It seemed like barely any time passed before Sabrina opened her eyes again. The smell of Granny Relda's terrible cooking had wafted up the stairs to her room. Like everything in this house, it was something she had started to get used to. Things out of the blue like when she found an envelope on her bed from Puck saying he loved her just shocked her more because of that.
She was able to get out of bed and get dressed rather quickly, because, of course, she had had a decent amount of sleep. For a single shining moment she thought that the letters might have been a bad dream, but when she turned around to leave her room she saw that a chicken had made a nest on her desk. Sadly, it had not been a dream.
Granny Relda was at the stove. Something was burning in a pot on the stove. Same old, same old. Daphne was sitting at the table, playing with her fork, pretending it was Prince Charming.
"What's for breakfast?" asked Sabrina, also sitting down. Puck was nowhere to be seen. For now, that was a good thing.
"Meat waffles," said Daphne, turning up her nose.
Sabrina realized that her sister's lips looked a lot redder than usual, but she couldn't figure out why. She decided not to ask. Asking Daphne a question was usually something you did when you had a few hours to spare.
"Breakfast is ready, lieblings," said Granny Relda cheerfully, setting down a plate in the middle of the table. They looked like regular waffles, all right, but they were black. If Sabrina didn't know better, she'd say they were really really well done.
"I think I'll pass," said Sabrina. She saw Daphne pick one up with her fork, set it on her plate, and start poking at it relentlessly.
"Daphne!" exclaimed Granny Relda. "Goodness gracious. Eat your food, don't maim it!"
"Sorry," said Daphne, not sounding very sorry.
Sabrina looked at her sister quizzically but didn't say anything.
"Do we have any fruit?" asked Sabrina.
"I think so," said Granny Relda, obviously not getting Sabrina's point.
Sabrina got up and walked to the kitchen. She picked an orange and a plum from the fruit bowl and sat back down at the table.
"You're not going to eat your meat waffles?" asked Granny Relda.
Sabrina knew how to answer this question.
"I will," she said. "After I'm done with my fruit."
Her grandmother seemed satisfied with this answer, as Sabrina knew she would be. It was an answer that worked every time.
"I had the weirdest dream," moaned Puck, as he trudged down the stairs. He plopped into a seat at the table, picked up a meat waffle, and took a big bite.
Sabrina had a feeling she knew what dream he was talking about. She made a quick decision not to tell him that the envelopes were not a dream. It was better that he didn't know the truth.
"What was it about?" asked Daphne.
Sabrina shook her head slightly, hoping her sister would catch the hint to stop talking…now.
"Something about envelopes," said Puck, obviously trying to remember the details. "One about Sabrina…"
She could almost hear the snap of realization in his head. His eyes widened and his fairy wings appeared, lifting him into the air.
"It wasn't a dream!" he shouted, shaking his head like he had water in his ears. "You put a letter in my room that said that you lo—"
"Like plums!" said Sabrina rather loudly. No way was she going to let Daphne know about what had happened. If she found out, all of Fairyport Landing would find out. She waved her plum in the air for emphasize.
"Sabrina, you said you—ARG!"
Sabrina didn't mean to throw her plum at Puck. It just happened. Why couldn't he just stop talking?
He landed on the ground, plum juice running down his face. He did not look happy.
"Oh whatever," he said, slipping back into his chair. "I can't remember anyway."
By the look on his face, Sabrina could tell that he very much remembered.
Since her plum was now inedible, she started her orange. It was sour, like the situation she had found herself in. Someone had set the letters up. Someone was trying to get them together. The thought made her shudder. Who could be that cruel? Wasn't it common knowledge on Fairyport Landing that she and Puck hated each other's guts?
Breakfast was over soon enough. Puck flew off to his room. Daphne headed over to the living room. Granny Relda grabbed a book off the kitchen counter and started leafing through the pages. Everyone was occupied. It was the perfect opportunity.
See that green button right there? You know you want to press it. Why don't you? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of Someone Has A Secret. By the way, this is a mystery, so try to figure it out before I post it! *Dodges flying plum* Hey! That wasn't nice! I'll write the next chapter next, right after I clean up this splattered plum.
Tootles,
dragongirlatheart27
