“You are so immature,” Elysia complains. Luna, Solaris, Zenith, and Nova have been traipsing around the playroom, generally causing a ruckus. It’s distracting her from her very important magazines—how was she going to find out which member of Sim Direction eats grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast if her obnoxious siblings wouldn’t be quiet?!
“Yeah! Join us! One of us, one of us!” Luna giggles.
Luna in particular is taken with her younger siblings, possibly because they’re both oddly colored (“They have Alcyonian Syndrome, just like you and me,” her mother explained). She feels like she’s finally in the majority in this household—now Elysia is the weird one, what with her normal complexion and rounded ears. Besides, Nova is like Luna’s mini-me. She’s fairly certain that with enough training, she can get Nova to do her bidding.
“If anyone calls me a spaz, I’ll claw their eyes out,” Luna had recently become proud of her claws. More and more girls at school were getting long acrylic nails, so she feels like maybe she started a trend. They were fashionable and they could double as weapons.
“Uggh, you’re so stupid. Go away—leave me alone.” Ignoring her request, the children collapse next to Elysa, forming a tight circle along with their stuffed animals.
“Interesting? And you, Nova?”
“Gahrah! Bohs bohs bohs!” She cackles.
“I can’t even understand them!” Elysia scoffs.
“Why not? They’re about as articulate as you,” Solaris smirks.
“Awwww WAH,” Zenith agrees.
“Babies,” Elysia mutters, “you’re all babies.”
“I mean, different colors, but they’re the same style.”
Elysia looks down at her shoes, “Oh…yeah, you’re right.”
“Oh my MAKER, are you mad at me? I’m SO sorry, Elly, I didn’t mean to wear the same shoes as you, I swear! I didn’t even know you had shoes like this. Please don’t be mad!”
“No, I’m not mad, Juliet. Why would I be?”
“Maybe you have simfluenza?”
“Yuck, what a waste,” Jacquelyn suddenly changes the subject, “look at that—a guy like that talking to her.”
Elysia peers over her shoulder and sees her sister sitting next to a boy she doesn't know. He’s cute, in a way. Not her type, personally, but he seems interested in Luna.
“I can’t believe that. He just transferred to this school. His dad’s like some millionaire-billionaire, and he decides to talk to her,” Jacquelyn sucks her teeth.
“What are you reading?” his voice is deep for his age. He sounds almost like a full-grown man, which clashes with his baby face.
“What kind of book?”
“The kind with words.”
“…what’s the title?”
Luna giggles—she doesn’t know why she finds that so funny—and leans back in her chair, “only once. To be honest, I don’t really like it so far. It’s too weird, and I don’t like Esther. Like, she makes such a huge deal about…” she pauses, embarrassed.
“He gave you The Bell Jar? He’s really grasping at straws, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Luna laughs and snorts a little, “oh, maker---umm—that wasn’t me.”
“Dude, calm down,” the boy raises an eyebrow.
“What are they laughing about,” Jacquelyn sneers, “Whatever. I’m over him.”
“Over him?” Juliet is confused. Were they even an item?
“Sorry…what were you talking about?”
Jacquelyn rolls her eyes. “What is up with your sister? I mean, she shouldn’t even be in the same room as us, right? She’s diseased—we might catch something from her.” That’s right, Elysia remembers, I spread that rumor that her disease is contagious. She doesn’t know why she feels compelled to be such a bitch sometimes.
“Um, but she is adopted, though. From like Simvania or something. I heard she’s cursed and her family died at the hands of a vampire or something.” Sorry Luna, but every girl for herself.
“What a freak,” Jacquelyn declares, “she’s so weird and I can’t believe he chose her over me.”
“Is that Jacquelyn girl staring at me?” Luna nods with a strained smile.
“Umm—yeah. I don’t think she’s stopped staring since class started.”
“Like, OH MY MAKER, she has totally been following me since I got here and it is sooooooo annoying,” he says in a falsetto voice. Luna giggles. From across the room, Jacquelyn narrows her eyes and leans forward, listening closely. She can tell when someone’s talking trash.
“Your glasses are a little shiny. It’s like to attract wild idiots.”
“True, true. Should I worry for my safety? Am I going to get mauled or anything?”
“Nah, you should be okay. She’s a bitch, but she’s harmless.”
The bell rings, signifying lunch. As they pack up their books, the boy turns to Luna. “Hey, I know this is weird, but I think my mom packed too much food for me. She always does. Do you want to go to the library with me during lunch and chill out? It can be like a picnic, except depressing.”
“Luna,” she replies, “but my friends call me Lulu. Actually, I prefer Luna. Please don’t call me Lulu.”
As they walk down the hallway, Jacquelyn and company storm after them.
“Keep walking,” Luna mutters, “she only ever wants to pick fights.”
“Hmm, what are you talking about?” Quentin says theatrically, “I don’t hear anything.”
“I think it might have been the wind…?” Luna winks.
“Listen up, you bitch—“Jacquelyn tries to speak, but Quentin cuts her off.
“Wow, that’s some stupid sounding wind!”
“Jackie, let’s just leave them alone and grab some lunch,” Elysia tries to intervene, “we could go to Simburger.”
“I don’t want Simburger, I want to talk to your whore of a sister!”
“Gee, that wind sounds like it might need a nose job, too,” Luna’s passive aggressive taunts are cut short when Jacquelyn grabs her hair at the crown of her head and tugs. Luna falls back on the ground, hard.
Quentin looks on, unsure of what to do. He could easily deck Jacquelyn, but he’s been raised to never hit a girl. “Shit—I’m going to go get the principal, Luna. Hold on,” he darts towards the administrative office.
“Listen here, bitch. You need to show a little respect.”
“Jacquelyn, stop—“ Elysia begs.
“No,” Luna tries not to cry, “screw you!” Jacquelyn pulls on her hair again. Luna feels a few strands rip out. Tears begin to stream down her face.
“Fine—I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please let me go.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Calling you a bitch. Please,” she sobs.
“Stop it!” Elysia shouts.
“Run home, freak! Run to your freak momma!” she calls after Luna.
“She’s my mom, too,” Jacquelyn mimics, “Jeez, don’t be such a girl-scout. Yeah, your whole family is freaks.”
“When did you become so hateful?” Elysia doesn’t remember her friend ever being this cruel. Jacquelyn cackles.
“When did you become so boring?”
“Being a decent person makes me boring? Not everyone can be an asshole like you.”
“And what is going on here, ladies?”
“Mrs. McConnell!” Elysia notices the principal standing behind them. “Umm—we’ve just been stretching.” She rubs her back and rolls her neck, exaggerating the movements.
“Yeah. Stretching,” Jacquelyn doesn’t want to ally herself with her new enemy, but she knows the lesser of two evils when she sees it.
“Miss Bee, Miss Santos, you are going to sit here until you’re ready to apologize to each other. Then, only then, will I let you go home. I will also be giving you detention during lunch for the next week. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, me too.”
“What was that, Miss Santos?”
“I’m sorry, too,” Jacquelyn says louder, “can we go now?” Mrs. McConnell gestures to the door.
“Out. And I better not see you two fight again. I won’t tolerate it.”
Elysia saunters down the hall towards her locker. Mom is not going to be happy. As if on cue, her phone rings.
“Hi, mom! How are you? Good, I trust? Been keeping busy with the wedding planning?”
“Elysia Bee, you better march home right now,” Polaris sounds tense, “and bring your sister, too.”
“What do you mean? Luna isn’t home with you?”
“No—Solaris told me the two of you got in a fight with some little slut. I mean, girl. Luna’s not with you?”
“Nope. I haven’t seen her since lunch. I’ve been in the principal’s office.”
Polaris is silent for a moment. “Could you check around the school?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, mom. She’s probably in the art room. I’ll grab her and head home so we can be grounded forever and ever.”
“You’ve got that right, missy.”
“Yeah, I only know stupid ones,” he admits, “So where are you headed after this?” Hunter tries to sound casual, but he’s beginning to become impatient.
“I should probably go home…”
Alarm bells start to go off in Luna’s head. “Umm, that’s nice and all, but I really should get home,” she laughs nervously, “My mom’ll be pissed if I’m not home for dinner.”
“Seriously, come with us,” he forces a smile.
“Seriously, stop being a creep. I have to go,” Luna stands and starts to walk away, but Hunter jumps up and blocks her way. “Move!”
“Oww, stop it!”
“Just shut up! Naomi, go start the car!”
“Hunter, are you sure we should be doing this? This seems like a bad idea!” Naomi is panicking, but Hunter ignores her.
“Stay out of this, blondie,” he snarls.
“Help!” Luna screams at the top of her lungs, “somebody, please!” Words give away to shrill screams.
“Seriously, girl, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up.”
Elysia, help, Luna focuses her thoughts on her unconscious sister, hoping that she’ll get through to her somehow. Please help!
Author’s note: I went a little overboard on the school scenes. I was initially going to show very little of the school, but as I made all the random high schoolers, I started to develop a really clichéd, fun-to-write story.
ANYWAY, we’re obviously reaching a climax in the story, so that should be fun. ;)