
“Sori Malose Koro Rip, let my anger fuel the
whip! Smite them down, to hell they burn. Lost in the abysmal
Crypt!” Diamond finished the spell at the top of her voice.
“Um, you okay Diamond?”