Chapter 5
My psych(ic?)otic life.
I walked upstairs into the hallway. We live in a very small two story house, but it’s big enough that Ruby and I each have our own rooms. Ruby’s room is painted purple and filled with books, drawings, and unfinished stories that she’s writing. I rarely go in there except to find our dog Charlie, who likes her room better than mine because it’s ‘neat’ or something stupid like that. Another difference between us. You can’t even see the floor in my room, but we still hold group meetings because it’s bigger. Ruby had called a meeting today so I wasn’t surprised to hear voices in my room, my being in trouble or not.
“I said give me back my backpack!”
“Make me, carrot-head!”
“I’d rather have ugly hair than an ugly face!”
“Me? You have the ugly face!”
Well, Maggie and Nikki are here.
“You’re so stupid Nicole!”
“Your face is stupid!”
“Shut up!”
“Your face needs to shut up!”
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Your face doesn’t make any s-
“Hey guys!” I said before Nikki could go on. (Things like this have been known to go on for hours.)
“Oh thank God.” Angela stood up. “They wouldn’t shut up, I was afraid that your dad might have heard. I heard a crash, is everything alright?” (You remember Angela, don’t you?) Angela has dark brown skin, black eyes, and small square glasses. When I say that Angela’s a witch, I don’t mean that in an insulting way. She really is a witch, with a wand and a spell book and all that.
“Um –”
“Hey Emmy! Heh, you really did it this time, didn’t you? Too bad I didn’t see… How bad was it? Was he bleeding all over the place? Man, do you know how many people wanted to nail him in the face but were too scared to? You’re a freaking hero! I can’t believe I missed it…”
That was Nikki for you. Strong enough to make even Sam Krause cower when she’s mad at him, she’s the head of the girl’s basketball team, and so far, we haven’t lost one match. Not that I’ve gone to any; I don’t really like basketball all that much. Nikki can control water with her mind. She can make it float on the air, freeze, and attack people. Anything that you could possibly think of that involves water, Nikki can do. She can even breathe underwater, a skill that comes in handy. Nikki is the kind of girl that, once she stops talking, won’t stop until someone shuts her up. We’ve all kind of gotten used to it, but boy does it get annoying when you just want to be left alone, like I did just then.
I sighed, “You bet. Pretty bad. No. Yes. I know. Are you alright, Maggie?” Now, Maggie Reid is somewhat like Nikki. (Though she’d never admit it.) They both love to talk, they both enjoy fighting, and they both really hate each other. Like, a lot. She’s a ginger (for those of you who don’t know what a ginger is, it’s a redhead with freckles) with green eyes and pale skin. Unlike most of the rest of us, Maggie has two powers instead of just one. She can both run at supersonic speed and fly. Two very useful powers, in my opinion. Now, as I was saying-
Wait.
You readers don’t know what I look like, do you? Well that’s no good. You can’t read a book without knowing what the main character looks like. I have short brown hair and bright green eyes, like, nuclear waste green. And, um, like I mentioned before I’m kind of short. Okay, really short, but you’re never going to hear me admit that again.
Anyway, the reason I asked if Maggie was alright was because she looked kind of freaked out.
“Me?” Maggie asked, “I’m fine. It’s you that I’m worried about. Aren’t you scared of what Ruby’s gunna do to you when she finds out about this?”
“Ummmm…no?” First Kyle, now Maggie. What makes them think that I can’t take Ruby in a fight? (Because all odds pointed to her attacking me.) I can fight her, it’s just…hard. “Who else is coming?” I asked.
“Let me see…I think only Becky and Olivia are left. All the others didn’t want to come.” She didn’t say it, but we all knew what she was thinking: They didn’t want to come because they were scared of facing Ruby.
I was completely and utterly screwed.
My psych(ic?)otic life.
I walked upstairs into the hallway. We live in a very small two story house, but it’s big enough that Ruby and I each have our own rooms. Ruby’s room is painted purple and filled with books, drawings, and unfinished stories that she’s writing. I rarely go in there except to find our dog Charlie, who likes her room better than mine because it’s ‘neat’ or something stupid like that. Another difference between us. You can’t even see the floor in my room, but we still hold group meetings because it’s bigger. Ruby had called a meeting today so I wasn’t surprised to hear voices in my room, my being in trouble or not.
“I said give me back my backpack!”
“Make me, carrot-head!”
“I’d rather have ugly hair than an ugly face!”
“Me? You have the ugly face!”
Well, Maggie and Nikki are here.
“You’re so stupid Nicole!”
“Your face is stupid!”
“Shut up!”
“Your face needs to shut up!”
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Your face doesn’t make any s-
“Hey guys!” I said before Nikki could go on. (Things like this have been known to go on for hours.)
“Oh thank God.” Angela stood up. “They wouldn’t shut up, I was afraid that your dad might have heard. I heard a crash, is everything alright?” (You remember Angela, don’t you?) Angela has dark brown skin, black eyes, and small square glasses. When I say that Angela’s a witch, I don’t mean that in an insulting way. She really is a witch, with a wand and a spell book and all that.
“Um –”
“Hey Emmy! Heh, you really did it this time, didn’t you? Too bad I didn’t see… How bad was it? Was he bleeding all over the place? Man, do you know how many people wanted to nail him in the face but were too scared to? You’re a freaking hero! I can’t believe I missed it…”
That was Nikki for you. Strong enough to make even Sam Krause cower when she’s mad at him, she’s the head of the girl’s basketball team, and so far, we haven’t lost one match. Not that I’ve gone to any; I don’t really like basketball all that much. Nikki can control water with her mind. She can make it float on the air, freeze, and attack people. Anything that you could possibly think of that involves water, Nikki can do. She can even breathe underwater, a skill that comes in handy. Nikki is the kind of girl that, once she stops talking, won’t stop until someone shuts her up. We’ve all kind of gotten used to it, but boy does it get annoying when you just want to be left alone, like I did just then.
I sighed, “You bet. Pretty bad. No. Yes. I know. Are you alright, Maggie?” Now, Maggie Reid is somewhat like Nikki. (Though she’d never admit it.) They both love to talk, they both enjoy fighting, and they both really hate each other. Like, a lot. She’s a ginger (for those of you who don’t know what a ginger is, it’s a redhead with freckles) with green eyes and pale skin. Unlike most of the rest of us, Maggie has two powers instead of just one. She can both run at supersonic speed and fly. Two very useful powers, in my opinion. Now, as I was saying-
Wait.
You readers don’t know what I look like, do you? Well that’s no good. You can’t read a book without knowing what the main character looks like. I have short brown hair and bright green eyes, like, nuclear waste green. And, um, like I mentioned before I’m kind of short. Okay, really short, but you’re never going to hear me admit that again.
Anyway, the reason I asked if Maggie was alright was because she looked kind of freaked out.
“Me?” Maggie asked, “I’m fine. It’s you that I’m worried about. Aren’t you scared of what Ruby’s gunna do to you when she finds out about this?”
“Ummmm…no?” First Kyle, now Maggie. What makes them think that I can’t take Ruby in a fight? (Because all odds pointed to her attacking me.) I can fight her, it’s just…hard. “Who else is coming?” I asked.
“Let me see…I think only Becky and Olivia are left. All the others didn’t want to come.” She didn’t say it, but we all knew what she was thinking: They didn’t want to come because they were scared of facing Ruby.
I was completely and utterly screwed.