Half-Human

Chapter 3

Hello guys. Nemona and Arven have solved their squabble... or at least I think so.

Arven: Only if I get protagonist.

Nemona: No fair! You got protagonist last time and Cat said that she'd choose me next. Hmpph. *Nemona pouts and turns her head away, brushing Arven's face with her hair*

Arven: Aaargh! Stop putting your hair in my face! See, this is the reason why she shouldn't be protagonist!

Me: You make a point...

Nemona: *gasps and looks at me* Your choosing him over me?!

Me: If you just let me finish, I would've told you that I was going to do it from your perspective this time...

Nemona: Yay! 

Me: but since you rudely interrupted me again, I may as well choose the more respectful one out of you...

Arven: Which is obviously...

Me: not you because you're butting in yourself.

Arven: Come on!

Me: I have made my decision. I am going to pick...

Arven+Nemona: Me! Wait no! Not you! Stop saying what I'm saying! Oh, I see what you're doing. Trying to annoy me, eh? No generally, stop copying me. STOP COPYING ME!

Me: It was actually going to be Wisp.

Wisp: *in the corner hiding behind the title* T..thanks. 

Arven+Nemona: *babydoll eyes* B...but why?

Me: Because she was being quiet and respectful. And she's the protagonist anyways soooooo... let's just get started, this is adding to my word count.

"Sorry, just Mr Lazybones over here wouldn't wake up from his dream." Nemona panted, pointing to Arven. "He was telling me about what turned into a mutant log, a really weird dream, gotta say. 'Bout some girl who was being threatened by her dad..."

"And she had black hair which went to her shoulders and hazel brown eyes, a bit like yours." Arven butted in. "Then her dad's hair had been shaved at the sides so he looked punky. The guy was literally raising a fist at her..."

My thoughts trailed away to the event.

Ugh," he muttered to himself. "Thalia, you know how hard it is for me, since Eve's in jail. Work with me. I have to get some money for us. Or you won't see the end of it."  I felt my throat let out a whimper. I didn't want him to go. Mum did even though I told her not to. She just grounded me. I was right, but nobody listens to me. It's not fair.

"But last time you went out with mum, she went jail. And you might as well. And you're doing it all..."

"WRONG, huh? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?! I am trying to keep you alive, and you say I'm doing it wrong!? Look kid," he boomed, taking a menacing step toward me so we were face to face. From this angle he seemed even more frightening with his stress lines in all. His cold, deep blue eyes bore into mine with a look of fury. I quivered. "I am trying my hardest here, and the IPT give me the money that I need. Companies don't want me anymore, so this is the highest paying job that I can turn to."

"Maybe if you didn't do this in the first place none of this would have happened." I muttered under my breath. Father immediately responded by raising his fist in the air above me, threatening me to be quiet. He did this all the time, but this was different. This was a different cold that permeated from it. One that sent me to my knees crying.