Chapter Ten Talent

"Hey, that was actually pretty good!" Irma said after practice. Matt and Caleb decided not to tag along after all because something had Come Up. "Well, except for the part where Will almost hit the bridge. That thing must be at least a million years old!"

Gee, thanks, Irma, Will thought, like I really need to be reminded of that right now.

"Have you guys heard about the singing contest? Last minute entries are tomorrow!"

Taranee rolled her eyes. "Oh please. Like any of us are going to enter."

"Aw," Irma whined. "But you have to! It's going to be such a great school event! I'd enter but I can't sing for my life."

"And what makes you think the rest of us can?" Taranee demanded.

"Come on, you guys. I'll give you…twenty bucks?"

Will perked up immediately. "Make it forty and I'll agree."

"No can do, I've hit the bottom of my stash. Hay Lin?"

Hay Lin shook her head nervously. "No thanks. Having one artistic talent is enough." Irma then turned to Cornelia.

"Oh no you don't." Cornelia started to back away. "I don't sing. It's not what I do. I write, but I don't sing."

"But you're the only one of us left! Please, please, please, please. You know I've never heard you sing before." Since Cornelia still looked skeptical, Irma thought, well, I guess it's time to bring out the big guns. I hope this works on fellow witch members. Enter the stupid contest, enter the stupid contest, enter the stupid contest.

"Oh, fine!" Cornelia said. "I'll enter the stupid contest."

"Yes!" Irma pumped a fist in the air in triumph. "All this talk of contests made me hungry."

"Oh, I know!" Hay Lin cried suddenly. "Let's go for ice cream!"

"Hay Lin, you always want ice cream," Cornelia laughed. "It's like this creepy addiction."

"Oh all right, how about cake? Or better yet, moon cakes at our restaurant. Wanna come?"

"Hmm," Irma said longingly. "Who can resist a moon cake? I'm in."

"I'd really love to," Cornelia began, "but I have to go home. Bye guys!"

They waved goodbye and proceeded on their way in pursuit of the much desired moon cakes to the Silver Dragon, unaware of the catastrophic disaster of colossal proportions heading their way. An old foe, seducing an old flame to gather on his side is waiting for the time to strike. (Luuuuurve moon cakes. Sticks to my braces though.)

There! Short, but how else am I supposed to hold daily updates? I'm a genius, not a god:-D. I just got a new stroke of inspiration including a new world, the first ever guardian, and Prince Phobos who recently escaped prison. Yes, the contest will play an important role. For Cornelia, that is. I want to figure out how to slip in how she and Caleb first met. Maybe I'll put that in my other fic…(for anyone who didn't get the hint, it means I want you to read Missing!) I know I'm only twelve and only in the eighth grade but high school seems just around the corner. I'm debating whether to pursue a career in writing or psychology. Totally random, I know, but what did you expect? Thanks and review.

Oh, and by the way, I put how they met in Missinganyway.