Well here it is. Chapter two. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and it really meant a lot to know that people read my stories! Coolio...*blushes bright red*awkward... ahhhh.... ON WITH THE STORY! Pls! =}.
Zhalia Moon was anything but joyful. Excited. Pleased. Delighted. Or any of those other adjectives that were connected with the word happy. And after her morning who wouldn't have been?! She'd been woken up from a peaceful slumber by a pair of bluebirds (she hadn't even known that there were bluebirds near her area!), she had had a cold shower (not even tepid) which was only one of the many consequences of having her boiler broken down and not even having the slightest bother to fix it, she had stepped in a pile of dog poo left lying around (wasn't that illegal?) on the way to Sophie's house and, just to finish creating her morning cake of crap, she was stuck listening to Lok and Sophie argue like a married couple – a married couple with broken teeth if they didn't shut up soon.
"LOK!"
"WHAT?!"
"YOU BURNT THE BREAKFAST!"
"Whoop-di-doo!" Zhalia muttered while making a little circle motion with her forefinger. She glanced at her soaking boots she had left next to the radiator after she had washed them and groaned. Anything would have been better than being trapped here listening to two brats (more Sophie than Lok) bickering like two babies!
"I may have put too much power on the raypulse...." Lok mumbled before his red haired team mate popped her head into the living room.
"You what....?"
Zhalia glared at Lok.
"Way to go, kid! You've angered Her Royal Highness!"
Lok frowned.
"So I used my powers. What's the big deal?!"
"The big deal is that we could be attacked half a minute later and you would have wasted your powers on COOKING BREAKFAST!"
Zhalia raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow before snorting into laughter.
"That is the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard," She managed to choke out in between her amusement "and believe me, I've heard many pathetic excuses!"
At that exact time Dante chose to enter the house. He stared at the scene that met him; Zhalia lying on the couch trying to control herself from an obviously hysterical joke, Lok fiddling around with some puzzle while Sophie was trying to shove a pan of burnt eggs into Lok's line of vision. Soon the other three occupants of the room began to realise that he was there. Dante blinked.
"Not even going to ask." He said while shutting the door behind him. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence Lok broke it.
"Awkward...." He said and received a shove that toppled him of his short stool by Zhalia.
"OI!"
Hoped you liked that little bit. Sorry there's no action here yet but there will be soon and it was really hard trying to capture Zhalia's personality so if I did anything wrong or there's something I could improve on for my next chapter don't hesitate to say so in your review which leads me on to my next point READ AND REVIEW! Thanks!
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