Sometimes you start out doing something and end up doing something completely different and unexpected. That ever happen to you?
That's happened to me numerous times. But I'll only mention one. It was the day of…don't remember. October 6, 2014. Ten days before Amarkian Foundation Day. That's the day in which Amarkia was founded, October 16th; a little more than 95 million years go. During the age of dinosaurs. That's when my species, Spinosaurus, was at its height.
That's the day in which the first king of Amarkia, Idrytis Kyverná, planted his mangrove tree in an open field beside a river. He'd gone there to escape assassination attempt and lived by himself. Lived off the land. Even though we dinosaurs could talk back then, we still weren't a million times more modern than you humans.
Anyways, we celebrate Foundation Day every October 16th.
We were in my room, as I recall. Larry and I. We were looking for something. Don't know what it was. I think it was a special suit I wear only to certain occasions. (In dinosaur form here, by the way.) I was rummaging through the closet, looking under things and behind things. Larry looked his own way. He throws things, no matter how heavy they are or if they break something or land on someone's head.
Like right now. I'm here looking under a wooden plank, and just now Larry threw a…OOF! A baseball bat! And it hurts. Oh, it hurts! Laugh all you want. If you think it's funny, have someone threw a baseball bat at your head from at the other end of the room.
"Hey, that hurts, stupid!" I yelled at Larry.
"Oh, sorry. I threw it too soft. I mean…aah!"
"Oh, shut up, will you?"
He stuck out his tongue at me and turned around to keep looking. Nothing. Still couldn't find it. I stood up and got a ladder to look up on the top bench of the closet. I was going through some things when I suddenly felt something hit the ladder.
I felt wobbly, almost dizzy. Then, ahh, ahh! CRASH! Down I came. Landed right on my head, and got my tail under the ladder when it came crashing down. Naturally, I screamed.
I took the ladder off, and very painfully stood up. I turned to Larry. He was staring and at me, with a goofy smile. He said, "Uh, ah, heh heh." His I'm-in-trouble laugh. I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground.
I was about to choke him when the door slammed opened. Right in my face, mind you. Sometimes I wonder why all these things happen to me. Seems all bad things happen to me, just to me, especially to me, and ONLY to me. Makes me wonder sometimes…never mind.
Guess who'd slammed the door open? My somewhat naïve and careless sister, Kathy. She'd also been searching through all her stuff. For a dress, not my suit. "Hey, guys," she said. "Look what I found." She held up a a red and orange dress.
I looked at it all over. "Hey, isn't this the dress you wore to your first date?"
She smiled. "Yep. That's it."
"Aw, you wanna get rid of it?" said Larry.
We both stared at him. "Shut up!"
He shrugged and muttered, "Just an idea."
We looked back at the dress. "You remember that day?" she asked me.
I sighed. "How could I forget? We were what? Twelve years old?"
"You were so nervous," I continued. "I even cried."
Larry grinned. "You cried? Over your sister's first date? What a softie!"
I glared at him. "I happen to be unbelievably emotional. Besides, someone's first date is always something special. It's like a, I don't know. Like a before and after."
He nodded. "Like, before you were cool, and now after you're mushy and uncool?"
I groaned. "Forget I mentioned it."
At that moment, my cousin Patty walked in. She was carrying a large black binder. "You won't believe what I found."
"A dead horse?" said Larry.
She looked at him. "That's not funny."
Larry smiled. It was a self-satisfied smile. As if to say, "Yes I know. But I love to drive you all crazy."
Anyways, Patty said, "I found our Family Photo Album."
We all got excited. We went over to my bed, sat down, while Patty handed me the album so that we could all look through it. We came across our parent's wedding photo. "Look, Mom and Dad," said Kathy.
"Yeah, boy do I remember. I sure got the prettiest stepmom. Look at the pretty stepsister I got." Kathy smiled and hugged me. "Thanks, bro."
We kept looking and found one of Robert's baby pictures. He had a green plain shirt and small jeans. "Aww!" we all said. "Can't believe it's been that long," said Larry.
I kept flipping through the pictures and found something interesting. "Hey! Who is this fine-looking young lady?"
"That's not a fine-looking young lady, that's Patty," said Larry.
I couldn't help it. I laughed. Patty didn't appreciate it. She pulled his tail. That usually quieted him down. Usually.
The picture was of Patty, when she was twelve and a half. She was probably three or four inches shorter than she is now. Her hair was much shorter; it stopped halfway between her shoulders and her ears. She was wearing a fur coat, a scarf, and a green beret.
Suddenly, it hit me. "Oh! I remember this photo. We took this one about a month or so after Patty first moved here. You remember?"
The girls nodded. Larry didn't. "I don't."
"You don't remember?" Kathy said, surprised.
He shook his head. "I wasn't here. I was on a space exploration trip."
"Oh, that's right," I said. "Yeah, Larry wasn't here."
"Maybe you should tell Larry," Patty suggested.
All at once, Larry looked eager. "Yeah, tell me."
I hesitated. "Guys, we have a lot of work to do. Foundation Day's in ten days."
"Come on, bro. Don't be a spoil sport," said Kathy.
I sighed. "All right. I'll tell the story."
Everyone got comfortable on my bed. I put the photo album on the floor beside the bed and laid my head on the pillow. "All right. It was about…winter. The year was 361 CE. Just a few weeks, earlier, I'd gotten a letter from Patty's uncle telling us about how he wanted Patty to live in one place so she could finish school."
Well, why don't I tell you, too? Sit back and relax. Imagine I'm telling the story. Okay, now let's go back to that date. Reminiscence. You know how in the movies and TV when someone reminisces, the screen gets wobbly for a minute then clears to the past? Same thing here.
Okay. Here we go. Two years ago. For us that is. For you that's 1,613 years.