Trio (vi)

Stop doing that!
Doing what?!
Turning your head erratically whenever I call your name!
I'm only responding?
Yes, but do it without doing that? It's not slightly amusing at all.

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The siren was blaring. The people were rushing, everyone was panicking.
"Come on! Lets go!" I exclaimed like an excited 12 year old, as we weaved through the crowd in the opposite direction. I heard my mother calling me silly, idiotic even. She warned, Curiousity is like a small kitten: A small scratch won't hurt, but enough scratches will disembowel the hot water system.
A fire truck rumbled past and erratically stop ahead. Men in yellow suits leaped off the beast and rushed towards the doors, opened and welcomed by uniformed green security guards.
"You know that you're not going to find anything. Look, everyone is out by the pavement, smoking and having a laugh. Why can't we just stay here? You'll be disappointed!" Smuck sounded concerned. Odd
"Because here, is boring. And over there is excitement." I got distracted as rather young, black clad and distressed boy rushed by; his chains tinking as he went "And 'Oh my God' thats a really disgusting ear stretcher"
We had stopped running, shocked at such a putrid sight. "That's really wrong, look it how it flaps around. I want to hook my finger and pull on it." The boy went around the corner. "But yeah, but over there is also eminent barbeque roast with a slight hint of third-degree burns, scortching flesh and screams."
"All the more reason to go ey? Come on! this is the first time in like 16 years that I've been here that Knox City had a emergency evacuation!" We merged into a crowd of fellow thrill seekers. "Look, the yellow men are getting out their equipment"
The Yellow men disappeared. Nothing really moved except for the rotating siren. Those who wanted to flee had already left, those who wanted to stay were suspended in anticipation.
"You're are strange child you know."
"Funny, you're analysing me. Do proceed."
"Immigrated here, raised with a foreign language, been living here since Australia since you were two. Yet you still speak funny..."
I gave him a scornful look "...and mind you, you can't speak either language fluently."
"I so can!"
"No, no you can't. Grandpa just ignores you, he thinks you're speaking English and waits a translation from someone else. Even teachers at school ask you to repeat your rampant ideas!" Smuck started looking like a scholar. Left hand thoughtfully on his chin, arm tucked under for support, eyes gazing philosophically at the sky, cigarette slowly smouldering unnoticed in his right. "So you can't really say that you're white-washed, nor can you say that your extremely ethnic..."
I butted in, "Yeah but I'm mor..."
"...more able to use one language more than the other? yes of course! but you still speak funny english. Culturally torn is what I would call you. "Too Asian to be whitewashed, too whitewashed to be Asian'."
The yellow men walked back out of the door and shook hands with the alert green men with their radios. The crowd peaked, looked around anxiously for a tongue of flame, for a jet of water, or even a bound man to be lead out of the enterance. There was nothing.
"I told you that you would be disappointed."
It was a false alarm. Some kid has done something stupid.

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Lets see how far you fall with the burden that is forced upon you
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I awoke. "Shit, I hope that wasn't true."
I folded back into the sheets, and tried to get to sleep.