A Very Unwelcome Invitation

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We learn something every day, and lots of times it's that what we learned the day before was wrong

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We learn something every day, and lots of times it's that what we learned the day before was wrong.

— Bill Vaughan

"You. Are. In. So. Much. Trouble!" My sister greeted me, hands on her hips. She was the picture of an avenging angel, her eyes blazing with righteous fury.

"Hallo to you, too!" I responded, attempting to push her aside, so I would be able to step into our house.

I had been deep in thought, trying to understand a mathematical problem our teacher had presented us with today.

Which was why I thought my sister's behavior odd, but not completely out of character. I suspected that I must have done something to upset her and her recently developed teenage hormones were making everything seem ten times more dramatic than it actually was.

"The police called."

That caught my attention.

"For you!"

And stopped me short.

Dread flooded my entire system with waves of ice-cold energy, my stomach plummeted and cold sweat broke out on my hands and face.

No!!

"What did they say?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse. I had to use all my self-control to utter these few words and make them sound nonchalant.

"Come in!" Tina urged me impatiently. "The neighbors might hear us!" With that, she stepped aside, allowing me to walk past her into the house in a daze.

Mist!

I unceremoniously dumped my school bag on the floor in the middle of the hallway and turned to my sister, who was closing the door.

"Let's go up!" She commanded. "It's more comfortable in the living room."

I followed her retreating back, silently climbing the steps leading upstairs. God, no! I had almost forgotten about last weekend's incident! I honestly had not thought that there would be any more consequences. . .

Well, I had been wrong!

Obviously.

"All right," Tina said in a no-nonsense voice, plopping down on one of the couches. Her eyes were blazing into mine and her face was set in a deep frown.

I gulped nervously. "Ha. . . tsi, . . .tsi, . . .tsi!" My body being rattled by a sneezing fit, I decided to sit down on a couch as well, in spite of my nervousness.

"Spill! Why did they call for you?" She demanded.

"Please, tell me first what they wanted!" I beseeched my little sister, giving her all my attention. I really needed to know what I was up against, before I was poised enough to tell her anything.

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