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Nine Burnt CabbagesThey were a little lost.
Finding their companions in what she'd at first thought was only a small marketplace was proving to be a challenge. Now she understood why Clayton stressed the importance of sticking together; the place was huge. Mana wasn't even sure she could find her way out of the maze of people and vendors if she tried.
And that could be a problem.
“Do you see them?” Mana asks her twin, scanning the crowds.
“No,” Keahi grumbles, glaring at an oblivious passerby who steps on her foot. “And if I have to spend any longer here I swear I'm going to burn somebody.”
And she could, though Mana found that quite hard to adjust to. They had been alive for eighteen years, and it had only been recently that she'd discovered her sister possessed that ability. Still, she highly doubted allowing her sister to combust in the
Rescue Operation“Careful, boss. She's a biter.”
The boss – a man who couldn't be much taller than her – smirks as he takes a small, taunting step forward. His captive, none other than Keahi herself, glares at him, tugging on the ropes that hold her in place.
“Come closer,” she challenges. “I dare you.”
“Now that,” the man responds, squatting to her level though just out of reach, “would be a very stupid thing to do.”
There are three of them in all. Her other two captors sit by the fire, skinning a rabbit they caught during their trip back to their camp. They lack so much organization, she's almost ashamed to be their prisoner.
“I'm not scared of you,” she snarls. Her foot nearly collides with his head as she kicks at him.
Her captor ignores her, instead working to catch h
Sharing"What are you eating?"
"Peanut butter pie," Keahi responds as though it is the most logical thing in the world. For her, it probably is.
Clayton makes a face. "I know you like peanut butter and all," he says, "but that's a little extreme."
From her place on the sofa, Keahi stares wordlessly at him, taking another bite.
"Why couldn't you just stick with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter?" Clayton continues. "Still gross, but not as disturbing. Peanut butter just doesn't belong in pie."
Mana doesn't bother to warn him. She's certain he knows by now what danger lies in provoking her sister, so she prepares herself to flee at any given moment.
Keahi's eyes narrow on him dangerously. "Take that back."
Clayton crosses his arms. "Make me."
She ignores the challenge, reaching for another bite. Clayton moves to snatch the tin from her, but she's quicker and stabs her fork into it, glaring daggers at him.
If looks could kill, he'd be dead.
"Back off," she snarls at him, grip tight
When Traveling in Ireland“They send the Seattle branch to the Bahamas, and us? The remote countryside of Ireland.”
No one in the rental car has a response for that, so Yan huffs, stuffing the last of his sushi into his mouth. As he chews, he stares out the window with the strongest look of boredom Larka has ever seen someone have.
She doesn't blame him. The ocean side – which had kept her occupied for quite some time – was long gone now, and the further they drove, the less it was common to see anything other than grass.
“At least Ireland is pretty,” Ari reasons to the sulking albino. “And you still have three boxes of Girl Scout . . . oh.” She finishes quietly when she sees every box is empty.
Cy eyes them in the rearview mirror. “How we managed to fit all four of you back there is beyond me,” he muses. Larka, Ari, Isa, and Yan all glare at him in turn
Stranger CircumstancesIn all truth, it was bound to happen.
She'd just made a pit stop to her locker and was headed to the lunchroom when a tall woman, neatly dressed and most certainly angry, exited a nearby classroom and marched right up to her. "You," the woman snarled pointing a rather bony finger at her. "In my classroom. Now."
She promptly felt the blood drain from her face. The tone that teacher was using meant trouble, and she hadn't the slightest idea what she'd done to strike that chord. "If you don't mind my asking," she nervously asked, trailing behind the woman, "is there something I did wrong?" This woman wasn't even her teacher, and that served well in amplifying her terror.
"Is something wrong?" The woman sat down at her desk. "Your grade is slipping slipping, your work ethic is poorer than usual, and you have been tardy to my class far too much lately. Care to explain yourself?"
This is awkward.
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