Chapter 4
Jinxie
I was just staring at the elevator buttons. Then suddenly Kid Flash began to talk:
"So, what job do you want to get, Jinxie?"
I gave him a glare.
"What is it, Jinxie? "
"Do not call me Jinxie," I hissed
"Well, I think Jinxie is sweet."
"Don't you dare call me Jinxie again."
"Why, Jinxie?"
"Do not call me that..."
"Jinxie..."
"Stop calling me Jinxie, idiot. My name is Jinx."
"What if I do?....Jinxie"
"Then I'll rip your head off!" I shouted the last part.
The man in the elevator turned around and looked at me in shock. I must have looked really angry, cause he looked like he was scared.
The elevator doors opened and Kid Flash stepped out. I followed. Thank God. One more minute in that elevator and that man will absolutely find out who I am.
We stood in front of a white door. He found the keys in his pocket and opened the door. OMG. The first thought that hit me when I saw his apartment was:
SO MESSY!
There were clothes, popcorn, cans, books, magazines and lots of different stuff on the floor. They flooded the living room. All over the tables, all over the floor. Even on the chairs. He was really not that tidy kind of guy.
I hated mess. At my home, I tidied my room at least three times a week. I used to open the windows, wash all the dishes, sweep the room, wipe the windows and mirrors, then redo my books in alphabetical order on the bookshelf.
I just couldn't stand mess. And this was even worse.
