Monster High does not belong to me. This version, however, does. If it did belong to me, I wouldn't be writing this right now.
"Ah-ah-ah-choo!" I sniffled and blew my nose, tossing the napkin into the trash. "Shut up, Deuce."
Deuce Gorgon was practically my brother, but he was really my cousin. Mrs. Gorgon was my aunt from my mom's side. In fact, I'd rather trade him for my real older brother, Arthur. Deuce was treated like he was my real brother, too. Sometimes, he'd spend weeks at my house. When we were younger, my mom made us wear these ridiculous shirts. My shirt said, "Brother for Sale," and his said, "Sister for Free." We were closer than two peas in a pod. We were even going to the same school for tenth grade.
"What? I didn't even say anything." Deuce replied, putting his fake hurt look on.
"No, but you were going to." I snapped. Then, I got out of bed and closed the curtains. "Light not good."
He laughed. "This fever has you going delusional." He put his hand on my forehead as soon as I lay back down. "It's clearing up."
"It better; I'm going to that orientation today no matter what!" I sat up and clenched my fists.
"That's what I call school spirit." My mom appeared at the door. "Now, hurry up or I'll leave you."
"I'd like to see you try, C.C.!" Auntie May shouted from downstairs. May was my nickname for Medusa AKA Deuce's mom.
"I'll deal with you later." My mom shouted back. Then, she turned to me. "Hon, please hurry. Five minutes."
"See you downstairs." Deuce waved and headed downstairs.
"Later." I replied. I got out of bed and ran to my closet. I sighed. Picking an outfit was hard work. Should I wear the white blouse with the red plaid skirt or the yellow skirt with the black belt and white v-neck shirt? I ran through my walk in closet. Then, it hit me. I should choose by the art of elimination. I picked ten random outfits. Then, I determined which one was too hot for the summer heat and which ones were for going out and school. I had four outfits left.
"Eenie-Meanie-Minie-Mo. Catch a tiger by his toe. If he hollers let him go. Eenie-Meanie-Minie-Mo." I picked up the winning outfit: A white halterneck with a yellow cardigan, a black rah-rah skirt with a yellow belt, white leggings, and black, calf-high, leather boots with stiletto heels. I looked a little too Goth for it, but it still looked good. I opened my drawer and took out my shiny, black comb and combed my straight, shoulder length hair. I took out my flat iron and curved the ends of my hair. Then, I tied it in a side pony and put a yellow poppy in my hair to match not only my clothes, but the yellow streak in my hair, too. I ran downstairs and sneezed.
"Mom, let's go." I called to my mom, unaware that she was already in the car. "Okay then. Artie, we'll be back in a few!" I called to my brother who was upstairs.
"Bye Si!" He called back.
I grabbed a slice of bacon and ran into the car. My mom's eco-friendly car, that needed to be charged instead of using gasoline, was hot. "It just needs to cool, Hon." She would explain.
"Let's go to school." I told her and put on my yellow-rimmed glasses.
