I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Twenty-Three: Marshmallow Twists and Magazines are Always a Good Pairing

-- Violet's POV --

Well, it's been roughly two months since we came to school, and it's now October. The girl's relationships have been going soon, and I swear Rayna and Harry will get married as soon as they are of age. Abi and I, we're still single Pringles, but we don't mind.

"OH MY GOSH, REALLY, TIME MAGAZINE? REALLY, NATIONAL ENQUIRER? REALLY, J-14?" Rayna shouts as she throws up her phone which promptly lands on her stomach. "Well, that didn't hurt as much as two months ago." She says quietly, before throwing her hands over her eyes. "Why are you shouting at the magazines? You do know that they can"t hear you, correct?" Brooklyn checks with Rayna, pointing at her with her pen, looking up from some paper. "Yeah, I know that." She grumbles. "So what's the matter?" Abi pressed.

"They're publishing something new in Time Magazine and etcetera, but it still is about the King!" Rayna rants. "What's it about this time?" I ask. I see Abi smacking Jessica in the arm and mouthing "Pay attention." to her. "APPARENTLY, AFTER , YOU KNOW, LIKE, FOURTEEN YEARS, HE HAS FINALLY DECIDED TO LOOK FOR HIS KIDS!" She rant-screams, waving her arms around like she's on a roller coaster.

"You know, although he is an awesome ruler, King Clarkson is pretty bad when it comes to parenting." Jessica remarks. "You got that right." I snort.

"Marshmallow twists, anyone?" Abi finally says, extracting a bag of the pink, yellow, and blue twists of heaven out of her trunk. "ME! ME, ME ME!!" I shout, before tacking on a polite "Please." onto the end. "Here ya go." Abi says passing the bag. "I'll have some, too!" Cheers Brooklyn, who I toss the bag to. "Pass the bag, please." Jessica says after Brooklyn finishes raiding the bag, then chucks it over to me.

"I want some, too!" Rayna semi-whines, lazily stretching out her arms. I sock the bag at her, and it hits her in the face. "Sorry." I apologize sheepishly. "It's alright." She says quickly, sticking a hand inside the now near-empty bag. "Today just isn't your day for catching things, is it, Rayna?" Brooklyn sighs the rhetorical question.