"You despicable human being!!!" I screamed up the stairs.
A tousled blonde head popped it's head over the railing soon followed by a huge grin.
"What?" he shouted back down.
In reply I waved the empty Krispy Cream bag around like a mad woman. He laughed hysterically and waved at me before disappearing back to his room.
I sighed. That had been the only reason I had clambered out of my glorious, warm, cozy, angelic bed on this fine Saturday morning, and only to find it had been stolen at the hands of Zeke, my younger brother... devil brother. Quite litterally actually, stupid mischief spirit, I have to watch everything around him or else POOF it's gone. Or horribly and permanently altered, but usually gone.
I threw the useless bag into the trashcan and trudged back up the stairs and into my room. My closet beckoned to me and I answered the call. I looked through my assortment of skinny jeans. I don't mean to brag but I probably have ever color of skinny jeans known to man. They are my prized possessions.
"dark purple." I mused and my closet brought them straight out, folded neatly and everything.
"grey v-neck, black scarf and all black converse." was my next command and in no-time it all lay in front of me.
"Thanks closet." I said as I grabbed the cloths and walked back into my room.
"You are welcome person." it replied, the smart ass.
I ignored it and changed, "Time?" I called out.
"7:49" my room told me.
I cursed and hopped out of my room tugging on my converse.
"Zeke!" I called, "You better be ready, we're late!"
I ran down the stairs with him close behind, we grabbed our dog tags and ran out the door.
"Lock." I commanded the house as we ran off the porch and down the street.
Luckily the Hall isn't too far away from our street. We slowed as we neared the line to get in and stood panting at the end of it. I stared at the girl in front of us with interest, she had neon blue hair, while bright colors aren't out of the ordinary in the spirit world, blue was. I'd only seen it on one person before and that was when I was little. Wonder what type of spirit she is, I thought not without a hint of jealousy. I've always wanted a cool hair color and style, but mine is black and hangs pin straight to my mid torso.
I was ripped out of my thoughts by the loud conversation some of the people behind us were having.
"They're lying to us. I know for sure that the war has gotten worse!" one man said.
"Yeah!" another agreed, "What did we expect though? How long could we have kept the Solids at bay? They're just too strong and don't give a damn about getting hacked to bits. Why should they? Not like they can feel it!"
A woman in front of us snorted, " You can bitch all you want but you'd be lost without the Sturdies and whatever they chose today you'll do. So shut up."
They grumbled into an uneasy silence. Zeke looked at me questioningly.
" Zeke you know the Sturdies, they make the rules and they chose what we do in times of war like now. You know the Solids too, remember all those zombie stories the kid Sturdies like?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well those are pretty much the Solids, instead of moving on when they die and being reborn as a spirit type like us they cling to an emotion like greed, hate or anger and they get stuck in the body they died in."
"So they are dead?" Zeke whispered.
"Dead." I said with a nod.
We had reached the door and the blue haired girl moved to stand on a red square in the door-frame.
"Essely Marcai, 17, sky spirit." The door read out then the square turned green and she entered the Hall.
Zeke stepped up next with one of his signature Cheshire grins.
"Ezekeil Statro, 11, mischief spirit."
The square turned green and he entered. He'd wait for me inside then we'd find seats, hopefully some good ones were left.
I stepped forward onto the square.
"Hallow Statro, 15, death spirit."
I heard the people behind me stop talking and I could feel their eyes on my back, I lowered my head in shame and shuffled into the building. I hated telling people my spirit, hated the look of disgust closely followed by iether ignorance, pity or anger that I exist.
Zeke grabbed my arm and led me to two seats.
"second row, not bad." I said in his ear, trying to be heard over the crowd.
He gave me a thumbs up and we sat down as Prime Minister Triar walked up to the podium. The Hall grew quiet as everyone listened intently.
"Ahem." Triar began, he's hands were shaking visibly and sweat covered his forehead. He had aged noticably since the war began. That's the thing with Sturdies, they age, and fast too. Not even sure why they're called Sturdies. Oh well, at least they don't fall apart like Solids.
"Ahem, I'm sure you've all been waiting to hear news on the war, but sadly it is not good news. The solids have broken our frontline and are advancing on Serrus."
The news sank in and we all stared. Serrus is only 34 miles from here.
"And so," he said slowly, " if you'll all stay seated, evacuation procedures will begin shortly."
Evacuation? but... to evacuate you go with your spirit type and Zeke's not in my group...
No one is.
