No random Cullens today, I ate them….
Eddie: No you didn't, I'm standing right here!
ME: Shut up.
( bonks him on the head with cheese grator)
Seth's POV:
" Do you have any idea what could've happened!?!" My mother screeched, hair frazzled. I kept my face down, looking at the cold metal desk. My mother sighed.
" Detention Seth? Really? You helped a little girl beat up another kid? Does this make any sense to you?" She had begun to babble, and I flicked my gaze for a moment to Anya. She sat at the back, clinging to that dusty book her father had given her. She also clung to a locket. My mother banged her fist on the table, snapping me back to reality.
" Earth. To child." She almost pleaded. " This is important. I agreed you could stay a member of the pack, but only if school came first." My eyes narrowed.
" You know it doesn't work that way mom, I'd still phase when I'm angry, even if you insisted I didn't." Mom's blue eyes went soft.
" You know I didn't mean it that way, I-'' The door opened, showing in a livid Dr. Carlisle. To see him so angry, was the most amusing thing on the planet.
" Anya." His calm tone was a little off. Anya made no move to get up. He exhaled sharply.
" Anya, could you come here for a moment?" She arched her eyebrows.
" I don't think I should do that until you're calm…." Her tone was edgy, a little jittery. Carlisle seemed to realize he was the cause of this, and seemed pained.
" Fine. Be home by eleven though, okay?" Anya nodded, relieved. Carlisle turned to me next.
" I'd have a word with you, but I think your mother is all the punishment you can handle." Anya went back to her book when he shut the door.
We sat there for minutes, hours….. I felt twitchy. Anya seemed to be too.
Finally, the teacher walked in, stating we could leave. Anya snorted when we both got outside.
" They call that punishment? Really? I could come up with a way less lame way to teach someone a lesson." I clenched my teeth, reminded how those vamps had treated her. She noted my expression.
" Come on, you need ice cream in your system. Let's get some D. Q." I nodded.
To all my devoted readers. I'm afraid I won't be able to write for a very long time, maybe never again. I'm sorry, but it can't be helped.
Signed: the obsessive Owl.