IHasCupQuake Is A Vampire?

Chapter 9

"So, what was in the hatbox?" Tiffany asks, when I come downstairs. Tonight we're eating some chicken shwarma from a Middle-Eastern restaurant.

"Nothing. Just photos and stuff." I shrug my shoulders, looking down, to signal, I don't want to talk about it. 

"I almost forgot," Tiffany starts. " The entrance exam is in a few days for the private school I signed you up for."

"Alright." I nod. "Which school? I can't remember."

"Sandy Beach." Tiffany smiles.

"I can't believe I have to wear a uniform." I sigh.

"It's a small price to pay for good education." Mario shrugs, lifting a forkful of shwarma into his mouth. "Mm, where did you get this shwarma? Doesn't taste like our usual place we go to."

"It's from Venus." Tiffany says, pleased that she made the right choice of where to get food. Although, Tiffany doesn't seem to be eating much, despite how delicious it looks.

"Are you going to eat yours?" I ask.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She quickly grabs her fork and shoves some shwarma in her mouth. Huh.

After dinner, Mario goes to bed early, and me and Tiffany sit inside, curled up in front of the fireplace. Well, not a fireplace, but the Yule Log thing people use for christmas that we're playing on Youtube on the TV. We also sip hot cocoa. It's suitable settings for it being a windy, rainy night dumping bucketloads of water onto us. At least it isn't hail. Otherwise it might as well be called the Ice Bucket Challenge Without a Bucket.

Then, all of a sudden, a large CRACK! and BOOM! sounds outside as a light flashes outside the window.

The only thing running through my mind is "AAAHHHH!!!"

Then when I'm out of panic mode, I'm hiding under the coffee table.

"Are you okay?" Tiffany asks.

"Oh, uh," I nod slowly. "Just uh, startled me."

"It's alright if you're scared of thunder."

"I'm not scared of thun . . . AAHHHHH!!!" I jump in my current lying down position, making my knees and forehead hit the coffee table, shaking the cups of hot cocoa, liquid nearly spilling over the brim of the mug. "Yeah, okay, maybe a little."

"How about you come out from under there?" Tiffany asks.

"Alright." I crawl out slowly, and get back on the couch. Another round of thunder cracks and I jump up startled.

"I used to be scared of thunder, too." Tiffany says, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Really?" I ask. Tiffany seems confident, fearless, cheerful. How could she ever have been afraid of thunder? "So what'd you do about it?"

"My mother told me it was just some cloud people bowling up there. But if you want a better explanation, when lightning comes out of a cloud, it creates a tiny hole, and when the lightning is gone, air rushes back in and makes a sound we know as thunder."

"And how is lightning made?" I ask.

"Hmm," Tiffany strokes her invisible beard, making us both laugh. "I think I remember when positively charged sparks reach up to negatively charged sparks and then BAM! lightning."

"That's cool." I nod.

"Yeah." Tiffany nods. "Anyways, I think it's time for bed. Red won't be happy of you stay up too late."

"Okay." I nod, sleepily. Yeah, I probably should go to bed.

Tiffany

After tucking in Kat, I tiptoe out of the house and to an old warehouse, where I had agreed earlier to meet Ian so I could learn more vampire-ish stuff.