Twenty One – Olive Hands
"Ugh." She moaned groggily, slowly waking up. Her mind was blank, and she didn't recall the slightest of what had happened twelve hours previous. The girl made to sit up, but she was shoved back, by someone with olive skin.
"Lay back down, you idiot." Grumbled the owner of the olive skin. "You'll probably have a hangover, after what you so stupidly did last night."
'What did I do last night?' the blonde inwardly questioned. She blinked repeatedly, trying to regain her vision. Slowly the burry scene, became clear enough for her to know the owner of those hands.
Irma.
What was Irma doing in her room? No, wait. What was she doing in Irma's room. Everything was a terrible mess, in Cornelia's mind, she didn't even remember her duty as a guardian. Nothing made sense. The blonde's head was buzzing, and due to the buzzing she could not hear a word of her thoughts.
Cornelia blinked a couple times, gazing into the ocean blue eyes glowering at her.
"Wad I do." Cornelia chocked, her tongue was heavy. Once she closed her mouth a terrible taste overcame her mouth, one she had never tasted before.
Irma bustled about, and helped her tip a glass of water down her throat, as she explained, all the while glaring.
"I was coming home from Trick-or-Treating, when I found you in the worst of shape. Your panties hanging at you ankles," Her brilliant eyes shot her a piercing glance, "You were down right drunk. I took you to my house, fed a story to my mom that you simply ate all your Halloween candy and you were not feeling good. Our mothers allowed you to stay the night. I have stayed up all night taking care you. I do not think you can ever say I am immature. It was YOU who stomped out and partied around with Caleb!"
Cornelia gaped at Irma, as the memories came rushing back. The party, the Caleb, and the funny tasting punch.
"But…" Cornelia sputtered.
"I got all the information from Hay Lin's grandma and Caleb." Irma snapped. "What were you thinking?"
"It was the punch!" Cornelia moaned, completely out of character.
"If the punch doesn't taste good, does it not make sense NOT to drink it?" Irma scowled.
"But it DID taste good." Cornelia contradicted.
"If it smelt funky, THEN do you not think you would recognized the spi-"
"You are giving me a headache." Cornelia whined.
Irma glowered. "You had better not turn up pregnant."
"Shoot! I forgot that could happen!" Cornelia groaned, she flipped herself, shoving into her friend's pillow that smelt strangely of lilac and a bunch of other sweet smelling flowers. Cornelia really had to ask what shampoo her friend used, later…
Author Note – Blah. That is all I have to say about this chapter.
I really do not know if Cornelia will or will not be pregnant… I am pretty sure she won't… Goodness, what type of author am I? Not even knowing what will happen in the next chapter…
I am really quite happy, though. I have had a WITCH craze this month. I am on I believe either book 20 or 21 of the WITCH comics… I am about to cry… Things don't seem to be going good for Corny and Caleb… and I am slightly angry Irma doesn't have a part of the plot. She is always looked at as the bad guy… I also have 9 WITCH songs. 6 are in different languages.