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Chapter 21 – Jiana Heero
Laurëalas was so dead when I found her. I was having enough trouble with Trunks, I did not need hyper chibis bouncing all over! That annoying little voice in my heads attempted to point out that Laur had no idea that I was having problems with Trunks, but, as always, I ignored it. I mean, come on—who actually listens to that voice when they're mad? She should have known better then to set them hyper!
After scouring the house about three . . . maybe five times, and listening to Jupiter and the charas try to think up some way to calm me down every time I went through there, I headed towards the back door. Laur had to have gone outside. There was no where inside left where she could hide!
Before I got to the door, however, the phone rang. Since I wasn't interested in having one of the charas answer it, I quickly yelled that I'd get it and snatched up the extension in my mother's room.
"What?" I snapped.
"It looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I had a little problem I was going to ask you for help with, but I can fix it on my own."
"Oh, Nichi, it's you! Sorry, it's been one of those days. To the extreme." Then I remembered something. "Hey, why are you calling me? You never call me—I'm always the one who calls you!"
"Can't a girl call her best friend without being interrogated?"
I sighed. I would get nowhere with this. She was in one of her moods, and there would be no getting anything out of her. "So, are you going to tell me why you called?"
"You're really in a bad mood today. What happened?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, anyway. So spill. Why'd you call?"
"Oh, I have a slight problem with some Buffy characters."
I grinned. "So you've finally started writing more seriously! Yea! I'll help all I can!"
"Um . . . no. They kinda just turned up out of nowhere, and either I'm completely insane or they're real."
I dropped the phone and screamed. We did not need more of them! Wasn't thirty-seven enough?
After a moment I managed to pick up the phone again. "Nichi, please tell me that you didn't say what I think you said."
"Er . . . I said that I have Buffy characters at my house."
"Oh, no, not more of them!" I groaned. "Isn't thirty-seven enough?" I turned my eyes to the heavens. "Do you really hate me that much, to put more here? Or did the Valar and Dende and all the other's gods get tired of them? But why me? Why me?" I was about to break down into tears, and could only whisper two more words before I was too choked up to speak. "Why me?"