Chapter 6

A few days had passed, and nothing interesting has happened. I've been so bored, I considered shaving Eric's hair off. But, then I remembered that I wouldn't want to have an ugly brother. No, I don't think he is ugly at all. In fact, on Valentine's Day he locked himself in his room so none of the hormonal girls from his school could get to him. I took the liberty of whacking the girl's who just wouldn't quit with a broom. I do him an amazing favor, and he conspires against me. I'm just glad he didn't wake up in the middle of the night to see me standing over him, with his electric razor in hand.

And, by now it was Sunday, and Mother and I were on the phone discussing whether or not I will be in the EAT class. "Please."

"That's not going to work. You're my child, Liraz. My only daughter. I don't want you putting yourself in danger!"

"Mom. Listen to me. Please. Every day, I'm in danger. Didn't you hear when Eric told you of the time I climbed up a tree to escape Tweedledum and Tweedledumber's paint guns? And when Jonathan squirted me with what I'm convinced was piss?"

She was silent. "Mom? You still there?"

"Fine. Fine. I'll let you in the EAT class. Just don't go around picking fights. Don't get hurt. If you lose a limb-god forbid- I will remove you from the school, and we'll live together again." She sniffs, then sighs. "I wish you would stop blaming your brothers for things they could never do. My dear Jonathan would never squirt piss at you."

"You were there."

She sighs again, and I shake my head. "Whatever. You're going to contact them, right? Remember, EAT."

Eric and I were eating at Deathbucks again. I sipped at my caramel frappucino, and he dug into his pasta. The door chimed, and in came one of the guys from the restaurant. In fact, it was the guy who had his arm around me. I noticed it was now in a brace. He saw me, and I wiggled my fingers. Hello...

He visibly paled, and ran out the door, clutching his arm. Eric raised his eyebrow. I shrugged in response. "So... you're going to start school tomorrow, huh?" Eric said. I nod. "Mom agreed to put me in EAT. Plus, I already met an EAT student. Strange guy, but very kind. He made my hair symmetrical." He nodded slowly. "Probably OCD."

"Seemed like it."

"Anyway, it's getting late. You should set up a curfew just in case or something..." He trailed off, embarrassed. "Aw, is my older brother getting soft and mushy? What about that prank, huh?" I tease, smirking. "Just you wait. Don't think I've forgotten. I had a longer lifetime to learn the art of pranks."

By the time we got home, it was almost completely dark, and through the balcony doors, I watched the sky grow darker and darker...