Chapter 23 Sisters?

It was a miserable day for Trixie. This was the second time someone had thrown her wrath back at her. First it was Jessica and her goons and now this witch to add on top of that. Vicky was a demon that had been invited into her home. On a rampage the redhead had destroyed her comics, a few valuables her parents owned. And even ripped apart things in her sisters. With that she dashed into the twins bedroom where Splinter was stretching out in her cat form. "I wish that the house was clean and my parents would come home."

She popped her head out of the room careful to not get the attention of her babysitter. Splinter walked over towards her feet, "Ya known hun. You need to slow down with your wishing. This will be your official 2nd wish, mama can't keep up with them." With that her wand collar glowed and a moment later she heard the family car pulling up. Which got Trixie to relax a little, "A bit worried are we? Who would have thought Trixie Tang cared about others?"

"I don't," Trixie said. "But they are my sisters and since they are young and cute. They will totally help regain my popularity. As long as they stay out of my room of course." She responded to Splinter who just shook her head; the front door opened and VIcky shut up. Trixie after hearing the door open relax a little only to watch her parents move up the stairs Vicky was clearly not happy. Before Splinter could respond her mother and father entered the room.

"Relax, Trix, your sisters are fine," her father said. It was still weird to see both of her parents home and paying attention to her. The twins were placed in their bed, "They just had a bad allergic reaction is all. So how was the babysitter?" Trixie looked at her parents unsure of what to say.

"Well here ya are dear," Elizabeth Tang handed Vicky a large sum of cash. Which made dollar signs appear in the redhead eyes. As she sniffed the money only to be thrown out of the house. "Sorry it took so long. Doctors are idiots. We did have your sisters tested for their allergy. That did take up some time. All they need is some sleep, so let's not wake them. Unless you want to deal with cranky 4 year olds. Sighing Trixie just followed her parents. Both of them smiled; it was rare for Trixie wanted to spend time with her so they moved out to the couch.

Trixie, Splinter and her parents moved out to the living room. Her mother flicked on the TV. Which was on a cartoon channel and her mother handed her a remote. "Your dad and I are going to get food. Want anything?"

"Uhh calamari?" She said uncertain. What snacks did her parents get? "Ooh I know candy. Lots of candy."

"I'll see what I can do," her mother handed Trixie a TV remote. Trixie watched her parents disappear into the kitchen. With that she looked down at the remote. What did she do with a TV remote? It was small, slender and rolled with buttons and symbols. Her hands lightly nudged against the small buttons until she clicked on the up button. Only for the tv channel to change to a chancel where the TV was on fire.

"Uhhh what do I do? What should I do? I wish it was the other channel." Trixie said in a panic only for Splinter to raise an eyebrow. But obliged and with that she tossed the remote aside and slid away from the cursed object. Until her parents came back she wasn't going to do anything.

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It was 2 days after returning from camping and tomorrow Trixie was going to have to go back to school. How her once beautiful palace of popularity had quickly devolved into a nightmare where there was only one person responsible. One person who was going to pay and after Vicky left Trixie had made her 3rd wish; one that pink hatt was going to love. A whole week of Vicky. It was a perfect plan for revenge and since she had been gone an entire week he was going to pay her an entire week of chocolate or else.

Trixie was sitting in her room still stuck on the same panel. After running into writer's block she went back to redrawing old pages/panels. Even if it was repetitive Trixie found it rather soothing. It helped deal with the stress of her new found life. How quickly everything she once knew was rapidly disappearing.

A small knock at her door caught her attention and Trixie turned her attention. Too see her mother who walked over to her and Trixie turned her attention. "Well I'm going shopping, do you want anything?"

"Shopping! Trixie said with a sudden burst of excitement and her mother stumbled back, "Can I come? I love shopping. Maybe I can get a new pair of shoes!" Her mother raised an eyebrow.

"Ok? You wanting to go shopping where thats new," her mother said. "Sure you can come well get ready." Splinter looked at her godchild with amusement.

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What was supposed to be a 20 minute quickly turned into a 3hr long shopping spree. Trixie went over the clothes again with venom in her throat having to shop at discount stores, bulk stores and unusual places. Unfitting of a woman like her. Trixie Tang was disgusted but had kept to her mother's budget and gotten several large bags of items. All of which were overflowing as they had to make several trips to the car to store it. "You know I know that I've beat this dead horse so many times, but I'll do it again. Why don't you just wish for this stuff to be in your car or wish it home. All you have to say is the magic words." Trixie glared at her godmother.

Who was disguised as a bag filled with stuff. Turning $200 into what most people would spend in a month. It was a talent, but when one was rich they picked up haggling, batter and of course extreme couponing. "Shush," Trixie glared at her godmother and turned her attention towards her mother. Who was looking at her phone with a frown and looked over.

"I am never taking you shopping again. I just needed to buy a couple small things. Who are you trying to impress?" Elizabeth asked her 10 year old daughter. Trixie just stayed silent, "I give up with you. Well I have to go to the bathroom and we have $20 left over so go get yourself something at the comic shop and bring your sisters with you. And no I don't care." With that her mother walked off and Trixie was left with her little sisters. Did 4 year olds even read comics?

"Uhh hi," she said confused. "Come on, let's go."

"Yes," her rather quiet sister. It had finally occurred to her what were their names again? Sighing, she grabbed both of her sisters' hands and led them to the comic book shop. She also didn't have her boy disugse, but since she wasn't popular it wouldn't matter that much. She hopped. Both of her sisters followed Trixie carefully and made her way into the Comix store. It was a small store that most people didn't even pay attention to. No bigger than a small apartment with rows and rows of comic books often in plastic coverings. She walked over to the rack of books and started to look at some of the issues she hadn't seen or variant covers.

Both of the four years olds were amazed by the variety of colors. It was strange and nerve wrecking to be in this place without a disguise. Feeling her way through the shop while keeping an eye out for her little sister. Who followed closely behind, but their attention was quickly fleeting. Without paying attention one of her sisters wandered off and after Trixie noticed so she followed after her. Why did she have to have such young sisters? Only to slamn directly into something and sent Trixie sprawling to the floor. "Hey watch where you're- you!"

"Do you know how much money I've lost because of you? You've cost me $15 and that's like a whole lot of money. Where have you been the last week? Also what are you doing in a comic book shop?" Trixie looked to her side to see her little sisters standing right next to her. "Seriously you are the strangest girl I know."

"Wow he really does have a pink hat," one of the twins said. She walked over to the boy in the pink hat, "Can I have your pink hat? Trixie talks about you a lot."

"Yes," the quiet one said.

"You have sisters?" Timmy asked, confused.

"Yes I do pink hat, no you don't get his hat. It's probably cursed like him. He ruined our lives. We used to be rich, but thanks to him we're not anymore." Trixie went on a long ten minute tangent blaming Timmy for all of her problems. "I hate you!" She screamed at him with a visoreal hatred.

"Okay crazy," with that he handed Trixie a box of chocolates and walked off. Shaking his head. Which only made her even more angry. Why did he keep giving her caramel chocolate? Her one true weakness.