Week Six: Friday Who: Kissy and Shoko Where: Halcyon Halls to Kissy's room When: just before the dreaded nightfall What: Full Moons freak Kissy out. There has got to be a were-ostrich out there somewhere waiting to try and eat her hair!
"Charlie!" God help her, Ophelia was gone. Her roommate was gone. Her typing, toenail-painting, desperately-in-need-of-a-makeover roommate and (to her) friend was gone. As was her swords and knowledge of using one. Maybe a sword wouldn't do much to someone and she would never wish someone physically hurt, but it made Kissy feel secure. She made it into a joke, but it was the absolute truth; animals that were not domesticated were a valid danger to Kissy. Yet another reason why she was a city type of girl.
Now it was the Full Moon and her expected rendesvouz had not worked out. With all the stress associated with the event, one would assume that Kissy would plan appropriately for it. NOT If the apocalypse was arriving and its thwarting depended on her good planning, she would probably give up and start inadequately planning a going away party. Instead she was stuck in the halls with possibly, like, in danger of changing guards and students or floating ghost were animal thingies or...Anything!
"Charlieeeee!" She kept calling, but she didn't turn around and Kissy was getting out of breath from running and dragging her heavy bookbag. Stupid end of term forcing her to give up those important moments (read: days) of heavy denial and catch-up work. Maybe Charlie had her headphones in? When did she get that new haircut? She assumed it was her. The dark hair. The slight figure. The lack of fashion sense.
When she finally caught up to her she knabbed her shoulder to stop her while she caught her breath. Maybe she'd have more breath if she hadn't answered her cell phone and argued with her cousin about which of their mutual cousins had a birthday next week. And then stopped to text her friend Heather back and raced to catch back up. But she'd made it, even if it involved her alternately running and yelling and texting halfway across the school.
The impending sense of doom bloomed as the girl turned around and wasn't Charlie. Kissy Chevelle: Winner.