MELODY: Chapter three peepz.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.
"Loser."
"Baby."
"Loner."
Karma turned away. The insults were regular, but they stung. "Stop," she whispered.
"What, you gonna get your SANDMAN to help you?" A girl in a frilly pink shirt and skin tight jeans laughed.
"Stop it, Samantha," Karma muttered.
"Oh, Baby Karma's telling us to stop it! But I don't think we should. Girls?" Samantha snapped her fingers and two tall girls came on either side of her.
Night was just falling. "You're only jealous because you don't get good dreams. You get nightmares."
Samantha looked taken aback, but corrected herself, "And YOU have nightmares about looking in the mirror!" It was a pretty good retort, but Karma HATED it when they just laughed. The pigs didn't even understand.
"Well at least I have friends instead of people who pretend to like you for your money!" Karma screamed, "Sandy likes me the way I am, and that is ONE thing I'm grateful for."
"And what's another?" Samantha challenged.
"That he's never had the nightmare of looking at you," Karma hissed.
Samantha's face contorted into one of utter rage, "GET HER!"
But the girls didn't move. They were mesmerized by the golden sand lashing all around them.
"RUN!" One screamed.
"DUCK!" Another yelled.
The sand let everyone escape except for Samantha. It wrapped around her like a coil, and Sandy floated down next to Karma. "Sandy!" Karma picked the little man up and hugged him tightly. He made exclamation marks over his head but she didn't notice. "You came," she grinned.
Sandy nodded, then held up a hand. He walked over to Samantha, punching a fist into his sand-gloved hand. She looked frightened to death.
"Don't hurt me..." she whimpered. Karma put a hand on Sandy's shoulder and shook her head. Sandy turned around, and that's when they heard the laugh. Sandy whipped back around and gave Samantha a good punch to the face. She screamed.
"You didn't have to do that," Karma looked down.
Sandy nodded his head enthusiastically, which made Karma grin. Favorites, he thought, everyone's got them.
And she was definitely his favorite.