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Venus Kellerman
Basil and Cherie had found the residence of Vram Banana. They had also found a "Gone Fishing" sign on his front door. That was something just begging for robbery. They had come to a dead end, a temporary one however. They would simply return when Vram Banana was once again at home.
The next morning, Basil walked to school alone. Cherie was sick and her mother wouldn't let her leave the house.
As he walked, Basil saw a girl of fifteen. Her hair was red, her skin tone was like a mixture of Tina's and his own. She was dressed in a uniform, a Catholic school uniform meaning she must have been Catholic. If there were Celtic Reconstructionist Paganism schools, Basil was pretty sure he'd be wearing the uniform. The strange thing however was that despite her skin and hair color she looked like Cherie. As she walked in his direction, Basil tilted his head to one side and there was no other way of looking at it she practically was Cherie when she had her hair down with a different hair color and skin tone. She was even wearing a different uniform! This girl was wearing a Catholic school uniform and Cherie wore a cheerleader's uniform. And Basil was also feeling attracted to her too! It must have been the resemblance to Cherie.
Maybe the colors she was wearing was what made Basil attracted to her! The pleated plaid skirt the girl was wearing was blue, black and green in color. Maybe it was the color green? Cherie's uniform was green and Basil had sometimes felt uncomfortable in Vice Principal Victoria's presence. The girl's shoes were a pair of black Mary Jane's. It couldn't have been the color black! Cherie wore black and white and even Cherie's eyes were black! The blouse she was wearing was red… No, it couldn't have been the color red. Her sweater was yellow… Cherie's cheerleader uniform was green and yellow!
Shaking his head, Basil stared in complete shock as this mystery girl got closer and closer. Even her eyes were green!
"Hey! I know you don't I?" Her voice! It sounded nothing like Cherie's it was more euphonic than a gray stringed harp and was bounded by compassion.
"I-I-I don't think so." Basil's voice was filled with nervousness. "I think I'd remember anyone as come-hither as you!"
"Really? Because you look familiar… Kind of that author who died in January…" The girl put a dainty finger on her chin. "What was his name? Oh, yeah! Cassius Hagen!"
"He was my dad!" said Basil.
"Wasn't aware he had been married." The girl stepped a little closer. "So you're part German, same as me. Want to take a guess of what I also am?"
Basil swallowed nervously. "I'd rather know you're name."
"Venus… Venus Kellerman."