Chapter 2
In which the real adventure starts
Zoey stepped off the ladder and into the attic. Boxes were stacked high beside trunks, old wardrobes, and clothing racks. The large room was fairly well lit. Mint ran to a clothes rack and produced a fuzzy pink boa, wrapping it around her neck and tossing her hair. Zoey chortled.
The attic door slammed closed and he spun around. Crystal leaned against the wall, examining her nails. "I'm curious... What are two were-creatures like you doing way out here?"
"W-what?"
"Come on. I'm not stupid. You can tell me."
"How do I know that?" Zoey narrowed his eyes.
"Because I'm one of you." Crystal smiled. Black ears unfolded from her head and bat wings sprouted from her back.
"No you're not. You're a hybrid." Mint blurted.
"Shush." Zoey put a hand over Mints mouth.
Crystal's tail flicked. "So?"
Mint shrugged.
Zoey plopped down in an old couch, sending dust flying. He coughed. "We're orphans. Our parents were killed by an assassin and we are out for revenge. What's your story?"
Crystal flinched and pain flashed in her eyes. "I appeared, like you, at Madonas doorstep and she took me in."
"Oh." Mint said. "Does Madona know too?"
"Yes. She know about you two too." Crystal blinked rapidly. "Let's find some clothes, okay?"
Mint came down from the attic wearing an old fashioned dress, and Zoey carried a few pairs of jeans and overalls, some shirts, and more clothes for Mint.
Mint twirled gleefully down the hallway. "You have such neat stuff up there!" She said to Madona.
Madona took her hand and twirled her again. "And I'm sure you look pretty in all of it." She chuckled, then turned to Zoey. "What are you going to do for the rest of the day?"
Zoey paused. "Is there any work we can do?"
Madona laughed. "You don't need to do any work. You're guests in this house."
"Well, there's nothing else to do but sit around, and I like to work."
Mint jumped up and down. "I like to too!"
Madona patted her on the head. "Well then, I have lots for you to do."
Zoey and Mint worked all day, and in the evening played cards with Crystal and Madona, laughing, telling jokes, and snacking on Crystals amazing sweets.
"Come sit in my lap." Madona beckoned to Mint. She groaned and chuckled as Mint sat down. "It might help if you were a little smaller."
Mint purred and turned into a cat, curling up in Madona's lap comfortably.
The old woman winked at Zoey and he smiled.
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I would like to say that the story ends here, that the four live happy lives together in the mansion, but alas, this chapter is titled "where the real adventure starts," and there is no real adventure in card games, jokes, and cookies. And it is my duty to tell the actual events in the life of the two orphans, Mint and Zoey.
Mint and Zoey stayed for another happy month of evenings curled up together around the fire place. Crystal never asked about their past again, and they didn't push to learn about hers. All went well until one fateful day.
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And to make this post a little longer, I will post random facts about me:
If I had a pet hamster, I would name it something like Sebastian, Wolfgang, Thorvald, or Vladimir.
I have strange charries: A talking shovel, an evil, split-personality, eight-year-old villain, a vampire, a zombie, like... ten werewolves, and a deformed monster child. Go figure.
I like words like: lamp, waffles, pajamas, ironic, mutilate, oblivious, impale, domain, balloons, etc.
I like to play video games, and I do it a lot. I like the Gamecube console best. I play a series of farming games called Harvest Moon.
I love 'cheesy cookie-cutter pop star' movies. (Like High School Musical 1, 2, and 3, and Camp Rock 1 and 2) Me and BookBlogger love 'em ta death.
If I could go anywhere I would go to Narnia!!!
Or Europe.
I wish toothpaste was edible.
I can't sleep with socks on.
My room is almost ALWAYS organized.
I read while eating breakfast. And unless we're having waffles, I HAVE to eat cereal for breakfast. No toast. My morning is not complete without a bowl of cereal. Or two bowls.
I have an imaginary pet unicorn. Named Thorvald.
Clowns are freaky.
I can't wiggle my eyebrows, but I can wiggle my ears. It's easier for me to wiggle my left ear.
Aquariums are freaky. And I have a fear of large fish.
All my MC's have red hair. Like, all of them.
I love potatoes. Mashed, crashed, nuked, buttered, I love 'em.
If you know what this is from, then comment:
"You have bewitched me, body and soul and I love.... I love you."
I just find that line hilarious....
