IHasCupQuake Is A Vampire?

Chapter 5

Tiffany

        I stride out of the orphanage, my hands still buzzing from the excitement of crushing that girl's phone. I feel strong. I feel brave. I feel amazing. Like a superhero or something.

"You ready to go?" Mario asks Katherine, and she nods, getting into the backseat. I get into the front seat, and buckle up. We pull out of the parking lot, and drive away.

Katherine

        I stare out the window as we drive along the highway, further and further away from the orphanage. I can't believe I finally have a home. Finally.

        Once I did before almost get adopted, but then the voices came, and said they weren't the ones for me. They couldn't be my parents. So I masked that the voices were burning fiercely in my ears, them willing me to obey their every will, and I gritted my teeth, politely smiled, and shook my head. Instead they took home my friend Erin. She wasn't exactly my friend, but in class we partnered up sometimes and snook bread rolls for eachother.

"My Mom is IHasCupquake, Erin. Go suck it." I whisper to myself, quietly enough so Tiffany and Mario can't hear. This time the voices said yes. The voices said they are my destiny. The voices approve.

        After a while, we get to the place where Tiffany lives.

"We're here." Tiffany smiles, and I unbuckle, and seeing my reflection in the car mirror, my hair has gotten messy from the open window. I comb it roughly with my fingers and pat it down. This should do. Note to self: Start wearing a ponytail on car rides.

        Tiffany offers to help me unpack my belongings, and I say "Sure." So, we haul my things upstairs and she leads me to the guest room.

"Sorry we didn't decorate or anything, we didn't have time." Tiffany smiles.

"Its okay." I nod, looking around at the plain room. There's a nice wooden frame bed with white creamy sheets, a little bedside table, a white dresser, and a little sliding door closet. There isn't much for decoration or color except for some curtains by the window printed with light gray dots.

"Maybe we could do some online shopping later." Tiffany suggests, and I nod, setting down the hatbox I was hugging tightly. Tiffany puts down the suitcase and makeup box she's carrying, and reaches to open up the hatbox. I quickly swipe it away, "No!" I scream.

        Tiffany looks startled.

"Its, uh, nothing." I shrug. "J . . . just don't open it, okay? I . . . I promised someone I wouldn't."

"Is it okay if I ask why it's so important?" Tiffany asks.

Tiffany

"I promised someone I wouldn't open it until I knew it was time." Katherine says, gripping the hatbox and shoving it under the bed and I hear the ruffle of paper inside of it.

"Do you know what's in there?"

"Something papery." She shrugs. "Anyways, I'm not sure."

"Who told you not to open it? If it's okay if I ask, it's fine if you don't want to tell me."

"Well, uh," Katherine looks down. "I've always had it. And there's a note I have that says so. I mean, that I can't open it until I know it's okay to. And I don't know who it's from. I've just always had it."

"Ah." I nod. "Its okay. I'm sorry I tried to open it."

"It's not your fault you didn't know." Katherine says. "I . . . can unpack by myself from now on."

"Alright." I nod, understanding the awkward moment that happened. "When your done, come downstairs for some cookies and milk, and maybe later we can watch a movie after dinner."

"That sounds great." Katherine smiles slightly.

Sorry this story is short, I just don't want to take too long with the chapters. But the hatbox is a big part of the story, so you can forgive me, right? I'll try and make the next chapter longer!

~Pix