"Hello?" I opened my bedroom door and saw Willis standing there. I almost fell over –what the fuzuck (inside joke with my friends and me) was this about? Had something happened to Dana and they wanted me to help again? Oh god, what was this about? They never talked to me, they only wrote tiny, tiny e-mails to me, telling me about what happened.
"Hey Sierra. How are you?" he asked. There was a little hesitance in his voice.
I sighed. "Absolutely fine. Come in, my parents don't mind if there's a boy in my room…"
"Just as nothing goes on in there, Sierra," my mom joked.
"Right," I nodded, "nothing goes on. Come on in, Willis."
He entered the room and we sat on my bed.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Like normal, VAST rang through the speakers of my Aiwa stereo (god, I love 100 watts of nothing but MUSIC!) "I mean, you guys only e-mail me all the time and stuff."
"I know," Willis nodded, "But we couldn't get to e-mail you for what I'm about to tell you…"
"What happened?"
"Dana is Izzy's sister. They're both my cousins."
I raised an eyebrow. "No way!"
"Way."
I rolled my eyes, "But what does this have to do with me?"
Willis shrugged. "We just wanted you to know, and we couldn't e-mail you."
"I know," I smirked, "Because I'm not here right now. I'm not even sure if I'm a human…"
"What are you talking about?" Willis asked me with a confused look on his face.
"I'll tell you what I'm talking about," I replied with a flick of my wrist. I switched on my American Hi-Fi CD, "And you can tell any one of those other people…"