Mind Games

Chapter 04

"What? You're kidding me, right young lady?"

Sighs, Mom, Mom, Mom...

"Huh?" The girl looked confused. As well as I, because really... Wasn't the Ceremony supposed to start at 10AM?

"The Ceremony, it said on the paper that it was supposed to start at 10AM", I said before Mom would yell it out.

You could literally tell she was pissed off. Red face, pursed lips, blazing eyes--- the girl was just asking for it.

The girl, she suddenly looked nervous.

"Oh, um. You see, what-what had happened was that we made... we made a typo."

I blinked, Mom blinked. Wha? Did she just say typo? Like in mistakenly typed something incorrect? Was she serious? Like, seriously...?

"T-typo?" Mom asked looking surprised. Looks like I wasn't the only one who didn't see that coming.

The girl nodded hesitantly. "And, uh, by the way, you can call me Sarah."

Mom and I stared at Sarah for another second, before I suddenly burst out laughing. It was funny, okay? The way she looked. Like she was on the verge of dying because maybe one of us would strangle her. Well, actually, the situation probably could turn out that way.

Here's why I thought Mom might strangle her. Its simple really. Because Mom rushed over here thinking that she was going to be late, when in reality she wasn't, and could've been spending valuable time with Mic.

See, simple. It wasn't hard to guess that though. After all, Mom was obsessed with the guy. Like real obsessed, obsessed.

"W-what's so funny?" Sarah squeaked.

"Oh relax. You're not going to die today."

Mom, frowning, turned to me. "Can-Can, why would she die today?"

Instead, I shook my head and looked over to the right side of the theater-like auditorium. It was full of students who, for some reason, looked like they were in an argument with the opposite side of the auditorium.

"What's happening over there?" I asked.

"Oh, it's something that happens all the time. For now, please sit on the F.P side of the auditorium", Sarah answered.

"F.P? Would you mind telling me what that stands for, young lady?" Mom still looked pissed.

"Y-yeah. Flying Pig."

WTH? Flying Pig? What sane person would come up with a name like that?

"Flying Pig?" Mom asked taken aback.

"Yes, everything will be explained during the Ceremony", Sarah concluded.

Before Mom and I could even move an inch from our spot...

"Well, well. If it isn't Miss Dendruf", a voice drawled, over the noise, behind us.

We turned around to find a girl with blonde curls smiling mischievously at Sarah. She had an air of arrogance about her that made me roll my eyes. Snotty, conceited rich people. (Well I was assuming she was rich. Rich people tended to get all "I got the money, you don't. I'm boss, you're not. So do what I say." Right, don't they get like that?)

"Olivia, Miss Dendruf's preparing for her speech. So it really isn't Miss Dendruf. Just me, Sarah Ann O'Hara", Sarah sighed.

"Lying isn't good for you, Dendruf. Besides, how could I forget that ugly, misshapen face of yours?"

I looked between the two and had the urge to slap some sense into the girl, Olivia. She was seriously already irritating me. Sarah was obviously telling the truth. And not only that, but I now didn't know where Mom went because I'd been distracted, listening to her gibberish.