Chapter 4
I stared into blue eyes so like my own but not. Mine sparkled and
practically glowed, or so I have been told. These eyes were cold and
evil, like the eyes of a demon. Mom looked back and forth between Morgan
and me as we engaged in our staring match. Did this bitch think she was
going to cause me to look away first? I don't think so. Ha. Why was I doing
this exactly? No reason. We happened to meet eyes over the breakfast
table and it went from there. I know I was stooping down to her level but
dammit I had my pride, and the spawn already thought she had bigger balls
than me. No way was I going to give her something to gloat over. The
little hooker would never let a weakness go unexploited.
"Are you two done yet?" asked Mom with a bored tone, as she cut into her
eggs.
Morgan blinked and looked at Mom. Boo-yah. That's what I thought. Smugly,
I shot her a full on shit-eating grin. Mom gave me a look and the grin
quickly slipped from my face. You win this round Mom. But the battle is
far from over. I mentally slapped myself. Wow. I had to lay off the Sci-Fi
channel for a while. I was beginning to sound like one of their bad
Sci-Fi Friday villains.
The bright rays of the sun streamed in through the window throwing golden
oblongs of sunshine on the kitchen floor. Sunday mornings in the Summers
household was always spent at the kitchen table. We usually never ate
together except for this day. It had been two days since Friday, the day
I faced my first preternatural creature on my own. You would think seeing
that decapitated zombie would have given me nightmares. But it didn't.
And that worried me. Maybe in my past life I was this ruthless warrior
who killed and felt no remorse. I wasn't like that. I didn't want to be
like that. Being a sociopath was so not attractive.
"Do you guys have any plans today?" asked Mom, biting into her French
toast.
Morgan shrugged. "Me and Hailey plan on catching up on One Tree Hill.
We missed a few episodes because of Drill Team practice."
I rolled my eyes. "Please. You guys are on a middle school drill team.
How can your practice sessions run till that late into the evening?"
"If you participated in anything athletic," snapped Morgan, quickly. "I'm
sure you would understand how hard practices are. Wait I forgot. You have
your little nerd meetings after school don't you? Do you guys discuss the
meaning of cool and how you lack it?"
I shook my head. Sad, sad, sad little girl. "You honestly have no idea
how a high school works." I looked at the ceiling, smiling wistfully.
