Mad

Soon.

"What is this?" Harper was pointing at a drawing on my desk. Curiosity filled her eyes.
"Ava came in with crayons so we started doodling"
"You couldn't find any paper?"
"She brought crayons not paper. C'mon Harper keep up"

She laughed and I could tell she was comfortable with me. Its kind of cool how she is starting to open up to us now. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at it longer.

"Okay. Who drew a penis?"
"What?!"
I walked over to my desk and looked at where she was pointing.

"Harper that's a rocket ship!"
"The tip is pink"
"Well Ava likes pink"
"So she drew it?
"No I drew it"

She stared at me with amusement all over her face. She could barely contain her laughter so it came exploding out of her.

"Harper!!!! Its a rocket ship!!!"
She started to mock me.
"Scarlett its a penis"
I slapped her arm.

"Ow! hey just because you can't draw doesn't mean you can be violent!"

We laughed but I still felt embarrased.
"Where is she anyway?" Harper asked sitting back down in her favorite chair.
"Who?"
"Ava."
"Oh she's meeting with the psychiatrist"
"So does that mean Victoria isn't coming?"
"I don't know"

Harper hated Victoria with a passion. She thinks that she is an annoying girl who always has to be the center of attention.

"I really hope she has the sense to stay in her own room"

Harpers laugh was loud and highpitched but it soon came to a halt.

"Do you hear that?"
Although I stopped laughing I failed to hear what she heard.

"All I hear is kid from room 356 screaming again"

"Ssshh! Listen past that"
I tried to do what she asked but I couldn't. He was screaming too loudly.

"Oh my god" she said.
"What? What is it?"

"Victoria's coming"

"What?"

How would she even-

Suddenly my door flew open ruining my thoughts. It actually was victoria.

I turned to Harper who had her face buried in my blanket.
"How did you do that?"

"How did who do what?" Said Victoria. She was smiling at first but when she saw Harper her face changed and she looked disgusted.

"She knew you were coming before you even came through the door" I sad ignoring the face she made.

She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't make out.

"What'd you say about me?" Harper sat up straight looking directly at her as if she was ready to fight and I have no doubt in my mind that she would.

"I said. It's probably because You're a witch."
"Shut the hell up princess."
"Harper its okay if your jealous of me"
"Why would I be jealous of a toothpick?"
Harper began to walk towards her and her fists were clenched as if she was about to throw them.
Usually seeing two people fight would amuse me but since they both were my friends I didn't feel like picking sides.
"Hey. Guys calm the hell down okay? Damn."

After seconds of locked stares Harper backs away and sits down in the desk chair.
What if they did fight?
I pictured Victoria sprawled out on the floor after one punch. She would not stand a chance, after all she's not only skinnier than Harper, but she's also two inches shorter.

Without knowing it I began to laugh. The image just kept replaying in my head over and over again. I couldn't help it, it would have been so funny. For me anyway, I react to certain things differently.