Marilyn sat next to me, looking gloomy and playing with her bright red hair. "Why does there have to be a drought?" she pouted, frowning down at a dying dandelion "All the plants are screaming at me."
"I wasn't aware plants screamed," I replied halfheartedly, nibbling at my sandwich.
She frowned, reaching down to run her hands along the grass. "The flowers get all grumpy and the grass just whimpers a lot. Poor little things are just so thirsty."
"They'll turn the sprinklers on later tonight Mari," chimed in Sam pushing Ashton out of the way to sit on my other side. Ashton, with a look of annoyance, sat across from me.
"Did you guys have another incident today?" asked Trish her flawless curls bouncing around her as she moved from the wall she leaned on to join us.
Marilyn giggled uncontrollably "Not this time Trishie."
"Yeah, well I hope you know you're sharing," said Ashton teasingly.
Trish wasn't surprised "I guess it was less than five minutes ago, huh?" She sighed and handed over a small brown bag which undeniably had weed in it. "Nothing can get past this spit fuck."
I shuffled around in my backpack, craving something sweet that would get rid of my pulsing headache but came up empty. Why did I have to forget my cosmic brownies on the counter this morning? Maybe it was because I wanted to get away from my aunts obsessive nagging or my cousins talk about who has the best looking shrink.
A hand reached out, offering me a piece of chocolate pound cake. "For you madam," said Sam in his annoying and cheesy, but somehow extremely adorable fake French accent. Most girls would die to be in the same general area as him not for his looks- though those were great- but just for the simple fact that he is a good-natured person.
Little do they know that his ability tells him what a person wants most at an exact moment. So let's just say he is great with buying birthday presents and assorted other gifts.
"Thanks," I tore off a piece and plopped it in my mouth. The texture was amazing, and the taste of little chunks of melt chocolate chips exploded in my mouth like a delicious bomb. Okay, maybe I was over exaggerating just a little, but it was still delightful. "It's like an orgy in my mouth Sammy."
Gym class killed but was a nice distraction, with everyone moving around so rapidly I didn't have to pay attention to their emotional backgrounds. Trish was in the same class but always could get away with skipping by just making the teacher forget she was even a part of this class. A powerful ability made for someone mischievous like Trish.
