Ace sat on the edge of my bed, my foot propped up on his lap, and Mirabelle sat on her cot. Once he had climbed through the window and exchanged hellos, Mirabelle had turned away from us and began reading that strange book of hers I was surprised she hadn't finished yet.
Ace raised an eyebrow and whispered, "What's up with her?"
I sat up and leaned toward him. "Don't exactly know. She gets all strange when she reads that book."
"What book is she reading?"
"Once again, I do not know. She promised not to look through my stuff, and I'm not going to look through her stuff."
All of a sudden, Mirabelle started shaking slightly, chuckling.
Ace and I glanced at each other.
"You okay there, Mirabelle?" I asked.
She didn't respond, and when I leaned forward, there was a shadow covering her face. Slowly, she turned her head, but only slightly. She had a creepy grin on her face.
"Call 911."
Ace sat there, looking strangely between the two of us.
"Ace. Take me and run if you're not going to call 911."
Mirabelle's chuckles turned into horror movie giggles.
"Mirabelle," I said in my calmest voice. Nudging Ace, I said, "Could you come here for a moment?"
Still grinning, she shook her head slowly.
Ace carefully set my injured foot onto my bed and slowly stood up, not taking his eyes away from Mirabelle.
Mirabelle frowned.
Ace pounced.
Grabbing the book, he turned away from the cot and ran to the other side of the room (which was around three strides away from the fire escape window for him) and clutched it to his chest.
Mirabelle grinned once again and a dangerous glint appeared in her eyes.
"Oh fuck-"
Mirabelle jumped onto Ace grabbing for the book, but he turned his shoulder. He stuffed the book in his jacket, and tried to get the fire escape window to open.
"You're opening it the wrong way, Ace," I pointed out.
Mirabelle jumped onto his back and Ace stumbled.
"Hazzah! Hazzah!" I cheered.
There was a knock on the door. Mirabelle, Ace, and I all shut up.
The door opened, and my mom and George stood in the doorway.
There was a long silence as they stared at us, and we stared back. Mirabelle was still on Ace's back, Ace was holding her book, and I sat on my bed. For once, I looked the most innocent.
"Kairi, who is that young man?"
Recovering quickly, I said, "Don't ever open my door unless I permit you to."
"Answer her, Kairi," George said before my mother could respond. "The woman can talk, you know." I smirked. "Or do you like them silent?"
George began to walk toward me, but I wasn't scared. Especially since my mom grabbed his arm and shook her head. "You," he pointed toward me. "Come with me now." He turned his head to look at Ace.
"Get out of my house."
"Fuck you, George," I said, not making a move to stand up. "He can stay in my room. My room doesn't belong to you, no matter how much you argue it does. And how many times do I have to say it?"
I stared him right in the eye. "I don't take orders from you. I never did, and I never will. And if for some reason, any reason, that I do…I'll make you regret you ever married my mother."
"I've had enough of the way you talk to me, young lady. I am your father. You will treat me with respect whether you like it or not."
"I hadn't ever shown respect to you, and I'm not going to start to now."
"That's it. You're grounded. You will not be allowed to leave this room aside from going to school for the next month."
"What makes you think I'll ever listen?"
"If you don't, I will take you home," he threatens.
"If you even try to take me home, I'll shove my crutches into your balls."
"Kairi!" my mother gasps.
Ignoring her, I stared lazily at George. He kept his eyes on mine, but I could tell by the tension in his jaw that he was losing.
"Done yet, sir?" I asked, feigning innocence, and tilting my head to the side. He turned on his heel, my mother following him. I could hear them talking, then a door slamming shut.
I cheered internally, but smirked cockily. Mirabelle had gotten off of Ace, and she was staring at me wide-eyed.
"You really hate George," Ace stated.
"No shit, Sherlock."
We talked a little longer, but it was only small talk. When there was silence between us, Ace decided to leave.
Once he shut the window, I said, "Well this day was productive, wasn't it, Mirabelle?"
She shrugged and yawned. "I'm going to sleep now."
"No, you're not," I said. "What the hell happened earlier? I mean, it was funny and entertaining, but it was just plain weird."
She smiled sheepishly. "That book just makes me act so strange…its part of a series, and…yeah."
"Can I see it?"
She handed over the book. "Interesting. Do you have the first with you?"
Nodding, she dug out a book from the depths of her suitcase and handed it to me. It was called Plunging for Hell by Ira Fuse.
I snorted. "What the hell is this book about?"
She grinned. "Read the summary."
When I finished, I closed the book and handed it back to her with a similar grin on my face.
"What's the second one called?"
"The Sinterview which was published by Stony."
My grin widened.
Did anyone get the joke "Plunging for Hell", Ira Fuse, and The Sinterview? Review if you did! Sorry this is a short chapter. I thought I'd make a funnier chapter, so here you go. If you want a list of the next five books, review. For the rest of you, favorite and follow!
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