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I'm back with Part 2 of Comet Comes to Earth!
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Chapter 2
Comet Comes to Earth part 2
"Marcia Diaz to the principal's office. Marcia Diaz to the principal's office."
Marcia's head snapped up. She looked around to see if any of her classmates were looking at her. Everyone's heads were down, staring at the papers in front of them. Marcia took a deep breath. "Uh oh, it looks like they've caught me," she said loud enough to make the heads of her classmates turn. She stood up, stumbling as her leg caught on the other side of the chair. She took a few moments to stabilize herself. "Looks like I'm about to get into some serious trouble." Her voice broke slightly as she awkwardly blurt out the sentence. Everyone stared blankly at her. She shuffled over to Mr. Skullnick's desk. "Do I need a hall pass?" she asked him.
Mr. Skullnick looked up from the newspaper he had been reading. He sent the girl a nasty glare. "Just get out," he spat.
"Right, yeah, okay," Marcia nodded. "I'm just going to leave now." She shuffled quickly towards the door. She turned to look back at the class. "See some of you dudes in detention," she said. Her fingers snapped into finger guns as she left the classroom.
Marcia groaned as she walked down the empty hallway. She rubbed her face with her hands. "God, that was awful," she told herself. "Why did I say that? 'See some of you dudes in detention'? I might as well just…" she paused. "Actually, that's the worst thing that I could have said."
Marcia walked into the main office. She awkwardly wandered up to the front desk. A man sat behind the desk, staring down at his computer screen. She could hear the tapping of keys. The receptionist muttered in frustration under his breath.
"Hello?" she asked, her fingers resting on the desk.
The receptionist looked up from the computer for a second. He looked at her for a moment, then looked back at the computer screen. There was a loud tapping of a key and he looked up at her again. "Are you the one Principal Skeeves has been calling?"
Marcia nodded. "Yeah."
"She's back there," the receptionist said, pointing his thumb back to the frosted glass, wood framed door. "I dunno what she wants from you so don't bother asking me."
Marcia frowned. "Okay." She walked towards the door to Principal Skeeves' office. She could hear voices from inside. A man's voice, a British accented one, first then followed by Principal Skeeve's. She stood, confused, outside of the door. She couldn't hear the man's and Principal Skeeves' muffled conversation but wondered why a British man would be in Principal Skeeves' office and why Principal Skeeves would want her there at the same time.
"Are you going to knock?" the receptionist asked, staring at her from his desk.
"Yes, I was!" Marcia insisted. She turned to the frosted glass and knocked on it. She took the metal door knob and twisted it, sending a small glare at the receptionist, who just rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer. Marcia poked her head into Principal Skeeves' office.
Marcia's eyes widened as everyone in the room looked over at her. Principal Skeeves sat behind her desk, a thin smile stretched onto her face. But Marcia didn't focus on Principal Skeeves for long. Three other people stood in the room.
There was a man standing in front of Principal Skeeves' desk. He had light blue hair, ice blue eyes, and diamond shapes in a pink purple color on his cheeks. He wore an outfit a king would wear in blue and grey. The outfit even had epaulettes. And he wore a golden crown on the top of his head.
There was a short woman at the back of the room. She was blonde and her eyes were also blue, but they seemed warmer. She wore a blue ball gown with a vest over a ruffled top and a large skirt that fell against the floor. Her sleeves were yellow and flared out and she wore blue gloves that went past her elbow. She wore a tiara on her head.
Marcia's eyes fell on a boy by the window. His eyes— which were the perfect mix of blue from his parents' eyes— were fixated on her. His hair was messy and the same blonde of his mother's, although a little more golden. He had pink lightning bolts on his cheeks. He wore a green shirt with a cartoon ghost printed in the middle, blue jeans, and bright red shoes with monster faces and horns on them. He held a weird object that looked like it had wings on it in his hand. He sent a small smile towards her. Marcia awkwardly blinked at him.
"Marcia, please come in," Principal Skeeves said.
Marcia walked into the office, closing the door behind her. The three strangers still stared at her. She kept her eyes on Principal Skeeves. "You needed to see me?" she asked.
"Yes," Principal Skeeves said. "Please, sit down." She gestured to one of the chairs in front of her desk. Marcia went and sat in one of the chairs, nervously shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. She opened her mouth to say something, but Principal Skeeves quickly began talking. "This is Marcia Diaz," she said. "The school's safe kid."
"What?" Marcia exclaimed. She almost jumped out of her seat. She heard a quiet, breathy laugh come from the teenage boy by the window. "I am not the safe kid," Marcia said. Principal Skeeves raised an eyebrow. "I'm not!" she insisted. "I'm a miss understood bad girl." Marcia slumped down in her seat, crossing her arms against her chest for emphasis. "A rebel."
"A rebel?" Principal Skeeves repeated.
Marcia nodded.
"Sure," Principal Skeeves said. Marcia frowned at her unconvinced tone. Principal Skeeves turned to her computer. There were a few clicks and the movement of the mouse. "Marcia currently has all 'A's—which is the best grade you can get — and she's never been in trouble either. She's never been late to class and has only missed days due to being sick. She's one of the best students in the school, and will definitely not get into any trouble."
The man and woman exchanged approving looks. Marcia watched them, her eyebrows furrowing. The man turned back to Principal Skeeves and said, "That's good. We can't risk Comet getting into any trouble."
A loud gasp filled the room. Marcia's head snapped towards the teenage boy—who she assumed was Comet—who now stared out of the window. "Mom! Dad!" he shouted. "There's a weird, misshapen carriage out there! And it's not being pulled by a manticorn or anything. It's going on its own!"
The short woman joined her son by the window. "I believe that is called a car."
"What's a car?" he asked.
Marcia couldn't believe what the conversation she was hearing. She turned to Principal Skeeves. "Principal Skeeves, what is going on?" she asked, alarm and confusion filling her voice. "Why did you call me in here?"
"Right," Principal Skeeves said. She cleared her throat. "This," she gestured towards the boy, "is our newest exchange student—Comet Dragonfly."
There was a moment of silence, waiting for Comet to notice them talking about him. He continued to stare out of the window. The tall, blue haired man, cleared his throat, trying to catch his son's attention. It didn't work. Comet's attention stayed trained on the cars on the street outside of the school. "Comet," the man said.
Comet finally turned around. "What?" he asked. There was another moment of silence. Marcia wasn't sure what to say or what to think. "Oh, you guys were talking about me," he said. "I'm paying attention now." He smiled.
Marcia wasn't sure if Principal Skeeves or the blue-haired man sighed louder. "Marcia," Principal Skeeves said. "This is Comet Dragonfly." She gestured to the boy, who smiled at Marcia. "Comet," she continued, "this is Marcia Diaz. She'll be your guide."
Marcia understood why she was called into the office. She wasn't sure if she was happy about it.
Comet continued to smile at her. "Hi," he said.
Marcia stared back, her lips pressing into one of the most awkward smiles she could muster. "Hi."
"And these are Comet's parents," Principal Skeeves continued, nodding towards the two other adults. "King and Queen Dragonfly."
Marcia looked back at them. King Dragonfly suck his hand out towards Marcia in the most formal manner possible. Marcia awkwardly shook it. She looked in between Principal Skeeves and King and Queen Dragonfly. "King and Queen?" she asked. They all nodded—Principal Skeeves somewhat awkwardly. Her eyes darted between the three strangers. "Where are you guys from?"
Principal Skeeves started, "It's a long—"
"We're from Mewni," King Dragonfly said.
Marcia regretted coming to Principal Skeeves' office. The longer she spent sitting in the office, the more awkward and confusing things became. She wanted to go back to class. Sure, she hated Mr. Skullnick and math, but it was better than being in the awkward situation she found herself in.
"Where's Mewni?" she asked. "Is it some kind of small European country?"
Principal Skeeves sat there awkwardly. "Not exactly."
"Mewni is another dimension," King Dragonfly explained.
Marcia wasn't sure what to say to King Dragonfly's explanation. She stuttered out a confused, "Other dimensions aren't real."
Comet let out a loud 'phftt' from his spot by the window. She looked over and frowned at him slightly. He smiled at her when they made eye contact.
"Of course other dimensions are real!" Queen Dragonfly exclaimed. Marcia turned to look at her. "You silly humans just don't have a way to travel to other dimensions yet."
Marcia tugged on her ponytail, pulling it tighter against her head. "None of this makes any sense," she said.
"Welcome to my world, kid," Principal Skeeves muttered from her desk, sounding tired. "After all of this is over I'm going home and opening a bottle of wine, maybe watch a few romantic comedies. Try to get over this mind fu—" the rest of the word became muddled.
"We have much more business to discuss about Comet's enrollment in this school, Principal Skeeves," King Dragonfly said. "Perhaps we send the kids on their way and we can talk."
"Right," Principal Skeeves said, rubbing one of her eyes under her glasses. "Marcia," she said. Marcia looked over at her. "I need you to show Comet around the school. Keep him out of trouble. Once the tour is over, you can go home."
"Okay," Marcia stood up. She and Comet looked at each other for a moment. She realized that she had been put in charge of him. She silently hated being put in charge of him. Just because she didn't usually cause trouble, didn't mean that she should be stuck with people to keep them out of it. He made his way across the room. They stood together awkwardly in silence. "Let's go then," Marcia said.
"Alright." Comet smiled at her.
"Comet," King Dragonfly said. The two teens looked over at him. "We left you a mirror. We'll call you later tonight."
"Okay." He sounded dismissive. Marcia edged towards the door. "Bye mom. Bye dad." His parents chorused a goodbye.
It didn't take Marcia long to notice how easily distracted Comet got. They had only been out of the main office for five minutes before Comet noticed a water fountain and stayed behind to inspect it. "Marcia?" he asked. Marcia went slightly rigid. She hadn't expected him to remember her name.
She stood by him as he bent over the water fountain, toying with the button. "Yeah?" she said. She watched as he pressed the button down with his thumb and the water shot out of the faucet. He almost fell backward. He pulled out the strange object that he had been holding and stuck it out towards the water fountain.
"What is that thing?" he demanded.
"It's a water fountain," Marcia said. She stared at him in confusion. She wondered how different this 'other dimension' he was supposedly from could possibly be. "See, you press the button," she pressed the button, letting the water spout out from the faucet. Comet's eyes went wide. "And water comes out and you drink the water."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because some people don't bring water bottles to school and need to drink water throughout the day." He blinked at her awkwardly. "What are you holding?" she asked him, pointing at the weird object in his hand. It was blue, had a star on it and had wings and a crown.
"It's my wand," he told her. She gaped at him. "You know, magic."
Marcia wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't sure if she believed in magic. Well, magic wand magic. She kept feeling more awkward by the moment. She had just witnessed Comet threaten a water fountain with his 'magic wand.' "Let's just go on with the tour," she said,
"Okay."
They walked around the school together. She had to keep an eye on him always. He seemed to keep wandering the other way or poking things that he shouldn't. He pressed his face against the windows in doors and peered into classrooms. He pulled on the doors of lockers and enjoyed twisting the locks so much that Marcia was afraid that she would have to physically pull him away. He was a complete handful, and towards the end of the tour, Marcia was exhausted.
Marcia stopped Comet before they ventured down one of the hallways. The hallway was darkly lit with odd flickering lights. "Be careful going down this hallway," she warned him. "It's kind of dangerous down there. One time, a kid slipped on a puddle of water and twisted his ankle. I've been nervous to go down there ever since."
"He just twisted his ankle?" Comet asked.
"Yes," she said, nodding.
"That's not that bad."
"Yes it is," she insisted. "Come on," she said, "Let's just get this over with."
They began down the hallway. Marcia kept her eye on Comet, continuing to watch him like a hawk. She watched as he looked from one thing to another to another to another with no hesitation just like had been doing throughout the whole tour.
"Hold on!" she exclaimed, keeping him back a bit. "There's a loose tile there!" She pointed down at a cracked and out of place floor tile. "Just be careful and go around it," she said. Her warning didn't stop him from almost stepping on it. Marcia pulled him around the tile. And then she had to run to shut an open locker before Comet walked right into it.
She rolled her eyes and continued like normal. She kept walking until she heard a small splash—that's what made her freeze. She looked down at her foot. She saw a puddle of grey water circling around it. "Another puddle?" she asked. "Come on! Aren't there supposed to be janitors here?" She felt lucky that she hadn't slipped on it.
What she hadn't expected was Comet suddenly stumbling, and crashing into her back. He had been focused on the scene inside of the classroom. Pictures had been moving against a wall and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. He wasn't sure how something like that could exist if Earth didn't have magic. He only turned in time to see Marcia trip forward. Comet quickly held his wand out. He shot a pile of pillows down onto the ground. He smiled as the pillows did their intended job, they caught her and kept her from injuring herself. Comet ran over to help her up.
Marcia stood and straightened out her ponytail and her hoodie. "What was that?" she asked, pointing at the pillows.
"They're pillows," Comet told her. "You know, so you wouldn't hurt yourself when you fell. And you didn't hurt yourself. So mission accomplished." He grinned at her.
Marcia felt herself smiling. "Thanks," she said. She had to admit, it was nice of him. "Come on. The tour is almost over."
They walked out onto the main courtyard again. "I see why they call you the safe kid," Comet said as he followed behind her.
Marcia groaned. "I am not the safe kid!" she argued, flailing her arms. She frowned and shoved her hands into her hoodie pockets. "You bring a non-slip shower mat into the gym showers one time and you're labeled forever."
Comet couldn't help but laugh at her awkwardness. Her exasperated and tired tone screamed that she was sick of the topic. He felt himself smiling at the back of her head, but he wasn't entirely sure why. He tried to keep up with her aggressive walking across the courtyard. He could hear her ranting.
"No one takes the time to see that I actually like taking risks!" Marcia exclaimed. "I just don't have the chance to." She turned her head back to look at him. Their eyes locked. "You know?" she asked. He just stared at her, his cheeks oddly warming.
She looked away from him. "I would welcome a little danger in my life sometimes!" she exclaimed. "But nothing ever happens in Echo Creek."
Comet noticed how upset she looked about it. It wasn't the sad upset, but the frustrated upset and the tired upset. She wanted the chance to prove herself. It wasn't why Comet went out looking for trouble himself, but he still could vaguely relate. He spotted a butterfly floating through the air past him. He smirked, an idea came to his mind.
He held up his wand and shot a spell at it. The butterfly screamed—as much as a butterfly could scream. It twitched in the air. It looked like its body had snapped. It grew and transformed into a giant flying monster. He watched Marcia freeze, her eyes widen, and her feet slowly walk backwards. It soared towards her and roared in her face. Marcia screamed and covered her face with her arms. When it was far enough away, she slowly lowered her arms. They watched as the monster flew around the courtyard for a couple seconds before spotting a student—who seemed to be leaving class early—and picked her up and carried her away.
Marcia turned towards Comet. Her mouth was stuck open, her eyes wide and pupils small. "What was that?" she demanded, her voice shaking. She pointed to where it had been.
"It was a dangerous monster," he said. "You said you wanted a little danger in your life. So boom! Danger!" he gestured to the monster that was growing smaller and smaller in the distance.
Marcia couldn't be sure if Comet was a real person or not. How had things gotten that bad? Five minutes ago he was saving her from hurting herself with a pile of magical pillows. But then he set a monster on her. "Who are you?" she asked.
Comet smiled. "I'm a magical prince from another dimension." He carelessly aimed his wand upward. Fireworks shot out of his wand and exploded right above his head. Marcia stared at him. He continued smiling.
Comet was so much to handle. Marcia wanted to leave. He was weird and loud and spontaneous. Marcia wasn't sure what to think about him. But she knew that Principal Skeeves made her in charge of him—she said that Marcia would keep him out of trouble. She didn't want to be in charge of him. She was seen as responsible, so she had been tied to him. Really, she just wanted to live without the trouble. She had known him for such a short amount of time, but he was too much of a handful for her.
"The tour is over now," Marcia told him. "So I'm going home." She stepped away cautiously. "Bye." She turned and quickly walked away.
She could hear him calling to her. "Bye Marcia! See you tomorrow!" She wanted to correct him. Monday. Two days away. But she didn't. She pulled her hood over her head and ran towards Mr. Skullnick's room—an activity she never thought she would do.
"You'll be staying with Andrew and Rosita Diaz," Principal Skeeves told Comet. "Here is your bus number and the address. Get off at the third bus stop." She handed him a small piece of paper with writing on both sides. "The third bus stop is the third time the bus stops and opens its doors, okay?"
Comet glanced awkwardly from side to side. He twirled the small paper in his fingers. "I… figured," he said. "What about my stuff?"
"You parents have already dropped it off at the house," she told him. "Now, the buses are in the parking lot. Don't miss yours."
"Yeah, right!" Comet nodded his head and smiled. He left the office and headed towards the parking lot Marcia had shown him earlier.
Marcia walked into Mr. Skullnick's classroom. The old man sat behind his desk. He looked up from his wrinkled newspaper and glared at her. "I'm just here to get my stuff," Marcia told him. She headed towards her desk.
"Finish the packet," Mr. Skullnick said.
Marcia stood up from trying to grab her backpack. "What?"
"Finish the damn packet," he repeated.
"But I have to go," she said. "I take the bus. Can I do it for homework and turn it in on Monday?"
"No," Mr. Skullnick said. "I made other stay behind and finish it, so sit and finish it or I'll give it a zero." Marcia's mouth slacked open at his words. "No arguing. Finish or zero."
Marcia sighed and sat down at her desk. She had a whole page of problems left to do. All she wanted to do was go home.
Comet stared at the buses in awe. They were these large yellow carriages—cars, he had been told—and kids were climbing onto every one of them. Comet wasn't sure how anyone could tell them apart.
He searched through the rows of buses, trying to find the one with the numbers that matched the ones on his piece of paper. He could have sworn that he looked at every bus, but he couldn't find the match. The numbers weren't in any order so it was impossible to sort through the identical buses.
He stepped backwards, trying to get a better view at the buses, hoping it would help. He accidently bumped into someone. He felt himself hoping that it was Marcia. She would be able to help him. But he turned, and it wasn't her. A black haired boy with a beanie glared at him. "Sorry," Comet said bluntly. The boy rolled his eyes and began to walk on. The boy looked like he knew where he was going. Comet had an idea. "Hey!" he shouted after him, running to catch up.
The boy stopped and turned. "What?" he asked. He didn't sound like he wanted to talk.
"Do you know where this bus is?" Comet asked. He showed the boy the bus number on his small piece of paper.
"Yeah. That's my bus," the boy said. "Follow me… I guess." They began to walk down and through the rows of buses. "Are you new here or something?" the boy asked.
"Yeah!" Comet said. "I'm a…" he couldn't remember what they had called him. "I'm coming to learn here, but I don't live here. I forgot what Principal Skeeves said."
"A foreign exchange student?"
"Yeah! That was it!"
The boy looked at Comet with narrowed eyes. "You don't look foreign."
"Well, neither do you," Comet said.
They stopped in front of one of the yellow buses. "Is this it?"
"Yep," the boy said. Comet watched him climb onto the bus. There seemed to be a small staircase inside the bus. And when Comet climbed onto the bus himself, he realized that there was one. He wondered if all cars had a small staircase.
He had a small conversation with the driver of the bus. Something about where the bus was parked and what time the bus arrived and left or whatever. Comet didn't exactly pay attention. As soon as the bus driver had stopped talking, he turned to face the rest of the bus and hoped it was more entertaining.
It wasn't. He looked at lines of boring grey seats filled with students. They were all loudly talking to each other and making jokes. Some kids had headphones on and were staring out the windows blankly. The boy from earlier sat in the farthest seat in the back. He was reading a large black book. Comet found an empty seat and sat by the window.
Eventually, the bus started moving. Comet watched the school roll away. He was stunned at how clean and nice the buildings and streets were compared to the ones on Mewni. He couldn't peel his eyes away. He saw stores and restaurants. He even saw giant buildings that had tiny houses in them. He hadn't been sure if Earth would be so different from Mewni, but he realized that it was a completely different world.
The bus driver and some kids had to remind Comet that they had reached his stop. He hadn't been paying attention. He walked off the bus. He watched the doors swing closed and waved as the bus drove off.
He walked down the street, waiting for the numbers on the mailboxes to match the numbers on his piece of paper. He noticed how the houses on Earth weren't made of cracked and misplaced stone and the roofs weren't straw like the houses on Mewni were.
He stopped at a pretty house with odd spiky plants in the front lawn and a stone path leading up to the front door. The numbers on the mailbox matched the address Principal Skeeves gave him. He was ninety-five percent sure that he had found the right house.
Comet walked up to the front door. He spotted an odd rectangle on the wall. He touched it lightly, and then – realizing that it was a button—pressed it. He heard ringing from inside the house. It was a doorbell. It looked different from the other doorbells he had seen on Mewni, but he smiled at the familiarity of something.
The front door swung open and Comet was faced with a tall man with dark red curls and green eyes. "You must be Comet," he said, holding out his hand.
Comet shook it. "I am. And you're Mr…" he tried to remember the name that principal Skeeves gave him.
"Andrew Diaz," he said. "And yes, I did take my wife's last name." He laughed. Comet laughed along awkwardly. He wasn't sure what he meant. "Please, come in." Mr. Diaz moved aside and Comet walked into the house.
Marcia had to walk home. After she had finished her math packet, she had run to the buses in hope that she might have caught them at the very last moment, but they weren't there. And her parents hadn't answered her phone calls. So Marcia had to make the twenty minute trek back to her house.
She felt relieved as she turned onto the stone path up to her house. She reached for the door knob and stopped. Voices were chattering inside. She figured that her parents had a guest over. They liked having people over.
Marcia opened the door, stepped inside her house, and froze. Comet Dragonfly sat on her living room couch between her parents.
"Marci, sweetheart, come meet Comet," her dad said. Marcia looked over at Comet, who was grinning at her. "He's a foreign exchange student. He's going to be staying with us for a while."
Marcia didn't want him to stay with them. Her realization from earlier sunk in again. She had been put in charge of him. And she didn't want that. She wanted to live and a magical prince that she had to watch and keep out of trouble would mess that up. She just gaped at him wondering how this ended up happening to her.
Comet stepped one foot onto their coffee table and hopped over it. The coffee table tumbled over onto its side. Comet turned and set it up right again. Then he turned back and walked over to her. "These are your parents?" he asked, pointing a thumb back at them.
"Yeah," she said. "They have the same last name I do."
"Oh," he said. "I just thought everyone on Earth had the last name 'Diaz'."
"They don't."
Comet stared at her for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. "You seem upset," he said.
Marcia scoffed, shoving her hands into her hoodie pockets. "I'm just a little surprised, that's it."
He raised an eyebrow. She forced a stern look. "Do you like puppies?" he asked.
"Puppies?" Marcia asked.
Comet gasped. "Do you not have puppies here?"
"No, we do. I just—" she paused, "why puppies?"
"Because they're puppies," he said. "Do you like puppies?"
"Yeah, I mean, everyone like puppies."
"Great," Comet said. "I'm gonna cheer you up!"
"But I'm not upset."
That didn't stop Comet. He held his wand and a beam of magic came pouring out. And after a moment, there was a pile of puppies in the living room. "Ta da!" Comet exclaimed, waving his hands around.
Marcia stared at the puppies. They had brown fur, big green eyes, and the cutest faces that Marcia had ever seen on an animal. But the thought of Comet having the ability to create life with his wand whenever he wanted scratched at the back of her head nervously.
Everything was fine until the puppies began to shoot lasers out of their eyes. Everyone momentarily freaked out. Comet froze, uncertain about what to do. Marcia's parents crouched and tried to dodge all of lasers. Marcia backed up against the front door. The lasers put holes in just about everything in the living room. The couch, the lamp, a family picture. And then a laser burned through the door not even an inch away from Marcia's face. She shrieked and curled down into a ball, hoping for a smaller chance of being hit.
Eventually, the sounds of lasers stopped. Everyone stood awkwardly in the living room. "Well," Marcia's mom said as she picked up one of the small dogs and held it in her hands, "at least they're adorable." She grinned down at the puppy. A laser shot right into her eye. She hissed and dropped the dog, who just rolled around on the floor. "My eye!" She clamped her hands over her eye, tears of pain forming in the other.
Marcia's dad laughed nervously. "Go show Comet his new room, Marci, while I get your mother some ice and drive her to the ER," her dad said. He took note of his daughter's worried looked. "I'm sure that she'll be fine."
Marcia nodded. "Okay, let's go," she said absentmindedly. She watched her mom sit down on the couch, still clutching her eye. Her dad rushed into the kitchen. Marcia bent down to grab the wooden chest she assumed was Comet's things.
Comet's hand blocked hers from reaching it. "I'll take it."
"What?"
"It's my stuff, so I'll take it," he insisted. "And my laser puppies just put a hole in almost everything in this room, so I guess I owe it to you."
They climbed up the stairs slowly. Comet lugged the chest behind him. It was clearly very heavy, so they stopped on each stair as Comet pulled the chest up and onto the next stair.
"Why did your dad call you 'Marci'?" Comet asked. "I thought your name was Marcia. Did I hear wrong or something?"
"It's just my nickname," she told him.
"Oh, okay."
"Is that chest really that heavy?" she asked.
Comet nodded as he pulled it onto the step with him. "Yeah. It's a special chest that has more room on the inside than the outside. It's holding a bunch more chests on the inside so it's like pulling ten instead of one."
"I didn't think that things could be bigger on the inside," she said.
"Things on Mewni are different."
They climbed the rest of the stairs in awkward silence.
Marcia opened the first door in the hallway. The room was used either as a guest room or the exchange student room when they had one staying with them. Marcia had seen the room decorated in so many different ways. There had been different flags on the walls and different pictures of different families on the nightstand. There had been loud people and quiet people and people that barely came out of the room at all. It was weird to see Comet drag his trunk into the room. "So, this is it. This is your new room," Marcia told him.
Comet nodded and looked around the small room. "Nice. Boring, but okay." Marcia silently agreed. "I can work with this."
Marcia stopped at his words. "What?"
He held out his wand. "Super mega bomb expand!" he shouted. The room transformed around them, growing longer and higher, and higher, and higher. It became a tower. She wondered what the damage was outside.
There were three, maybe four floors. There was a large bed in the room and a large mirror on the wall. It also seemed like a mess had already come with the room. Clothes and other random items like swords laid all over the ground. She could vaguely see a fish tank and another set of stairs on the second floor.
Comet grinned and nodded. "Perfect," he said. He sat down on his bed, kicking off his shoes and taking off his hat. His hair was a mess of golden, strands sticking up everywhere.
Marcia smiled, looking around the room. She didn't think that he could possibly mess the room up. "This is really nice," she told him.
Comet ran a hand through his hair, messing up his bangs and making his hair stand up more. "I know, right?" he gave her a lazy smile.
Her smile immediately became larger. She didn't want to know why. "I wish I had a room like this," she said. She turned to the mirror. It seemed way too decorative and important to just be a mirror.
She felt hands on her shoulders and she stopped. She let herself be turned around by the hands. She saw that she stood face to face with Comet. His eyes were strangely wide and sparkling. "You do?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
Comet grabbed her hand and pulled her out of his room. He went for the first door he saw, which was the door to Marcia's room. "Oh yeah, first try!"
"What are you going to do?" Marcia asked. She saw him hold out his wand. She usually tried to think things through instead of listening to her gut instinct. But she couldn't ignore how her gut instinct was screaming about something backfiring. She desperately tried to grab his arm.
"Mystic room suck transform!" he shouted. Marcia watched in horror as a black hole appeared in the middle of her room and sucked up everything in the general area. She stood, so scared, shocked, and petrified that she didn't realize her feet were off the ground until she was soaring towards the black hole. When she saw it getting closer, she screamed and tried to pull her legs up to her chest.
Comet grabbed her hoodie before she was out of reach. He hung onto the door frame as he desperately pulled her towards him. Marcia, feeling Comet grab her hoodie, wrapped her hands around his arm above her head, trying to hang on for as long as possible.
In a whirl of panic and fear, they struggled but Comet managed to pull Marcia up next to him. He made her wrap her arms around his neck and hang on for her life. He pulled on the door desperately, his sweaty hands slipping around the door knob. "Do something already!" Marcia shouted in his ear.
"I'm trying!" he shouted back. He took a deep breath and focused instead of panicking about the black hole. He carefully moved his feet onto the wall next to the door one after the other. He crouched down towards the wall. He jumped as hard as he could. They flew sideways and the door slammed shut. Comet and Marcia fell onto the floor, heaving as their heartrates slowed.
Marcia pushed her hair out of her face. She couldn't quite believe what she had seen. She had seen all of her things disappear into… maybe space, maybe the void, she didn't know. She wasn't sure if she was feeling nothing or if she was just so mad and upset that it felt like the new normal. She stood up and stared down at the boy. "'Suck'?" she grumbled. "Why was the word 'suck' in that spell?"
"I don't know!" Comet exclaimed. "I just make them up off the top of my head!"
Marcia groaned, dragging her hands down her face. She sunk to the floor. "My room," she moaned.
Comet scooted over to her, sitting in front of her. "I'm so sorry, Marcia." He put his hand on her shoulder. She moved her shoulder away. "But wait, look at this," he said. He used his wand to make a smiling sun appear above her head.
Marcia looked up at it. She didn't smile like he thought she would. Then there was a crack. The sun turned into a raincloud and it started pouring. Marcia frowned. She didn't want to deal with it anymore. She didn't want to deal with him and his magic. And she didn't ever want to be around him if this is what was going to happen.
She stood up and began walking down the hallway, the cloud still raining on her. "I am so sick of this," she mumbled into her hands.
"What?" Comet asked. She ignored his slightly hurt tone. "You're sick of what?"
Marcia turned. She didn't want him there. She didn't want to be responsible for him. Just because she didn't get in trouble and was a good kid, didn't mean that she should be stuck with such a handful. And all the bad things piled up and he ruined everything and she didn't want to be anywhere near him. "I am sick of you!" she roared. Comet flinched. The small, quiet, sensible voice in her head wondered how she could be so harsh.
"You always do something I think is cool and then five minutes later you mess it up! You magic-ked up a pile of pillows to protect me from hurting myself when I tripped and that was really cool! But five freaking minutes later you transform a butterfly into a monster and set it on me! And then you make these puppies and they're adorable, but they have laser eyes and they start destroying everything in the living room! Hell, one even got my mom in the eye! My parents went to the ER! That can cause so much many injuries! And then you make this incredible room for yourself and end up completely destroying mine! I had so many important things in there! All my Girl Scout badges and vests and sashes and school awards. I had a huge and very valuable collection of Disney pins in there! I've been collecting those for years and they're all gone! I didn't ask for you to be here! But since I'm the 'safe kid' I get stuck with you! Because you cause trouble and I have to watch you like a damn baby sitter!" she stopped, catching her breath.
Comet wasn't sure what to say. "I'm so sorry, Marcia."
"I cannot take this!" she yelled. "You can move in all you want, but I'm moving out!"
She stormed down the hallway. As she reached the window, her ankle rolled and she slipped on a puddle of rain water. She fell out of the open second floor window. Everything stopped for a second.
Comet ran towards the window, sticking his head out and looking down at her limp body. He reached his arm out limply, his heart growing heavy in his chest. He wasn't able to help her.
Marcia's brain focused. She felt hurt—hurt on her body. She felt thorns and spikes. She had fallen out of the window—and she was fine… mostly.
"Holy shit, Marcia! Are you okay?!"
Marcia didn't want to listen to him. She stood up, noticed the cactus spines all in her arms and legs and face, and walked off. She could hear Comet yelling after her. "Come back! You're hurt!"
She stood on her front lawn. She turned to face him. He was leaning out of the window she fell from. "Leave me alone!" she screamed. Marcia ignored the tower jutting out of the side of her house walked down the street, limping on her leg. She didn't know where she was going.
Okay, so now that you've read it, I have to admit, I was kind of nervous about putting this chapter up. I don't know why. I know it's good, so I don't know why I have been freaking out about it. So please, tell me what you thought about it.
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