moons up and down the legs.
“Ugh!” Bree breathed, halting her nail polish brush in the air above her toes. “Not those again! What are you? Eight?”
“What are you, a broken record?” Meg shot back at Bree. “You said the same thing all last year.”
Bree rolled her eyes. “Just making a point.”
Eva smiled, taking them from Corrine. “They’re cute. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, “and I have lots more, so don’t worry! You won’t have to sleep naked.”
By now, Meg was inside the bathroom. “If she does, don’t tell the boys. Especially Lucas. He’d fly over here so fast that when he landed, he’d fall on the floor!”
“Ugh!” Bree breathed again. “For one, no one here is sleeping naked. And two, do we have to mention Lucas? He’s my ex!”
“Well, he’s Eva’s boy-toy now,” Meg said. She stuck her tongue out at Bree, and then slammed the bathroom door.
After a few seconds, the shower started up.
“Holy hell, Bree!” Meg shouted from inside the bathroom. “This water is damn cold!”
Bree laughed. Eva hated Bree now more than ever.
“Well, you can have him,” Bree said. She didn’t look at Eva, but continued to paint her toes. When she was finally done, she continued, “I’m through with that punk. Devin’s the only one for me.”
Eva had to clench her teeth to prevent her from using a long string of curses.
“We still think Colin stole your polish,” Corrine said.
When Bree didn’t answer, Corrine chose a pair of pajamas for herself covered in yellow suns that smiled. Bree finished painting her toes, and then she placed the nail polish back in her box. Next, she got up, and walked carefully to the window, trying not to ruin her paint job. The sun had already set, and the moon, crescent-shaped like Eva’s pajamas, was in bright view. Bree slammed the green curtains together.
She turned to Corrine, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t even mention that freak’s name. It was Devin ,” she emphasized, “Devin wants me back, okay?”
Corrine just shrugged her shoulders, went over to her desk, and shut off her lava lamp. When Eva furrowed her brow at her, she explained, “Bree doesn’t like all that light while she sleeps.”
“That’s right.” Bree walked carefully back to her bed and lay on top of the covers. Next, she settled her laptop on her chest, and flew her fingers across the keys. After a few seconds, she looked at Eva, and declared, “No lights of any kind! I have to get my beauty sleep!”
She turned back to her laptop and was lost in some website. Eva assumed it was a page named The Success of Being a Bitch or Pink Nail Polish—the Greatest Invention Ever!
“When do we usually go to sleep?” Eva asked Corrine, desiring to get this day over with.
“Ten, but no one really enforces it.” She showed Eva her desktop clock that displayed the time as nine-thirty.
“Good, well, I think I’ll just look over my schedule,” Eva said.
Corrine nodded. “I’m going to shoot my parents an email, tell them that I’m all right.” She smiled. “You know how parents can be.”
Eva smiled back. “Yeah.”
Corrine sat back on her pillow, grabbed her laptop, and began typing away.
Eva thought about her own parents, but what could she write?
I’m a Banshee, cursed to see people die by a witch who lived long. I have a potential boyfriend, who by the way is a Leprechaun—that’s right, you heard correct. He’s a bit of a bad boy, who can transform into a black fog, vanish, and teleport—you know, usual stuff boys do. But that’s not the kicker: he can enter my mind. That’s supposed to be impossible. Also I can’t stop thinking about his best friend, another Leprechaun, who by the way can’t even stand to look at me. But I think he’s the best thing since sliced bread.
No! No! No! She couldn’t write any of that. She had to lie, but not tonight. Tomorrow, she’d try to remember to write, or call them, and make
“Ugh!” Bree breathed, halting her nail polish brush in the air above her toes. “Not those again! What are you? Eight?”
“What are you, a broken record?” Meg shot back at Bree. “You said the same thing all last year.”
Bree rolled her eyes. “Just making a point.”
Eva smiled, taking them from Corrine. “They’re cute. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, “and I have lots more, so don’t worry! You won’t have to sleep naked.”
By now, Meg was inside the bathroom. “If she does, don’t tell the boys. Especially Lucas. He’d fly over here so fast that when he landed, he’d fall on the floor!”
“Ugh!” Bree breathed again. “For one, no one here is sleeping naked. And two, do we have to mention Lucas? He’s my ex!”
“Well, he’s Eva’s boy-toy now,” Meg said. She stuck her tongue out at Bree, and then slammed the bathroom door.
After a few seconds, the shower started up.
“Holy hell, Bree!” Meg shouted from inside the bathroom. “This water is damn cold!”
Bree laughed. Eva hated Bree now more than ever.
“Well, you can have him,” Bree said. She didn’t look at Eva, but continued to paint her toes. When she was finally done, she continued, “I’m through with that punk. Devin’s the only one for me.”
Eva had to clench her teeth to prevent her from using a long string of curses.
“We still think Colin stole your polish,” Corrine said.
When Bree didn’t answer, Corrine chose a pair of pajamas for herself covered in yellow suns that smiled. Bree finished painting her toes, and then she placed the nail polish back in her box. Next, she got up, and walked carefully to the window, trying not to ruin her paint job. The sun had already set, and the moon, crescent-shaped like Eva’s pajamas, was in bright view. Bree slammed the green curtains together.
She turned to Corrine, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t even mention that freak’s name. It was Devin ,” she emphasized, “Devin wants me back, okay?”
Corrine just shrugged her shoulders, went over to her desk, and shut off her lava lamp. When Eva furrowed her brow at her, she explained, “Bree doesn’t like all that light while she sleeps.”
“That’s right.” Bree walked carefully back to her bed and lay on top of the covers. Next, she settled her laptop on her chest, and flew her fingers across the keys. After a few seconds, she looked at Eva, and declared, “No lights of any kind! I have to get my beauty sleep!”
She turned back to her laptop and was lost in some website. Eva assumed it was a page named The Success of Being a Bitch or Pink Nail Polish—the Greatest Invention Ever!
“When do we usually go to sleep?” Eva asked Corrine, desiring to get this day over with.
“Ten, but no one really enforces it.” She showed Eva her desktop clock that displayed the time as nine-thirty.
“Good, well, I think I’ll just look over my schedule,” Eva said.
Corrine nodded. “I’m going to shoot my parents an email, tell them that I’m all right.” She smiled. “You know how parents can be.”
Eva smiled back. “Yeah.”
Corrine sat back on her pillow, grabbed her laptop, and began typing away.
Eva thought about her own parents, but what could she write?
I’m a Banshee, cursed to see people die by a witch who lived long. I have a potential boyfriend, who by the way is a Leprechaun—that’s right, you heard correct. He’s a bit of a bad boy, who can transform into a black fog, vanish, and teleport—you know, usual stuff boys do. But that’s not the kicker: he can enter my mind. That’s supposed to be impossible. Also I can’t stop thinking about his best friend, another Leprechaun, who by the way can’t even stand to look at me. But I think he’s the best thing since sliced bread.
No! No! No! She couldn’t write any of that. She had to lie, but not tonight. Tomorrow, she’d try to remember to write, or call them, and make
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