Short Chapter
It had been a day since the girls were brought to Tulsa. In 24 hours: Cori broke 5 things, Chevy cursed 86 times, Blossom had drawn 7 pictures, Heather had 13 cups of coffee, and Genki finished 2 books. And a partridge in a pear tree.
They had gotten jobs (besides Corvie). Chevy would work at the DX once her leg healed, Genki got a job at the library, Heather at music store, and Blossom at an art studio.
"Cori for the last time you are not allowed to cook!" Chevy yelled from the kitchen table.
"But Chevy I'm a great cook!" She countered.
"You burnt a smoothie and melted cookies!" The girls yelled and she shrank in fear.
Now the boys felt bad for Cori; she was always trying her hardest and things went bad. Like when she tried to put a new light bulb in the lamp and it shorted out.
"Okay fine." She pouted and sat next to Soda. "Am I really that bad?"
Heather walked over and put an arm around the girl, "no, honey, it's not your fault the accident left you this way. Don't ever think that."
Now Darry melted at this; he really liked Heather. She was the mother of the group. She was in charge like himself.
"Hither, get me a Pepsi." Chevy rested her leg on annoyed Steve.
"Ooh, I want one." Blossom sat up.
"No."
"But mother hen always cares for he babies." Chevy whined.
"Do you think I enjoy being mother hen to you guys." The girls went quiet. "Alright fine it's like crack to me." She sat down at the table.
Darry sat next to her, "I know exactly how you feel." He put an arm around her and she blushed.
Genki walked in and started talking in Japanese and Cori responded in the same language.
"Wait," Dally put a hand up, " number 1) what are they saying; two) how come Cori can speak it."
"Well lets see," Genki put a finger up, "I was saying there's no more toilet paper in Japanese which for some reason Cori can understand. I don't get how she barely speak her native tongue but can speak fluent in another."
"It's the theory of me," Cori smiled a bid, fake smile.