"Oh, Misty, could you hand me that hair spray on the table?"
So, here we were again. Me, and my sisters. Me, eating breakfast like a normal, civilized person, and my sisters, running around looking for some nasty, stinky hairspray. Some people in this house seriously need a reality check.
"Misty, hand your sister the hairspray!" My Father yelled. I numbly picked up the gold-colored bottle and handed it to my sister's hand, with nails freshly painted red.
Ooops, too fresh. As I handed her the bottle, I bumped her pinkie nail, causing the polish to smear. She bursted out in a howl.
"OOH! MISTY! Watch what you're doing!! You messed it up! It took me HOURS to paint that one! MO-OTHER!! Look what Misty did!"
Boy, if my sisters ruled the world, that would be officially named a horrible felony. Fortunately, they AREN'T in charge of the world.
Mother came downstairs in a flurry. "Don't worry, dear, we'll get that taken care of. Misty, you are going to go to Celadon today with me to help with shopping. Darin, (she leaned over toward Dad,) THEY are in town." Father looked over at me, face white, then put it past him.
"Well, Cicie, you take her shopping, and she will be okay."
They both studied me, then, and I wondered then, for the first time, who "THEY" were. I was also afraid. My parents never talked about anything Mysterious like that before. Suddenly, Ithought to myself, If my parents don't like them, then neither do I! And left it at that.
"Come on, Misty, dear, and let's go shopping." I nodded and we left, out the door and on our bikes toward Celedon City.
Not more than ten minutes after Misty and Cicie Waterflower left their home in the back of the gym, the Water flowers heard a knock on the door. Their Father answered it. Two people, a woman and a man, stood there. The woman had shining orange-red hair that fell down about her shoulders and ended at her waist. In all, the three sensational sisters agreed that she was gorgeous, more pretty, even, than them, which was hard to admit.
"Hello," the woman began, "I am Ms. Hollia, and here is a good friend of mine, Mr. Jackson. We have come to collect my daughter, Mistia Hollia, after all these years. Your neighbor kindly told us she was here."
Darin went white again, but quickly covered it. He said in an icy cold voice,
"We do not have her."
And slammed the door in their faces.
So, here we were again. Me, and my sisters. Me, eating breakfast like a normal, civilized person, and my sisters, running around looking for some nasty, stinky hairspray. Some people in this house seriously need a reality check.
"Misty, hand your sister the hairspray!" My Father yelled. I numbly picked up the gold-colored bottle and handed it to my sister's hand, with nails freshly painted red.
Ooops, too fresh. As I handed her the bottle, I bumped her pinkie nail, causing the polish to smear. She bursted out in a howl.
"OOH! MISTY! Watch what you're doing!! You messed it up! It took me HOURS to paint that one! MO-OTHER!! Look what Misty did!"
Boy, if my sisters ruled the world, that would be officially named a horrible felony. Fortunately, they AREN'T in charge of the world.
Mother came downstairs in a flurry. "Don't worry, dear, we'll get that taken care of. Misty, you are going to go to Celadon today with me to help with shopping. Darin, (she leaned over toward Dad,) THEY are in town." Father looked over at me, face white, then put it past him.
"Well, Cicie, you take her shopping, and she will be okay."
They both studied me, then, and I wondered then, for the first time, who "THEY" were. I was also afraid. My parents never talked about anything Mysterious like that before. Suddenly, Ithought to myself, If my parents don't like them, then neither do I! And left it at that.
"Come on, Misty, dear, and let's go shopping." I nodded and we left, out the door and on our bikes toward Celedon City.
Not more than ten minutes after Misty and Cicie Waterflower left their home in the back of the gym, the Water flowers heard a knock on the door. Their Father answered it. Two people, a woman and a man, stood there. The woman had shining orange-red hair that fell down about her shoulders and ended at her waist. In all, the three sensational sisters agreed that she was gorgeous, more pretty, even, than them, which was hard to admit.
"Hello," the woman began, "I am Ms. Hollia, and here is a good friend of mine, Mr. Jackson. We have come to collect my daughter, Mistia Hollia, after all these years. Your neighbor kindly told us she was here."
Darin went white again, but quickly covered it. He said in an icy cold voice,
"We do not have her."
And slammed the door in their faces.
