"Nice job genius." That's Emele for you. Always so eloquent. I heaved a big sigh, and watched my breath float away into the crisp autumn afternoon.
"Ok, so plan: Get Substitute Teacher To Spill Everything She Knows About Mae Paulsen was a bust, and maybe we're on our way to get our butts chopped off by my foster parents, and maybe-"
"Our?" Emele's ice blue eyes widened considerably. "Oh no, sister, this is allll on you." Now, it was my turn to open my eyes to astronomical proportions.
"B-but, Em!" My bottom lip started to quiver, and my grey eyes watered. This was a look I knew she couldn't resist. "What happened to 'I'm all for this! Whatever jerkface dared harm your mother, I wanna help find him! Heck! Lemme get my nine millimeter, and we'll hunt him down together!'" Emele looked slightly deflated.
"I didn't say exactly that..." Her accent slightly marring her bravado. "Oh-kay..." She drew out, her cheeks pink from the cold. "I'll take some of the blame, but most of it's on you!"
"I love you Emele Elizabeth!" I threw my arms around her neck.
xHAx
"What were you thinking Adele Rae? What? I was having a good day! Elyshia finally stopped throwing up everything she ingested," (Elyshia is my foster baby sister. She is SO FREAKING CUTE!) "And Adam got a promotion!" Meet Christina Reighlynn, my foster mother, and, at the current moment, succeeding in becoming a world class bore. "And then I get a call from Ms. Darwin. What were you thinking? Mouthing off you your teacher like that?" And then she started saying stuff. I wouldn't know what is was, because I was too busy making sure that Emele didn't drop the bomb.
"She also flipped her the bird!" Emele chirped in that chipper British accent of hers. Too late. Thank you for that fascinating comment Emele. Now, would you kindly shut it before I take that cutesy little accent, and shove it up your pasty, white a-
"...." Christina just gave me 'the look'. And with 'the look', I swear, Hell froze over, the hole in the ozone layer doubled in size, and all the hair on my head burned off.
"You flipped her off?" she said in a deadly voice. I blinked at her.
"Well, it sounds so vulgar when you say it." And then, Christina made this screechy noise, and stomped off towards her room. I then looked at, or where Emele should've been.
Oh, sorry I left. My mum wanted me home earlier than expected. Something about Morgs, and a bad case of diaper rash. Anyways! As always, impeccable performance, my good woman. I couldn't have done it better myself! 'It sounds so vulgar when you say it.' I'm laughing as you're reading this. Just FYI, we have a test in AP S&P on Thursday. Don't forget!
Your's Truly,
Emele E. Baxter.
Your's Truly,
Emele E. Baxter.
Aww crap. I totally forgot about the Spells & Potions test! I should go study... This is the life thus far, of Adele Rae, teenage witch! *Cue Dramatic Music* (Dramatic Music dwindles) ....I forgot to tell you about that, didn't I? Oh darn...
