One Is Never Enough

Chap 1

Oh my god.

This was not happening to me.

Not now, not ever.

I slit one eye open, willing it to be all a dream. Nope. Still there.

Shit. Oh, my holy mac and cheese.

The bathroom was a mess. The water from the now dormant tap had overflowed and covered the floor. And all the shampoos and soaps and, oh god knows what, was all over the tub and the sink and, idont even want to know what was that gooey, slime thing that was dripping from the mirror.

THE MIRROR!

I was officially hyperventilating. The mirror, was cracked.

Some of you may brush it off as nothing, and just go to ikea to replace it.

But, in a family like mine, you can never brush off a broken mirror.

My family consisted of my dad Michael, my Aunt Evelyn and my Aunt Esther.

Who was currently banging away on the door.

"Mich Gallen! Unlock this door right now! Or I'm going to blast this bloody door into nothing but smithereens!" That was a threat. And my aunt never not carry out her threats.

"Uh..Coming! just soaking really long in a tub full of water. You know me!" I let out an awkward laugh as I tried to cap on all the body shampoos and whatnot. With a humph, I tied my hazel hair hastily with a scrunchie. The dirty blonde highlights--au natural--shone with droplets under the white lights.

I glanced at the mirror as I bit my lip frantically. Oh shit. My brown eyes seem to be even more duller now as I assessed my situation.

Fight or flight.

"And the water overflowed and so the floor out here is dripping?" Aunt Esther stated and I could just imagine her checking her nails out as she leaned against the door. She was the type of woman who went for French mani-pedis five times a week, went for spas almost everyday ad went to the salon each week. Her hair was pretty auburnish red, now. Maybe next week she would have purple hair like Barney. I have never seen her natural hair colour. Yup. She's that vain.

"Um...yeah." I muttered, and resorted to magic. With a wave of my fingers, I tried to conjure up an image of a clean bathroom. All repaired, restored and spotlessly clean.

Not happening.

As I waved my fingers and closed my eyes, the most horrendous thing happened. My aunt unlocked the door and strode in, and the bottled of shampoo on the floor went to her head and scrubbed her. The soap begin rubbing itself on her and the tap started to overflow. Again. I screamed as Aunt Esther opened her mouth and toothpaste squirted itself into her opened mouth. The lotions in the cabinet started slathering themselves onto her and the medicine bottles were just emptying itself.

I screamed.

"What? What's wrong? What happened?" Aunt Evelyn ran in and the shampoos and soap gave her the same treatment they gave Aunt Esther. A shocked giggle let out of my mouth and I covered it hastily.

"STOP!" Shit. The bottles of stuff just dropped limply onto the floor. My aunts were dripping with everything and...oh my holy mac and cheese. They just collapsed onto the floor.

"MICH GALLEN!" my dad stood at the open door of the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest and legs apart.

I was in deep shit.

And now, I was in the living room with my aunts cleaned up and my dad pacing the floor.

"Oh dear. Michael, do sit down, you're making me dizzy." Aunt Evelyn said, as she slumped onto the couch with a sigh.