Hi again everyone. Well, I've just started Algebra, and I have a question. Riddle me this: If a is equal to b sq, and c is equal to a sq., who cares? Anyway, I'm surviving it, barely, and here is (drumroll please) chapter six!
~SugahRush~
Chapter Six
When I wake up in the morning, light is flooding into my room, and Sabrina is gone. I slide out of bed and head into the kitchen. Four cups of coffee later, I'm this close to being awake.
Then I remember we're supposed to go see Farrah this morning. Oops. And where is Sabrina? No way she's ditching. Maybe she went to get a coffee somewhere.
She hated the stuff when she was a kid, but it more or less keeps her alive now. God knows what that's doing to the baby.
I laugh for a second, remembering the time I switched out this goo she called an "exfoliating moisturizer" for a mix of coffee, Elvis's doggy shampoo, and mayo. It smelled about the same, but had a much funnier effect on her skin.
Ah yes, Sabrina always feared mayonnaise as a child. And for good reason. The Trickster King knew the true value of condiments! Never underestimate your average seasoning. You should have seen my work with paprika!
But I digress. I headed back upstairs, and changed out of my pajamas. I don't really brush my teeth much, but I swished out my mouth with Xtra Cavity Control Scope and headed for the door. I lost my keys again, but it only took me a few seconds to cross the ignition wires on my Ferrari. 6.4 seconds. My best time yet.
I zoomed out of the driveway and headed straight for the Blue Plate Special. Odds were Sabrina was already there. I would have called her but we don't have a land line, and I'm not sure what happened to my phone. Oh well, I needed another one anyway.
Sabrina had been teasing my about being responsible, since I'd had my current one for three months. Most of them last six weeks top.
What can I say? I'm a busy man! I don't have time to keep track of my schedule and my stuff.
And, Verizon had just released a cute little touch-screen number I'd been eyeing.
The Blue Plate Special is about fifteen minutes from out house. If Sabrina is driving. I'm there in under ten. And that's even with the time it took to get a speeding ticket. I collect them.
I climb out of the car. Yes, climb. Without the keys, I can't open the door. Not like it's a big deal. The sunroof is plenty big enough.
While I walk down the sidewalk to the diner, I scan the parking lot for Sabrina's white Porsche. Ah, over there! She's not in the car. Must already be inside.
When I open the door, I immediately hear Marshmallow call me over to a booth tucked in the left corner. The diner looks just like it has for as long as I can remember. I took Sabrina here all the time when we were in high school.
Tiles on the walls and floors, shiny chrome everywhere. There are fifties era posters for Elvis, and various different cars. Ford, Chevrolet, Rolls Royce.
I slip into the booth, next to Sabrina. She has a small milkshake and a small order of fries, and she's dipping her fries in the milkshake like she always does, but hardly eating anything. She looks awful, and that's coming from a guy who thinks she's the most beautiful person on the planet.
I squeeze her hand and order two large bacon cheese burgers and a huge shake. Sabrina might not be hungry, but I perform best when I'm running on a full tank. With that in mind, I get an extra order of fries.
The old lady makes a few weak attempts at conversation, but they just peter out. Personally, I'm fine with that. I just want to finish my food, get that stupid slipper, and find out what's with this prophecy.
Things are moving right along in that direction, when Pan walks in. With another girl. Wearing an insanely short skirt and a tiny little tank top.
She's hanging on his arm, eating up everything he says with a big spoon, and laughing like a maniac at something that I'm assuming wasn't supposed to be a joke, from the look on his face.
Of course I would love to assume he's cheating on Marshmallow and go pound him into the dirt, but to his credit he looks like he's trying to get rid of the chick. She looks amazingly annoying.
I can certainly say I had to deal with enough girls like her as a teenager. It can't be avoided when you're as gorgeous as the Trickster King.
Pan's looking around frantically. He looks like Sabrina does when she's planning an escape. You can see the gears turning in his head.
Then his eyes land on Daphne. I study his face. He looks incredibly relieved. He locks eyes with Daphne and mouths "Help me!" she giggles and stands up. She walks toward Pan. "Hi, Peter!" she chirps, kissing him loudly on the cheek. "Oh, I didn't know you'd met Lexi!" The blond glares at Marshmallow, mouthing something. Marshmallow raises one eyebrow. "That wasn't very nice," she says, looking as if she couldn't care less if she tried.
Marshmallow hooks her arm into Pan's. Said flying boy is looking extremely uncomfortable. "Like to join us?" Marshmallow asks Pan. "Sure, Daph," he says, he drags her toward us, and squeezes in next to her. He looks thrilled to be away from this "Lexi". Who wouldn't be?
"Ya'll need anything else? Anyone for dessert? Blue Plate Blueberry Pie is the special of the day, $1.99 a slice!" a cheerful voice says.
"Ah, Farrah! We were just about to go looking for you. We need a wish," The old l- Mrs. Grimm says.
Farrah arches her eyebrows. "Do ya, now? And what kind of wish would that be?"
She blows a bubble and snaps it loudly.
Daphne clears her throat. "We need Dorothy's second slipper. We lost the other one running from a giant."
"Ya don't hear that every day," says Farrah. "Very well. I can try. You folks better follow me out back." she heads for the back door, and we all follow.
There's a small parking lot for the employees behind the diner, and Farrah leads us there.
"Okay, it doesn't work unless someone wishes for it," she says.
"Blue Fairy, I wish that I had both of Dorothy's slippers right now," Sabrina says.
Farrah nods and holds her hands in front of her. She starts forming a ball shape, at first it's white, then blue. There's a snapping and a popping, and then I see a faint outline: a woman's shoe. A second later, the sphere of crackling energy is gone, and the Blue Fairy holds a gleaming silver shoe.
Marshmallow had insisted on seeing the musical once, and they had certainly taken poetic license with the shoes.
If I had to guess, I'd say the thing was made out of Reynolds' Wrap, not rubies.
Farrah hands the shoe to Sabrina. "That was the hard one," she says, winking at us. She waves a hand over her head, and the second shoe appears. "I hope it didn't hit anyone on the way here," she says, handing this one over as well.
"Thanks, Farrah!" Marshmallow says, grinning and snatching the shoes from Sabrina.
Then her face tightens and she speaks. But the voice is cold and deep, not hers at all. "Well done," the voice groans. "Now bring me the slippers, and the girl will get to live out her life with her mind intact."