Snippet #1514762

Darren looked around at them all pathetically, shifting from foot to foot anxiously as he had a tendency to do. Most people thought it was strange and usually asked him why he was so hyper, but he wasn't hyper. He was tired actually. Which reminds him. He looked up at the night sky. Foggy and breezy as was expected for this time of year. He shivered and looked back in time as the one called Musta--Musta been a what? Darren thought--flew into the air with wings of flame. He watched with a blank look, then turned back to face his sister with the same expression.

"I'm just going to ignore that," he concluded. "It didn't happen and I'm going to bed." He started inside, pushing Claire along with him in hopes that she would get the idea and follow. Before he disappeared in the house, he looked back at the other creature protector whatevers. "You are not going to be here when I wake up," he told them, though it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than the rest of them. He was trying to confirm that they were allusions and what little left of his sanity he had left had deteriorated somewhere on the way from the bus stop to his home, probably around the time 'Musta' showed up. Seriously, what kind of name was that? He had the urge to make a mental joke about it every time he thought about it.

With that, he promptly turned around and left to head inside his house, not bothering to care if anyone else had any objections.