Forlot: A Girl Who Needs Her Space - Book Thirty-Two

Chapter Fifteen

I was in shock. I could not believe what I was seeing with my own eyes. I figured that I would never locate it. I was accepting that it was broken and gone. Gone forever. But surprisingly - and thankfully - the watch had returned to me. The special watch.

At first, I thought that my mind was playing with me. It sometimes does that when I am sad and stressed. I do not know why. It has happened lots of times - too many times if you ask me - that I no longer question it. I yanked off my glasses and cleaned them with the sleeve of my jumpsuit, and then rubbed my eyes.

"Huh. I am still a little sleepy," I confirmed to myself as I put my glasses back on. "I will take another good nap after I create my sign." A yawn escaped from my mouth. "Or maybe I should take the nap after Karma and I go to the art store. Yeah. That is what I will do. I am just happy that my watch has returned to me."

I brought my wrist that had the magical watch close to me and smiled - and then my eyes went wide.

"Wait a minute," I said. "Wait just a darn minute."

"What are you talking about?" I heard somebody say.

I turned to where that voice came from and saw that it was my best friend Karma. She clutched her black purse in one hand and was leaning against the huge tree. She flashed me a smile.

"Hey there, Carmen." She let out a growl and pushed up her glasses. "Darn it. My glasses will be the death of me. I swear."

"Do not swear," I joked.

She giggled. "I would not even dream of it. Swearing is so last year." She sat next to me and laid her purse in her lap. "I had a feeling that you would bring your purse along for the ride, so I decided to bring mine."

"And you were sooooooo right."

She patted her purse. "Guess that I was." She opened her purse and pulled out a hairbrush. "So are you all ready to go?"

I nodded. "Yep. But before we go, there is something that I need to tell you."

She started brushing her hair. "What is it, Carmen? I am all ears."

You readers may be wondering why I did not ask her about the hairbrush. Why she was carrying it and all that. It is because I asked her on the day that we met. I remember it like that it was yesterday. Also...I was used to Karma carrying around stuff that girls would never carry. Not only have I seen her with her brush, but I have seen her pull out napkins and small plates and silverware - clean silverware.

"I just do not like using this restaurant's silverware," Karma explained to me one time while the two of us were dining at the Forlot restaurant. "Guess that you can say that I am a germaphobe...even though that I do not have a problem with germs."

"Maybe something else caused it," I suggested to her. "Or maybe you have done it so often that you are just used to it."

"You are probably correct."

When I told her about what Aztec did to my precious watch, Karma was livid. Her face was now as red as a tomato. She feels guilty that I am practically trapped in a house with my annoying brothers. I know that is what she is feeling because she admitted it to me.

"I cannot believe that," she said as she put the brush back in her purse. "I cannot believe that Aztec would do such a horrible thing. Actually, I can." She got up. "You should teach your brothers a lesson, Carmen. A lesson that they will never forget."

I shoved my special music box back in my purse and climbed to my feet. "I do not know if I could."

She placed her hands on her waist. "Why do you not think that you could? Are you afraid that you do not have it in you to take them down?"

I shook my head. "It is just that...I am not the kind of person who gets revenge on other people."

Karma gave me a playful shove, and her smile grew. "It is not revenge if you are teaching them a lesson. I can assure you that your brothers need a hard lesson before it is too late for any of them."

I warmed my hands. "What if I get in trouble?"

"By your brothers?"

"No. By my mother. I do not want to be grounded for life."

My friend wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me out of the backyard. "I will help you, Carmen. I will help you teach those brothers of yours a lesson that they will never forget."

How wrong she was.

The two of us walked from my house to the art store. Both Karma and I have been to this shop on multiple occasions. We always like shopping together because we enjoy each other's company. Our favorite place to shop is at the clothes store, which is not far from the art store.

"Do you want to hit the clothing store while we are at it?" Karma asked. She pointed to the small shop that was across the street. "I hear that they now have the designs."

I could not help but smile. "Do you really need those new designs? And why do you care about them? The only thing that you wear is black."

"I do not want to get any new designs, Carmen. I just want to look at them."

I rolled my eyes. "That is what you always say."

Then we ran into...her.

"Well, well, well. It is the two losers."

Karma and I looked in front of us and saw that it was none other than Vicky Chance.