Self Service

We Fly High

Priscilla practically flew out of the house when she saw the truck outside. After locking her door, she hopped into the truck, landing in Penelope's lap, grinning.

Her siblings all looked at her. "Someone sure got a lot more giddy since breakfast," Phoebe noticed.

"We are going to Tokyo," Priscilla said, moving to lay across Phoebe's lap, resting her legs in Steven's lap. She was grinning so wide, the other six swore her face must hurt.

"You been drinking?" Rakeim wondered.

"Not yet," she sang. "But we are going to be in Tokyo and we are going to have us a good time."

"Breathe on me, Priscilla," Phoebe told her.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Priscilla sat up and breathed on her sister, her eyebrow raised and Phoebe pushed her back down.

"She hasn't been drinking," she told them. "She has been eating chocolate, which is just as bad."

Priscilla rolled her eyes as the driver pulled away from her house. Everyone knew by now that she was addicted to sugar. She didn't try to hide it. Chocolate was her vice. But at least it was legal. Unlike the weed she smoked from time to time when she was really stressed. That was only with her siblings and never in her own house.

When they got to the airport, they headed into the jet and Priscilla plopped down in her seat, taking out her headphones. "When we get to Japan, it's going to be daytime, and we are going to go and have lunch and go shopping. Rest up kids," she told them.

The other six exchanged looks and looked back at her. That was why she was so damn giddy. She had sedatives. She would be asleep for a good portion of the flight.

Everyone strapped up to prepare for takeoff, putting their electronics on airplane mode. Priscilla took out her tablet and put her headphones in. If she was going to be spending the next two weeks with these people in her face, she damn sure didn't need to spend the next twelve hours that way. In fact, she had made sure everyone else was seated before she took her own seat far away from the other six. Because love them as she may, she was still more of a loner. Having their company was great. When she wanted it.

When they were airborne, the first person to come and fuck with her was naturally Penelope, coming and plopping right in her lap. It was always her youngest sister. No one else felt as much need to bother her because it wasn't as fun for them. Penelope, though, just couldn't help herself. Priscilla swore she liked when she was mean to her.

"Words that rhyme with tree," she ordered.

Priscilla decided to humor her baby sister, looking up to think of the first words she could say that rhymed with tree. Very few came to mind, since she wasn't just thinking of rhyming words.

"Me, thee, sea, knee..."  She got stuck. She knew there were more, but they weren't coming into mind at present. Penelope rolled her eyes.

"How are you forgetting the most obvious one?"

Priscilla frowned, trying to think of other words that rhymed with tree. She wasn't a big fan of rhyming. Needless to say, she didn't do it very often and especially not on purpose.

"We!"

"I'm more of a soloist. I don't use the word 'we' often," Priscilla said, pushing Penelope off her lap.

It was true. Priscilla wasn't a big fan of "we". The word "I" was a frequent visitor. Even "you". "You and I" and "you and me". But very rarely ever "we".