A\N: To nn, sorry, I'm keeping them as oneshots. It's looks better to have a million oneshots up than one story.
MURTAGH
I.
Hate.
Alyssa.
I crawl out of bed, trying to ignore the fact that my brain is screaming from her torture, and go flying as I trip over her.
She doesn't wake up.
I look at her. She's unconcious on my floor, and for one second I imagine my hands around her throat.
I see how cute she is and I am not affected.
I get up. Mom'll have a cow if I kill her.
I think I've never managed to get so many subjects so wrong. It's stunning. And I feel like I've been hit over the head with a mallet.
Alyssa looks up at me.
"Sing one word," I warn her, "And you are a dead girl."
She considers silently, then says, "I'm wearing wings." She holds up her arms, with Mom's pink shawl on them. "I'm a pink eagle."
I nod. "Uh-hunh."
I turn to my math.
Something warm crawls onto me, dumping cloth on my back. I ignore it. Alyssa crawls down.
"Now you're the pink eagle!" She crows happily.
I tug the shawl off.
Alyssa starts to bawl.
I sigh. Mom's gonna lose it if Alyssa doesn't shut up.
I pick up the shawl, put it on, and go back to my math.
Please, Gods, don't let anyone I know see me.