well getting this chapter posted took alot longer than i expected... sorry about that... but im back on track now and have a plan for how the story is going to go now so mabey i can get the show on the road.
A couple weeks passed without the gills making a reappearance, though I can't say I was disappointed. I was perfectly happy to just blend in, because that was so easy for me with my huge scars. Pardon my sarcasm, it leaks out every once in a while.
I hadn't told anyone about that night, especially not my dad, he still felt bad about the scars so I wasn't going to bring this up. And besides, how do you even start that conversation? "Hi Dad, how was your day? Happy to hear that. Say, have you ever grown gills and then have them disappear? No? Huh, that weird, because I have!" I don't think so.
And I couldn't tell my friends, because that would just push them away, they all know that I'm weird but let's not push my luck. So I kept the occurrence to myself. As long as it didn't happen again there shouldn't be a problem. And wouldn't you know, my luck just ain't what it used to be.
I was sitting in the living room watching TV with one of my pet rats, Pip, when she started to chew on my finger. "Hey," I said as I picked her up. "Easy with the teeth, carnivore." I held her up level with my face and she started twitching her nose at me. "You aren't the only one that can do that, Pippy." I moved my nose like hers and she started squirming, trying to get out of my hand. "Now what?" I looked at my chest where she had dropped and jumped.
At least they weren't gills. When I looked down, I could see part of my face, and I now had whiskers. I grabbed Pip, set her on my shoulder and went into the bathroom. I leaned toward the mirror and held my scared hand up to my cheeks where the whiskers had sprouted. This motion was as good as an invitation to Pip to run off my shoulder, down by biceps, up my arm and onto my hand so that she could properly investigate the new addition to my face. "Are you part of the problem or solution in this situation, Rat-face?" Well, how's that for an ironic statement? I could almost swear she was laughing at me. "This isn't funny Pip. First I have Pabo's gills and now I have your whiskers. This isn't good" I whispered to her.
I take back what I said about not telling anybody. I told my animals. I have twelve of them by the way. Pabo and Bastian, my betta fish; Pip, Willa and Isley, my rats; Dixie, Grace and Mandy, my dogs; and Jip, Tonks, Link and Zelda, my chickens. Yeah, they all know, but I trust them not to tell anyone. They usually aren't to chatty, so I don't have to worry.
Anyway, back to me having whiskers; I moved Pip to my other shoulder and lightly touched my whiskers. I automatically twitched my nose. I can now understand first hand why animals don't their whiskers messed with. It sent a tingle thought my body that I was not expecting. "Pip, I will never touch your whiskers again." I promised to the little black rat that had started to nest in my hair.
"Jamie, are you watching the time?" my mom called from the other room.
Crap. " Umm... No. why?" Go away whiskers, please go away. I need my normal face back. I pleaded inside my head.
"Its Monday, you have practice, remember?" she was coming toward the bathroom and I still had whiskers.
"Oh, yeah. I remember now. Sorry, I was... distracted." Normal face, please have a normal face. I opened my eyes and am happy to say that the only thing on my face was my scar. Just in time too, my mom walked up the bathroom door that I realized I hadn't closed and stuck her head in.
"You've gotta go. I'll put Pip back." she reached out to grab Pip from in my hair. All you could see of her was her head sticking out. "Well, aren't you cute. Cute little nose, and cute little eyes and cute little whiskers." She started stroking Pip's whiskers and I involuntarily twitched.
I put my tennis shoes on and grabbed my purse and keys. "Love ya, bye!" I called as I closed the door and locked it. I have to go and help teach the rookies at guard how to do different dance techniques. You know; jazz walk, jazz run, botmas, so- taes, sha-saes, the works. And I have to do it without growing some sort of weird new body part. That should be fun.
if you know how to properly spell these dance tecniques could you sent it to me in a review because i cant even spell them well enough to google them... and thats just sad...