Chapter 9

Sam was about five minutes away from home.

Sam put her hand to her forehead. She cringed in pain. And for a split second, her vision became blurry. But only for a second, until turning back to normal. "Family life is so annoying that it's giving you headaches?" A black cat, which was sitting on the limb of the tree, asked. The cat had glowing green eyes and a British accent.

"Are you so worried about me that you're not leaving me alone?" Sam answered with her question.

Anti-Cosmo anti-POOFed back into his original form. "I don't care about anyone, Street Rat."

"Yes," Sam said. "You prefer to watch my talents and get inside my head."

"Bingo!" Anti-Cosmo said. Sam began her usual ignore-Anti-Cosmo-routine by walking away. Anti-Cosmo anti-POOFed in front of her. "Sick, are we?"

"I'm not sick."

"Good, then you're completely healthy then. So how about a challenge for the mighty Street Kid?"

"Don't you even-"

Too late, Anti-Cosmo had already anti-POOFed up some bullies to "play" with Sam.

"-Dare. Oh boy."


Sam guessed there were at least 10-15 bullies, but she didn't really have much time to count them.

Sam ran into the alley. She dug her hands through a trashcan. "What?" Sam said in disbelief. She peered inside. "Oh that's right. Garbage day was today."

The bullies entered the alley, slowly and threateningly walking toward her. Sam backed away, but her back hit the wall.

She was trapped.

*Might not be able to get more onto fanfiction tonight. Sorry.