Impediment

By Sarah Rindert

Wow, you really never saw a Floxie before, mh? it says, insulted.

A Floxie? Sure, I saw like a hundred of them before, I shout sarcastically.

You saw like a thousand, but okay, he counters, upset, and stares offended at me. He points to Rosalie. She never saw one before. She's new! She's a Sklarewsti!

Sure. I just pretend that I know what you're talking about. Rosalie nods, turns around, and grins at me.

Whatever. Stupid humans.

Don't take too many words in your mouth, Floxie. I warn him, still hiding behind the pillow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499083675

Sarah Rindert

Cheerful, optimistic and crazy, that's me: Sarah. I was born in Germany, live with my family and our cat, Findus, in Bulgaria and currently I visit the Highschool in Fergus, Canada. The only thing I can really say about me, without any doubts, is that I keep my promises, right papa?

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For Dad

Acknowledgment

In first place, I want to thank my dad for inspiring me to write a book. He and my mother both supported me so much in the last seven years and I am really thankful for this. They gave me the opportunity to come to Canada, to improve my english and therefore to translate my book and finally publish it. You’re the best parents in the world. I love you!

Second, I want to thank my brother. He helped me a lot with names and funny Floxiestories. Especially during vacations or during long car rides. Thanks, bro!

Third, I want to thank whoever is responsible for sending me and my family to Bulgaria, because there through I could find the perfect ending scene for it. Thank you, random person!

Fourth, I want to thank my friends, especially Clarissa for supporting me, Iliana for finding the word Floxie and Milena for encouraging me not to stop when I doubted I couldn’t make it. Thanks guys!

Fifth, I want to thank Terry for telling me over and over again to translate it into English. He and Sonya helped me a lot with using the right English words and proverbs, because apparently I can’t just translate them word for word from German. Thank you for letting me stay with you for such a long time. It was great!

Last but not least, I want to thank Xlibris for proofreading, editing, marketing and the most important thing: For making my biggest dream comes true! Thank you very much, Donna Traz!

You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice left!

It’s a beautiful and warm summer day. The sun is doing a outstanding business while it stands high at the zenith.

The beams tingle on my hide. How neat it would be to hang out with my acquaintances at the movie theater or in the shopping center but it’s just not possible; of course not. It’s forever the same; especially in movies: Boring life of a random person, something really odd happens to the random person, then everything is perfect after understanding the situation, then something truly bad happens like the best friends’ death and then there is the happy end with the random person’s love of the spirit. That’s precisely what’s going to happen to me, as well, but I am educated. Why? Because I was after that! Therefore, it is already obvious how this story will end. The whole matter will start today and the real action commences in one or two days. It all depends on my brother. I hope he finally listened to me. Please, just once. I can tell you what’s going to happen: While he will have fun viewing the spectacle, I am in the throes of bringing through the planet’s future.

If I would compose a class test now, I would say that was a foreshadowing. Why do I think about class tests? Because I write one. Subject? English of course. It’s my final exam. Last exam! Ha ha, after that I will celebrate summer and welcome vacations by doing – something. And by something, I mean smoking a stick. I love that. It’s not bad, not addicting, it saves people’s life and helps children with seizures. Is there something better than pot besides getting drunk, party and smoke weed? Maybe LSD, but who knows where I can get this here? Not that I ever tasted it. It’s just that I heard it is suppose to be good. I finish my sentence, empty my coffee and turn over my teacher my exam.

Thanks. You know that…

I nod. … I have to wait until everybody is done for the big discussion?, I interrupt her, turn around and sit down. Yes, I know.,

How was it?

I look right and smile. Rosalie, right?

She nods.

It was easier than my class tests in grade eight.

She grins. Well, you’re an exchange from a better system.

No, I moved here., Definitely no exchange. How does she dare? Rosalie is a weird character, I think. She’s not modest in expressing her beauty. She is beautiful, I have to acknowledge that. But I have the benefit of being smart. She slips over with her chair and smiles selfish.

Don’t you think this guy in the corner is really cute?

I twist my neck and stare at the guy who waves to us and smiles. I look back at Rosalie and smile ironically.

Infatuation., I response serious.

What?

He’s marginal. You should focus on what you really want.

Like punching your face?

I nod and smile. Like punching me in my face.

She clenches her fist, waits till the teacher is gone and tries to punch me. Did I mention the word TRY in this sentence? Yes, I did. Why? Because I closed up and worked her arm to have her go afterward, because our teacher came back.

What’s your problem?

I shrug. It’s this stupid move, you know? What do you want me to do?

She sits back on her table and crosses her arms. Spoiled little girl this Rosalie. I like her. I really do. She’s a fighter and a Sklarewsti, but she doesn’t have to know that yet. So let’s pretend I didn’t say that. What is a Sklarewsti anyways?

I sigh desperate. I definitely can’t be the stupid individual in this universe.

Okay., my teacher sighs. It was a nice year and…

I get up and grab my bag.

Where do you desire to go, Keira?

I sigh, turn around and force a smile. Look, I don’t care how nice this year was, because it wasn’t for me. I’m not one of these little liars in this universe. I will go now and welcome my vacations with some friends I will find in two minutes and some really good pot from Mexico, comprendo? Perfect! Deliver a great summer, Mrs. teacher.

I leave the room and grin at me. I’m completely happy with the laughter behind me. I dance through the doors and run down the stairs. In the cafeteria, I actually find two girls. Black hair, black dress, black makeup. Real punk rockers. That’s how it always works.

Hey, I have marijuana. Want to take in some fun?, I ask them, twist around and walk away. I hear the gossiping for some instants, but then they follow me.

Hi. I’m Hanna., the girl with the tongue piercing says.

Nikki., the other girl says.

So these names don’t go at all. Melissa., I introduce myself.

"I believed your name was Keira.", Julienne emphasizes surprised.

I stop, turn around and force a smile. Then, you already heard of me?, I sense the strength in my teeth. It’s all coming back. They don’t even smell that good. I look around. We’re still arranged in the cafeteria. I could induce some fun in here before the sober portion of my animation gets going once more. I open my mouth to bite Julienne’s throat. Meanwhile I’ll grasp to Hanna’s wrist, so that she can not escape me. From deepest soul, both of them cry out for help. Suddenly Hanna freezes. I drink every drop of blood and I stress not to spit it out. It’s revolting. I take a stick out, flame it and begin to smoke. I smile and look at some shocked faces of the security, the administrations and some scholars who thought they could skip exams or they simply don’t have any exams. I wipe the remaining blood from the lips, shrug coquette and walk back in my English class.

Hey, Rosalie., I smile at her. She sighs. Have a great summer., I turn around and startle. What the fuck?

You must persist in this classroom until the teacher lets you go.

I smile annoyed. Mr. Wells, please. I don’t require to hear every detail from this year. I’m at this school since what? Two weeks? This year was very nice till my parents told me that I will stick here until I graduate.

Keira, we still have the discussion., my teacher says. Oh my god, don’t tell me she’s going to cry.

I frown and move my hands. The ice is moving up the walls and shaped itself into beautiful forms. The flakes are flying gently through the area, similar to music. They are lightening up, like an orchestra.

I could you all freeze within seconds. I won’t have this discussion. I don’t need to take a part of this nonsense. I have bigger problems. The council knows that I could probably be dangerous. I mean, so much power in one single person never meant anything good, right? Even in movies it’s really bad., Here we are. Movies! Didn’t I say some minutes ago that I will be prepared for odd things? And the council knows that the guardians protect something that could annihilate me. Maybe even kill me., No, that’s a lie, but it creates a more dramatic setting and humans love dramas, don’t they? I don’t know. My knowledge of human nature isn’t the best. Does anybody here in this room still think that listening to a discussion isn’t utterly marginal and that it could actually promote me? I don’t think so. Have a great summer., I bow and look at Rosalie. It was very pleased to make your acquaintance.

A pleasure., she concurs.

I turn around and take the guy’s eyes. By the way, Rosalie?

Yeah?

This guy wants to ask you out today. Act like you’d be surprised., I smile and leave the room. I can formally see her staring at him.

Benevolent of you., Rosalie shouts after me with a smile on her lips.

I raise my thumb and turn around a last time around. Don’t be too fatuous thou., I smile and run down the stairs. I see some people cleaning up the mess I left in the cafeteria. I smile and wave at them. They look friendly back. They ask me how I am and how I like it here and I give the best sarcastic answer I could possibly have said.

I sigh. I’m so proud of me; manipulating everybody. I walk home and with every step this feeling gets more potent. Something is amiss here! I stop in front of the house and listen, but it’s already too late. I turn around quickly, see my enemy in the eye and lose my consciousness two seconds later, because I got hit with something.

After a while I open my eyes. Just, because I woke up. Just, because some stupid car ruins my moment. This feral driver! I get upset out of the way and touch my head. Nothing feels wrong. There is nor blood, nor anything else which could imperil my life. What the fuck just happened? I look at our house. Okay. That means that I just come back from school.

Hey Melissa., Somebody stops right next to me.

Sorry., I groan. My name is Keira Olsen.

Do you know Melissa?

I laugh ironically and in pain. Then I look seriously at the guy. No. Have a nice day!

Thanks for the help!, he shouts after me.

I raise my hand. It’s not the first time that I hear the word benevolent today. You can just say it., I turn around and smile angrily at him. He’s walking towards me.

Thanks for your collaboration, Keira Olsen!

And what is your name if I might ask?

How should that help you? Checking out new boyfriends?

I laugh. No, I check out my exes!

Different!, he agrees. My name is Finn.

I nod. Will I see you again?

Do you want to?

I shrug. Maybe!

I won’t smoke with you!, he smiles coquette and leaves the street. I see how he crosses the next intersection and then disappears.

Finn! That’s kind of a nice name. I’ve never met a person called Finn! I shrug, he was a weird guy anyways.

I look at our house, again. Like I do it every day since I stuck here. Just to say that I’d rather see our old brick house and the garden with all the flowers I don’t know the names for.

My life is boring. It makes time go slow. I don’t even know what I am suppose to think. I go in the kitchen, take an orange (because I love oranges and I’m hungry) and go in my room on the second floor. My bag lands on my bed.

Yeah!, I shout and jump up. Good throw, Keira!,

Then I fall on my beanbag in front of my windows. This view is breathtaking (not literally)!

Okay, boredom. What can I do against it? Subconscious, please let me know what I could do!

Reading?

No, it’s boring. I mean seriously? How can I subconsciously suggest reading?

Puzzle?

I love puzzling, but no thanks!

Ah…

No!

I turn my subconscious off. It’s utterly frustrating. I have no resources against boredom. Not good, not good at all. Not even my subconscious can help me.

But as I explained in the beginning: movie pattern. So, now I’m bored, so in some seconds something awkward should happen. I, come on, planned this! Where is this idiot who tries to kill me?

A knocking interrupts my thoughts.

Welcome., I murmur, go to my desk and take the gun. I walk to the window and look through. Guess what? Nothing! I squeeze my eyes: Nothing!

Come on, don’t play with me. I’m not four anymore., I sigh.

Suddenly I duck to protect my head from breaking glass. I look up and raise the gun, ready to pull the trigger, but I stop. I can’t kill this.

Finally I found you., a voice hisses which freezes my blood in my veins. For Christ’s sakes. It’s 35 degrees Celsius outside.

But there we go: Something odd happens to the random person. With action I didn’t mean speaking fog. I’m just saying. Just because I like peacocks I won’t get them, right? Maybe I will buy a peacock, one day. Yes, I’ll do it! I swear!

Brainstorming! If a fog can speak and move like a human, I could probably shoot it as it would be a human. I pull the trigger several times and hit the wall behind the fog. Nice job, Keira! The fog comes towards me and I fall to the ground. I look in a pretty familiar face.

Hey Keira. Nice to see you again!

Did you find Melissa yet? Is that all I can think of?

He shakes his head and smiles. No, I was busy with saving beautiful girls’ lives.

I laugh. Behind ya. Okay, then it wasn’t too bad what I said!

He gets up, really fast by the way, and opens the fire. Literally! I mean, his hands start to burn. He grabs the fog which appears next to me.

The last Icedragon. I expected more. Ridiculous. A little helpless girl.

Finn burns the rest of it until it finally disappears. I sit up and start to laugh.

Well., I murmur and get back on my feet with Finn’s help. It called me little, helpless and ridiculous. It can be happy if it will die!

Nice ex., Finn grins.

Not an ex!, I pause. Thanks for pushing me to the ground.

You’re welcome!, he smiles ironically.

I mean it., I look at him. I don’t know if his thing would have killed me, tortured me or raped me which is pretty impossible, right? I mean the rape part.

Finn nods. I think I will see you again.

When?, I ask him. I have a schedule.

Pressed for time?

I nod. Yeah. It’s complicated.

He nods. Have fun with acting like a dullard.

I smile. Thank you, Finn.

See ya.

Then he leaps out the window and disappears. I look after him and sigh. Then I collapse and fall on the hard wood floor.

***

Keira?, somebody is calling me. I open my eyes and scream until my mother’s look changes into a Seriously?-Am-I-that-scary-and-are-you-that-obsessed-with-paranoia-and-hysteria-look. My mum is bowed over me. Was school that exhausting?

What do you mean?

You slept., Rosalie answers.

Why do you sound that slagged off., I look disappointed at her, grin at myself and shake surprised my head. I rub my eyes and sigh. Yes. School was really exhausting today. Believe it or not, I had a weird dream. I killed two people at school. It was nauseating.

Rosalie laughs nervously. Yes, that was a dream. You were the whole time in the classroom to answer some stupid discussion questions.

Oh gosh.,

My mom leaves the room without a word while I get up on my feet.

Weird dream!, I whisper. I look to the wall. No shots and no broken windows. I definitely dreamed., I sigh. That’s too sad. I liked that dream. What you’re doing here, Rosalie?, I ask absent.

I’m here to apologize. I treated you like crap after you said that the Jewish in the second World War were innocent.

I sigh. Water under bridge! Did you at least believe afterward?

First not, but your reasons were really convincing.

Yeah, people are pretty little liars.

Well, I got it, it was simply shocking, particularly the section where you asserted that the Jewish stole the money from the German government. However, it was scandalous, girl. Foremost, I asked myself what you’ve been smoking the whole day. Then I was considering the possibility that you were right. I’m glad that I didn’t punch your face.

Luck in pitch!

Antithesis., Rose smiles.

I hope so or I screwed up the exam.

Rosalie doesn’t answer, she’s staring at the blue stone on my dresser.

Wow. It’s gorgeous. Where did you get it?

I don’t know. Maybe this… no wait. That was the dream. Oh gosh! Seriously! He was damn hot!, I swear and lay down on the ground.

Who?

His name was Finn and he was totally sexy! He saved my life and then we talked about a girl called Melissa and exes and who cares!?

Rosalie takes the stone and drops it five seconds later. What the…?

What’s wrong?

I take the stone and look at it. It’s smoking.

It heated up! It burned like crazy!

My mouth opens and closes again. Yeah, I don’t feel anything., I laugh and look for a necklace. I find a little silver one, hang the stone on it and fasten it behind my neck.

It’s gorgeous.

What?

I sigh. Gorgeous.

You said ‘G’ like the letter ‘G’, you should pronounce it like in…

Yes, I know, but with a ‘G’ it sounds cuter., I smile at her like a little child. So what happened between you and that guy in our English class?

She shrugs. He’s a fucking idiot! Just sex in his fraudulently brain. I went to his house and then he started to talk about how easy it is and it won’t hurt and that we’ll do it slowly just for me and blah blah blah! So I punched him in his face instead of yours - it felt great by the way – and then I walked here, because I don’t know. I didn’t want to call my parents to pick me up from a guy’s place. They would kill me and talk to me and all this crap, so I decided: Hey, my friend Keira lives right here somewhere. I should visit her. She opens her arms widely and smiles.

I nod and grin at her. Convinced.

Good., she laughs. Thanks.

"He is a fucking idiot!"

Perhaps, he’s probably better than my ex. He was an idiot. Too possessive, too much control and all that shit and then he believed my classmate who told him that I would have a boyfriend in Europe.

I sigh. He dropped the diamond to collect random stones.

I couldn’t have explained it better, girl.

I’m honest with you. Something is wrong here. Normally something creepy should appear. In reality, not in my damn dream.

What was it in your dream?

Well, I tried to shoot fog which didn’t really work, so he called me the last Icedragon and Finn saved my life and he burned the fog. It looked funny, you should have seen it.

Rosalie laughs quietly, walks to the mirror to fix her blond hair and redo her makeup. I get up and take my bag to get out a knife to finally cut my orange. I actually share it with Rosalie after I turned on some music.

I love that song. Could you please turn it up?, she asks me.

I turn it up. What is that for a song?

Kiss from a rose.

I nod. It sounds good.

It’s a trio of singers who performed that song in a battle of the Voice of Germany.

Wow. She has an awesome voice.

She nods. You should hear her at the end. It’s amazing.

Did she win?

She shrugs. I don’t know!

I’m surprised that they play this song on the radio. I mean we’re in Rio, not in Germany.

She shrugs. Call the radio guy and ask him.

Nah. It’s too otiose.

Rose laughs. Such an animosity. Give up being that loath, Keira. If really something horrendous happens, you can’t be the faineant coward in the tale.

I fall on my bed and drop the last slice of the orange in my mouth. I close my eyes to savor it a slight bit more. You know, Rose, in my dream I was smoking pot. We should try this. We have a long free summer and I get bored really fast.

Sure. Will we see us tomorrow? Perhaps, without pot?

Yeah, it takes a while to find a good dealer in this town. I don’t know anybody.

Rose shrugs. I don’t think that I know somebody either., She saves her phone number in my contacts. Just call me.,

Sure. So now we’re like these best friends in movies?

Do you compare everything to a movie?, she laughs while we walk down the stairs.

Nah. I tell you something. Without a human being, all these movies wouldn’t exist.

What has this to do with you comparing life with movies?, She stares at me. That confuses me.

Really? Because every time when I say that I’m confused, I’m not!

Are you doing this on purpose?

Sometimes I think a lot. One time I listened to the song ‘Am I wrong’. Holy smokes, best song ever. It’s my favourite song right now. After ten times ‘if that then that’, I figured out that I am not wrong, but life is a lie. Because so many people asked me what’s wrong with me and I’ve never asked myself that. After that I thought about ‘now’ and that ‘now’ doesn’t exist. It was mind blowing.

Do you just say mind blowing like being confused?

I smile. Yes, I do. Nothing can blow my mind. I prepared my mind for everything. It’s logic, girl.

Alright., She opens the doors. Catch ya tomorrow sometime.

What is actually fire?, I ask.

Eat another orange!

What is an orange? It’s natural. Everything has its one sense, you recognized that? If a bird dies, the bugs eat it. But what about humans?

Humans are destroying the world., Rose smiles at me.

Fine. I’ll eat my orange., I say insulted. I miss Finn!

See ya.

Bye!, I sigh.

I close the door. So what now? Another orange, maybe I should watch a movie and smoke my pot before my parents arrive. Only I don’t have any pot. Oh god, life is complicated. I get my orange, run in my room, fall in my beanbag and start to peel my orange. Fresh and juicy and normal; not poisoned.

***

Guess what I’m doing at the next day? It’s a beautiful day and I eat an orange! Ha-ha, I love oranges. And I sit as usual in my beanbag. Instantly I hope that fog, I called him fog, won’t appear again. Instantly I hope that Finn, I called him Finn, will appear again. Ha-ha, that’s an antithesis. Oh my god. I should stop talking in rhetorical devices and stop thinking about English classes. Next week I’ll get my report card and I can officially call me a grade twelve student.

But right now, I see myself in the future destroying the whole world. Over the day I thought about calling Rose, but I was too lazy to get my phone. I mean it laid right next to me. Like a half foot away, that’s just too much. She’ll understand it. Then I touched over and over again the blue stone. I hope it’s from Finn, I believe in it. He just loves me! Whatever, I left the road! I touched the stone and I didn’t feel anything. I mean what the hell? Maybe Rosalie has sensitive fingers or she was just joking. Well, the smoke wasn’t. There will be a rational explanation.

Keira?! I have to go shopping.

Oh no, please not now, not today. My beautiful planed relaxing day is destroyed in one single second. Teardrops! Epic. Wait, I’m drowning in boredom.

On my way!

But I’m too lazy. I will get up in two minutes or later.

Keira!, my mother screams hysterically.

Always this impatience. I get up, get my phone, catch it when I almost drop it and walk to the door. I crossed the mirror, stop and walk backwards to look in the mirror again. I thought I saw somebody. I’m superstitious. That’s the whole explanation. I remind myself to get a jacket, walk to my bed and grab my jacket. I ignore the little box on it. No one was here. Rose would have told me and… maybe it was Finn!

I smile like a typical fall-in-love-teenager and run down the stairs. I try to act ‘normal’ when I sit down I the car. My mom hit me several times with a map.

Aua, mom. Seriously?

She drives real too fast through the city. You’re late!, She gives me some money. Some! Yes, I did say that ironically.

We can pick up Rosalie if you want. Didn’t you want to call her? Today?

Right. How can she know that? Never mind. She and her schedule. I still don’t want to talk too much, but my mother would kill me, so I call Rose instead of texting her. I definitely think too much sometimes. Why would my mother kill me when I text? Oh, right, because it’s not personal enough. I forgot that discussion. It was huge and useless.

You could buy something really gorgeous for summer.

Gorgeous., I laugh.

Keira, please. Language. Try to say it right.

Nah, boring!

I push the green button.

Hello?

Wow, that was fast., I sigh.

Did you eat your orange?

Yeah. I just wanted ask if want us shopping. We pick up.

Short silence. I think I got it. Lazy of talking?

I nod my head.

Did you just nod?

I nod again.

She did., my mother answers.

I stare at her. How the hell could you understand that?

Whatever. Yes, sure. I’ll come., Rose interrupts my confusion. Now we’re back with confusion. Can pick train?

I laugh. We on way. See ya.,

Finally somebody who doesn’t think that it’s not okay if we pick her up.

Bye.

That was one of my fastest talks on the phone ever. We’ll pick her up at the train station.

How many fortune cookies did you eat last night?, She turns in last second left. I can’t hold myself, I land on her lap.

It’s comfortable., I smile at her, get up and stare at her. The whole box. They taste good and I did a collage with the sayings. It looks really cool.

She shakes sighing her head and drives on the road through the forest. I’ve never seen a forest on a map of Rio, but that’s fine. In the movie ‘Rio’ you actually see the forest. It’s one of my zero favourite streets. Slowly we leave the wood. Oh man, life sucks and life is a lie. So is it a lie when something sucks? I turn on the radio.

I’m sorry mom. I need distraction. I think too much again.

I won’t even ask.

We arrive at the train station just a little bit too late. Rosalie is jumping in the car, introduces herself and says some stupid thanks for picking her up sentences while my mother apologizes a thousand times for coming late, then she drives us to the shopping center. She turns the radio on and starts singing ABBA. Oh gosh, that’s embarrassing.

Sesame snacks?, I ask Rosalie. She nods her head and takes one. They are so delicious and they should be good for something around the heart. Screw it!

You said it wrong!

I sigh. I know mom. Stop bothering me with that.

No, Keira. You are suppose to say sesame. Don’t say the first ‘e’ like an ‘e’.

I say it like I read it with the difference that I try to sound English.

Whatever.

Rosalie can’t help her smiling. I grin at her and eat another sesame snack. We arrive at the center; it’s pretty empty.

The most families are flying now in holidays, so our shopping centers are really empty in the vacations., Rosalie explains.

Different than in Europe, I would say.

Probably., she agrees.

In four hours we will meet right here, okay? Then we will buy my dress and make a big cinema evening with popcorn. You have the money, right?

Deal and yes, I have money. Love ya, Mom.

You too. See ya., We hug each other and she’s leaving us.

Let’s go shopping., Rose takes my arm and pulls me in the next shop.

Deal., Now I’m happy. And I already forgot everything. Perfect! Best friends forever! Yeah! Sigh, my life is sometimes so awesome.

After four hours and some good deals, we have a couple of bags. We went in really cheap and really expensive shops, so it was perfect. The bills created eye cancer, and the cheap once cured it again. Is this now a metaphor? I should really stop