Chapter Fifteen – Temper Tantrums
A few days later, Irma woke up, groggily. She attempted to rub the sleep out of her eyes, but failed. Irma dragged her feet to her bathroom and stripped her clothes and took a rare shower, to wake her self up. When she emerged, after she gave herself a good wash, she used her powers to come out not even the slightest bit damp.
Irma, wrapped in a pink towel, galloped merrily to her closet, to find an outfit for school. Irma tripped over a pile of magazines, and then toppled onto her laundry basket, losing her towel in the process. Irma quickly scrambled up, and snatched her towel up and re-wrapped it around her. The water guardian's face was slightly red, from embarrassment, even though no one had been there to witness her fall.
Irma gave sigh of relief, and slowly made her way to her closet, making sure not to clumsily trip, again. When Irma got to the closet, she flung open the doors, which was a mistake, for her towel fell, again to the ground. She placed the towel around her again, muttering. "Stupid towel…"
After almost twenty minutes of choosing her outfit and grumbling about stupid falling towels, Irma finally chose her garments. She wore an orange tank top, a blue jean knee-length skirt, and a blue jean jacket, that matched her skirt. Irma lumbered down the stairs, still slightly sleepy.
For some weird and magical force, Irma WANTED to go to school. Normally, Irma would have been clutching her step mother's leg, begging her to let her stay, and home school her. Perhaps, it was the fact Martin was no longer there to stalk her. Maybe it was some pregnancy side effect. Whatever the reason, Irma was excited to go.
Irma went into the kitchen, where all was like a normal family. Her father was reading the newspaper, while enjoying a doughnut and coffee. Irma's step mom was making eggs, bacon, and toast. Christopher was sloppily eating his grape jelly toast, his fingers and pajama shirt coated in the sticky, purple substance. Irma sat on her side of the table, as her mom placed a plateful of scrambled eggs, crunchy bacon, and buttered toast. "Morning." Irma greeted, with a small smile. Mrs. Lair smiled back, and repeated Irma's greeting of, "Morning." Her father, not bothering to look up from the news, grunted, "Morning." Christopher grinned at her mischievously.
"What are you up to, yeh little monkey." Irma said, looking at her brother, flash her evil faces. "Nothing, sister dear." He said, sweetly… a bit too sweet. Irma eyed her brother, and kept her eyes on him, the whole meal. Irma took a long sip of milk, her mother had given her.
"Chris, dear, please hurry and finish your breakfast. You still need to get dressed, brush your teeth and hair, and then get to the bus stop." Mrs. Lair told the little monkey. He nodded, and finished his eggs, licking some grape jelly off his grubby little fingers, and then he scampered off, to his room upstairs.
"Hey, dad." Irma said, finishing her breakfast and getting up. "Mm?" her dad said, letting her know he was listening. "Can I barrow make a lunch, instead of getting the nasty school lunches? They are so disgusting; I bet they are made of rubber!" Irma said, flinging her arms dramatically.
Her father's eyes stopped scanning the newspaper and her step mother froze, stopping her washing of the dishes. Irma's eyes flickered from Mr. and Mrs. Lair. "Uh…" Irma said, confused at their odd behavior.
"Irma… honey." Her step mom started. "The school… well they would rather not have you attend school, for a year… because of recent events…" Irma blinked.
"What?" Irma questioned. "You can't go… I will be home schooling you." Mrs. Lair said, sadly. "Nooooo…" Irma whined, falling to the ground, and pounding it with her fists. She kicked her legs in the air. "I want to go to school. Let me go!" she yelled, like a four year old. "I demand you let me."
"Irma, stop acting so juvenile." Her dad said. "I want to act juvenile!" Irma yelled, angrily.
"Irma…" Mrs. Lair said weakly, "Please." "I wanna go to school, NOW!" Irma yelled in a guttural voice. "Oh stop." Her dad said. "When I get to go to school!" Irma yelled, in a fishwife type voice. Suddenly the door rang, telling Irma that Hay Lin was ready to pick her up, so they could meet up with Taranee, then Will and Cornelia, and then finally, just talk for an hour at the bus stop. Irma picked herself off the ground, and smoothed out her shirt and skirt, and walked, in a huff to the door, to tell Hay Lin the awful news.
Her step mother laughed slightly. "That child is such a drama queen." Her father returned to his reading, shaking his head and chuckling slightly. Mrs. Lair followed Irma, where Irma and Hay Lin were talking. "No!" Hay Lin moaned. "Yea, it is so unfair!" Irma groaned, crossing her arms. "Totally." Hay Lin agreed.
"How can the school do this to you?" Hay Lin said. "It will be sooo boring, without you." Irma nodded, in agreement, "Of course, it will be boring without me!" she cried. "But, isn't it like your dream to stay at home, and not go to school." Hay Lin questioned. Irma tapped her chin. "I know. Perhaps I am sick or something. But, me being the logical person I am," Hay Lin giggled, and Irma glared at her, and continued her speech.
"I think it is, because I have no one that will stalk me!" Hay Lin nodded, and tapped her chin. "Yea, that might just be it. But there is one more thing to fear. THE CAFITEARIA FOOD!" Hay Lin said. Irma nodded, "That is some scary stuff." Mrs. Lair's eyebrow rose. 'The things teenagers talk about.' She thought, using Irma's famous eye roll.
"Tell you what." Irma's step mother spoke up; as the girls rambled on about occurrences they had with cafeteria food. "How about you and Hay Lin walk to the bus stop, and do your chatting thing, and then come home when the bus comes? Then walk straight home. But absolutely no funny business, or I will never let you do this again."
"Really?" Irma said, her eyes shining. Mrs. Lair, laughed, and nodded. "But, I would really much rather attend school." Irma said, sweetly. Her stepmother narrowed her eyes. "I can live with it though!" Irma cried, and ran out the door, dragging Hay Lin like a purse. Before she shut the door, she gazed longingly at her backpack, and then slammed it.
Irma and Hay Lin babbled about random things, that girls their age rambled about. When Taranee entered their group, they told her the news about Irma, and attending school. Strangely, she agreed with the schools decision. When Will and Cornelia joined the group, they too agreed. "Does everyone hate me that much?" Irma inquired, her hands planted on her hips. "No, but it isn't a smart idea, to attend school, pregnant." Will told Irma.
After ten minutes of Irma complaining, the girls arrived at the bus stop. Matt, Nigel, Caleb, and the new kid Eric. Will, Taranee, and Cornelia sat beside their boyfriends, on the park bench, or stood next to them. Irma and Hay Lin stood oddly. Irma then elbowed Hay Lin in the ribs. "Ow!" Hay Lin squealed.
"This is your chance." Irma hissed. "To what?" Hay Lin questioned, her eyebrows furrowed. "To hit on Eric!" Irma exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Hay Lin blushed, but she walked, casually over to Eric, Irma watched with great enthusiasm, but she couldn't hear anything they said. All Irma knew, was when Hay Lin and Eric clambered onto the bus, they were holding hands, Hay Lin giggling madly, and smiling gratefully at Irma, for matchmaking.
Author Note – Yep… she can't attend school… Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I liked the marathon, but I thought the epispde was a little to rushed, anyone agree? And it kind of ruins my story, lol. But, let us pretend, Elyon just turned good and nothing more, and now, when the girls are 15 and 16, they have defeated Phobos? I want to TRY and hurry and finish this before the second season comes out, and we figure out we the mage said and now it all begins, in a creepy voice. I will try to finish Is this Goodbye, also. Hope you like this chapter!
Also, if you all want to look at some pretty good W.I.T.C.H. pictures, go to http/photobucket .com /albums /y32/lDaffyl /WITCH/ (TAKE OUT THE SPACES) I spent a few days, randomly taking pictures, due to the fact one of my new obsessions is WITCH. Enjoy.
I would also, like it tell you, I may be forced to move, to Ohio. I will find out tomorrow. And a piece of advice. Geese do attack! BEWARE THE GEESE!