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Chapter Four – So Not a Manga
"Lynni?" Reneey said slowly. "Are… you okay?"
Lyn blinked and looked at her arm. "… Did you just smack me?"
"Uh… well… yeah?"
"Did you get stronger or something?"
"What?!"
"Well, no offense, but when you smacked me before, I barely felt it and it definitely didn't sting."
"… Fuck off," Reneey grumbled.
"Hey, it's a start!" Lyn said, oblivious to the others who were staring at her. "A sting is technically pain! I mean, it's like the tiniest possible amount of pain, but still! Technically pain!"
Reneey rolled her eyes and pouted.
"… Well, I think that answers whether you're a witch or not," Tyler muttered.
"But her eyes didn't turn black, they turned purple and black!" Pogue corrected.
Lyn blinked. "Wait, what?"
"Your eyes," Pogue explained. "When we use, our eyes just turn black. Yours turned purple and black."
"Hey, are you alright?" Caleb held out his hand to Reid, who growled and smacked it away before getting up by himself. He sighed and looked at Reneey. "Sorry," he muttered before looking away.
Lyn blinked again. "When I use? What the heck are you talking about?"
"Dude… you almost broke Reid's arms!" Tyler exclaimed.
"What the freaking heck are you on? I punched him in the mouth!"
Reneey shook her head. "No, Caleb threw him to the wall… and then you made his arms twist… if I hadn't stopped you, you might have either broken his arms… or twisted them off."
Lyn raised an eyebrow. "… Right… And I'm also the queen of England, right?"
Reid growled as he left the dining room with a slam of the door. The other Sons of Ipswich shook their heads.
"Sorry, honey," Reneey said with a shrug.
"Well, maybe Reneey's a witch, too?" Tyler wondered. "If they both came here… and Lyn's a witch… maybe Reneey is, too!"
"Oh! That reminds me, tell them what you think, Lynni!"
"Besides that I think I'm going totally insane?" Lyn half muttered.
Reneey rolled her eyes. "No, the summoning!"
"Right," Lyn said with a heavy sigh. "Somehow logic seems less logical than it did this morning but whatever. Basically, I had the movie all of y'all are in for quite a while before Reneey came over and we were gonna watch it. I've watched it loads of times but it never did anything like this before, so probably whatever happened was waiting for both of us to be there."
"Okay," Caleb said slowly. "Last night you said something about summoning?"
Lyn shrugged. "Basically this like random cave with all this swirly smoke came onscreen and there were these kind of whisper voices saying stuff that I couldn't understand and then everything went all fuzzy…"
Caleb nodded. "I have some old family books that might have something to say about it… I'll go look at them. Pogue, Ty, why don't you show them around town?"
"Sure," Pogue said with a shrug and a smile.
"We can take my car," Tyler offered.
"After you all eat," Caleb ordered.
"Psh, you didn't even eat!" Reneey snapped.
"Well, I'm older," Caleb muttered as he left.
"So um… can someone dry me off?" Reneey asked.
"Oh, sorry." Pogue's eyes went black and the orange soda dried up and evaporated – along with the stickiness.
"Thankies!"
Lyn glared. "Hey, when is his birthday?"
"October 18th," Tyler answered.
"Oh, yeah, he's older by one freaking month," Lyn said, rolling her eyes. "And still in high school!" she yelled after him, crossing her arms and grumbling.
"Don't care, still older!" Caleb yelled back.
"So…" Reneey picked up her taco. "Is Reid gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, it's just how he usually is, don't worry about it," Pogue said, rolling his eyes and chuckling. "He's a dumbass."
"And Caleb's a smart aleck," Lyn added, leaning against the wall without getting any food. "My cousin's five months older than me and he thought he could tell me what to do too. Until I broke his skateboard in half and chased him with the pieces."
"Will you eat, though? Please?" Reneey said, holding a plate out to Lyn. "For me?"
Lyn shook her head. "There's guacamole in those tacos. I'm allergic to avocados; I can't eat a lot of South American food."
"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't know. I can make some bacon and eggs?" Tyler suggested.
Lyn actually grinned this time. "I don't like pork and straight eggs make me puke. There's a lot I can't eat. Thanks anyway though."
"… Pancakes?"
"I'm fine, seriously. I never eat breakfast anyway."
"Alright," Reneey said, defeated. "So like, where are we going?"
"Well, first… school… but wait, you need identification and other stuff… shit," Tyler groaned. "School starts tomorrow…"
"Hey now, hold your horses!" Lyn objected. "I graduated high school already. With a 3.99 GPA, I might add. I do not need to go to high school."
"… Yeah, but there are no papers or records of you," Pogue pointed out.
"There aren't even any papers saying I exist!" Lyn said exasperatedly. "If somebody can fix that, they can fix papers saying I don't have to go to high school!"
"Oh, does that mean I don't have to go either?!" Reneey asked hopefully.
"I will force you to be homeschooled if I have to," Lyn said firmly, glaring at Reneey. "You will freaking finish high school."
Reneey whined. "Well, then can you be my teacher…?"
Lyn twitched. "That was the general idea."
"Okay then, I can deal with that," Reneey said, grinning. "It will be awesome!"
"… A best friend as your teacher?" Tyler asked, blinking. "Shit, if Caleb was my teacher…" He shuddered.
Lyn grinned. It looked slightly evil. "Precisely."
Reneey pouted. "Lynni won't do anything that will hurt me." She poked Lyn's ribs. "Just make me hate her for all eternity."
"I might break your finger if you don't stop poking me," Lyn threatened.
"No, you won't. You'll just grab it and won't let go until I beg."
"Why the heck would I want to make you beg? You whine enough as is," Lyn teased, sticking out her tongue.
"Well, if you break it, you'll hear more whining."
"No, I'm pretty sure you'd be screaming by that point."
"Which will hurt your ears more and more."
Lyn shuddered. "Loud, high-pitched noises… Ehhh…"
"So therefore you won't break my finger!"
"Wow… they bicker just lie us," Pogue muttered, shaking his head.
"Right," Lyn said as if her conversation with Pogue hadn't been interrupted at all. "Anyway, like I said, I finished high school already. Why the heck would I want to go back?"
"Well, then just stay here and teach Reneey," Pogue suggested.
"See! That will be great!" Reneey grinned. "Besides… I can learn more crap from you than from my teachers."
"And I'll go insane trying to teach you," Lyn pointed out. "Not to mention I am not staying here with Lady Deathstrike going off on me every ten seconds."
"… So you won't teach me?" Reneey pouted.
Lyn groaned and banged her head against the wall. "Why couldn't I just get sucked into an anime where it's easy to sneak into school like a normal person?"