~~WEAVINGS FROM THE YARN~~
And that is how Izzian Klowosky ended up being grounded to his room. As far as Izzian knew, no one even checked the Al203 to see if Eliza actually was speaking to an alien boy from so far away.
Had Izzian forgotten about the massive crowds attending the annual Sendoff Ceremony that day? Did he know about the hundreds of aliens in the streets when he manually locked the door to the communications lab, swished on the airboard, and hijacked the enormous big-vid plascreen located in the middle of the bustling town square? Or did he intend to reach as many people as possible that afternoon?
Whether he meant to or not, Izzian's claims were heard by everyone. Sure, old Yarn could have stopped our boy from making a public spectacle. I could have cut the power to the communications lab, or perhaps I could have chucked a large brick through space and broken the town's precious big-vid, but that's not really my style.
I am glad I didn't stop our boy from making his crazy big-vid outburst. It was meant to be. I must admit, the entire event was rather entertaining…
Watching Ela Alana, that Junipean Ambassador, running around in a haze of billowing smoke and apriguavo slushy might have been amusing to some. I'm certain Ela Alana didn't think it was funny.
Of course, it's not Izzian's fault that Junipeans use their hair like a suitcase, carrying everything from Ultraboards to ham sandwiches in those thick, long locks. I'll bet Ela Alana thinks twice before she confuses her head of hair for a briefcase again.
Still, Izzian had to pay for his actions. He had to answer to his father.
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CHAPTER 7