Home wreckers Ch.9:
They bombarded Fawn with questions about missing the rehearsal. Tony and Alyssa were big time fans of the theatrical arts. Both wanting to be big Broadway Stars one day, had high hopes for the Thomas Miller High's Theater Department.
"I'm sorry," Fawn lied. She was kind of glad that she missed being yelled at for being too slow or not dramatic enough. She thought she was and that was all that mattered.
"Well," Alyssa started. "You didn't really miss much. We just went over a few old lines that we needed to brush up on. We had a substitute so other than..."
"Are you serious? The day I don't come and you have a sub! That's not fair!"
Alyssa giggled and Tony noticed her wicked hair-do. She told him to not even go there and then Fawn punched him in the arm. They had rehearsal again today and tomorrow as well. Fawn couldn't wait to hang out with her friends and get away from all the monsters coming out of her mirror!
I walked out of the auditorium after practice and noticed that my compact was MIA. I walked back down the aisle between the seats and glanced around for it. Then I heard the whinnying of a horse around behind the curtains.
Great… what now?
Yep, it was a horse all right; the clopping of the hooves echoed that much to me. They stopped, turning into that of steps of a human with expensive sneakers on his feet. The curtain was pushed back and a boy emerged with glasses that were a light red and dirty blonde hair. His eyes were a blue-green color.
He hopped down from the stage with compact open in his hands.
“I summoned you here.” I said, getting the hang of it by now. With four monsters now going to be living in my basement you would think that I outta! “Be your own person, too.” I added remembering what happened with Scott and Marco. Paul really didn’t need any directing, he was full of himself all really too much to be standing at attention all the time.
The first thing he said to me afterwards, now checking his glasses in the top half of the compact. “Do these make me look too preppy?” he asked in a girly voice. Was he gay? He noticed me staring. “Don’t look at me like that, I had sisters growing up.” Then he smacked the mirrors shut and placed it in the palm of my hand.
“What’s?” I started.
“Erik Blake, don’t rub me the wrong way girl or I’ll go all medieval on your a**!” he warned, did a finger snap in my face, and walked from the auditorium without me. The Medieval times must have been when his kind were around.
I silently finger snapped him behind his back and then followed him. He was looking around the parking lot at the back end of the school. He turned to me looking positively pissed for some reason.
“Where’s your car, I presume you have one… right?”
I shook my head, no car, not till graduation.
He sighed and started walking in the direction of my house. “I can sense the others so we should get going; I feel a long walk coming on…” Erik added another long pitiful sigh.
Catsmeow389 · Sun May 17, 2009 @ 07:07pm · 0 Comments |