Don't Mess with Magic

Chapter 4

It took me a moment, but the orange mass stopped moving and it turned out to be a little girl. OK, so she was barely shorter than me, but her voice had me fooled. 'Johnny' stood up with the orange clad girl latched onto his waist and glaring at me.

"Johnny, who's this?" the girl asked looking up at the blonde man.

"This is... Ah... Well, what is your name?" he asked me, looking me over from the top of his sunglasses.

"Jessica," I mutter in reply. I suddenly feel tired and sit back down. The day must be catching up to me.

"Jessica, right. Sol asked us to watch over her for a bit, May," Johnny finished, detaching the girl, May, from his side.

I made a small shriek and looked around for Sol, realizing that he left. There's no way I'm staying with these people! I thought. Granted these two might be nicer than that jerk but at least I know he can keep me safe. I spotted him a few blocks down and started after him.

"Oh! Hey! Girlie! Wait, what're you doing!" I heard Johnny call after me.

"Wait uuuup!!" I shrieked. He still wouldn't stop. "Oh my God, why's he walking that fast?"

"OK, kiddo. Let's get going, he's made up his mind and he's not going to come back until he's good and ready."

"But..."

"Why would you run away from us? Sol's the mean one!" May giggled. "We'll take good care of you, better than that mean ole Sol."

Defeated, I nod and let myself be lead to where ever it is that we're going. I ended up at a big hunk of metal that May told me is their ship. I barely paid attention as she excitedly gave me a tour. All I can think about is being abandoned like that and wondering why I'm so bothered by it.

"Jess? "Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess? Are you even listening to me?" May poked me in the side and made me jump.

"I.. I'm sorry, it's been a long day."

"Let's get you to the guest room then."

May took me down yet another hallway and we pass yet another girl named after a month. How do you get the name October? I can barely keep moving, let alone keep a thought in my head. She opened a door and ushered me in. I hate to say it, but I stopped listening to her. I thought I heard her say something about a bathroom but I waved her off and collapsed onto the bed.

That bed was the best thing to have happened to me all day. I literally peeled off my socks and threw them into the corner. The bottoms were pitch black and had one too many holes for my liking. I was damn happy to be rid of them.

The door whooshed open and May stuck her head in. "You're filthy," she said, wrinkling her nose at me.

"And?"

"Get up, I'm taking you to the bathroom!"

Before I can protest, this little monster pulled me off my bed by my wrist and was forcibly dragging me down more nondescript hallways. She shoved me into another room. There was a large mirror and sinks in front of me, to my left were shower stalls and to the right toilets.

"You. Are. Filthy!" May proclaimed once again as she stalked over to a shower stall and started it up.

"Hey. Hey! What're you doing?" I try to fend off her grabby hands. "I can undress myself!!"

Apparently I couldn't, however, since May saw fit to finish undressing me and pushing me into the shower. Freakish girl. How'd she get strength like that?! I was feeling like I was in over my head even more so with these people than Sol, which didn't make much sense. Here all the girls were friendly and wanted to take care of me.

"Hey, Jess, I'mma throw out this stuff and get you something from my closet. 'Kay?"

What?!" I shrieked poking my head out from behind the curtain to glare at the little monster.

"Look at this thing," she held up my shirt. "It's got caked on puke all over it. It won't come out in the wash."

I groaned and retreated back into the shower. I wish I was back in that bed, I thought-whined while leaning against the shower stall.

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I know, the bathroom door slams open and the water is cold.. My curtain is pulled back and a towel is thrown into my face. These girls here are really comfortable with themselves.

"You're only a little taller, so you should fit in this," May held up a mass of clothing. It looked like it might be a sailor outfit.

I was led back to my room and made a mental note of the way to and from the bathroom. It was a sailor outfit. It wasn't too bad, I would have liked this more if I was still fourteen but beggars can't be choosers, right?