Sororities (NaNoWriMo)

Chapter 14

Recap from Chapter 13:

I went to sleep that night, hardly seeing Jack all day. I feel when the spell is taken off of you, you become as tired as if you had gotten no sleep in the last month. I left him be. 

I was running, from nothing that can be described with words, but will instill the fear of 10,000 men inside of you. The creature had long black hair (that was fire burning red at the very tips), gross fingernails (painted pink to look more intriguing), and raspy skin color of the clouds, leaving in the distance. I fell and awoke from my awful nightmare. 

I couldn’t find Lillian, who must have jumped out of my bed and went to her own. I checked downstairs, where Mom and Chris was playing with Lillian. I looked in the garage, where the cage door was wide open. 

“MOM!” I screamed, and she ran around, making sure I was safe, before noticing the cage door. 

“Crap!” She yelped, noticing movement and returning with brick and three of Chris’ 100 pound dumbbells. She piled them up, and so no one could get in. She also locked the garage door from being opened in order to keep them inside til the police came.

Suddenly, there was sirens and the garage door was lifted up. Before silence, I could hear my father’s voice, threatening if the officers didn’t let go of him. Sally was cooped up in the car, probably sticking her middle finger up at me. 

Hopefully, that is over for now. 

I laid down on my bed, when I felt little hands on my legs. I saw Lillian, who loved her baby phase and crawls around everywhere, playing with my feet. I picked her up and smiled. Welcome to Tickleland, baby sister. 

She quickly ran down stairs, the most I have ever seen her go on two legs since she was born. I chased her down, until she was tightly squeezing my mother's leg. 

"Save me! SAVE ME!" She screamed, before bursting into giggles. She is the cutest. I picked her up, over my shoulder, and ran upstairs, dealing with pinching from Lillian. 

Welcome to TickleWorld, Lillian of the United States of America. (dramatic music)

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After a few minutes of playing with Lillian, I grabbed my laptop. I pulled up my classes, which mainly ran online since Ms. Vlaydon ran the school. I noticed English was as blabbery as usual, just one thing was missing. Emily. Oh yeah, she was gone until Ms. Vlaydon was gone forever. 

I paced around my room, trying not to think of my personal problems, but a huge cliffhanger for my book, which is due in English class next time. I will be sending it via email. I was about finished with my book, which was receiving many reads a day. It was currently at 48, 543, 210 reads. I was proud. Not only had the majority of Wattpad, my English teacher, and the class read my book, but so had a Sourcebooks editor. He wants to publish it. 

I looked online, a series written by a British woman named Natasha Preston. Her cliffhanger was perfect, and left the readers on the edge of their seats. It had imagery, while bringing you to the cliff’s end, ready to start a new beginning. 

Chapter 50 - Final Chapter (copyrighted)

I was ready, to finish my senior year in college with flying colors. All I had to do was kiss my teacher’s butts and learn what makes them raise my grade. I pulled on my Ray-Bands, blue T-shirt and blue jeans, throwing on my MIT sweatshirt on top. I combed my brown hair to straight, and walked out to my boyfriend. 

I was there. He was not. 

Then I saw him.

He was sitting underneath someone, a girl. She had her knees on either side of his legs, while Caleb was kissing her on the neck. He opened his eyes, and saw me. My eyes started to tear up, rushing back into the dorm. He threw the girl off, and chased after me. Before he could reach me, I was locking my door and crying my eyes. 

“Kaylee, I can explain.” He pleaded with me, but it didn’t work. Nothing could wash away that image I just saw. 

I sat there, quietly, motionless, trying to figure out what I should do next. I couldn’t just leave it at that. My fans would hate me. I closed my laptop and grabbed a banana before heading back to Jack’s room. 

He was awake, sitting straight up in his bed, looking tired. Dang it, now I have to give up my banana-phone. 

I handed the banana to him, and he took it willingly. He’s slept the past three days, what do expect from him? 

“Hey, you took my banana-phone!” I yelped, smiling and brushing the hair out of his eyes. He looked better that way. 

“I have been sleeping for ... “ He started to say, but since he just woke up, he didn’t know how many days he has been sleeping for. 

“3 days. Fine, but still.” I gave him a kid-slap. 

“Oh, it’s on Conley.” He announced, and soon we were lying on the bed, tickling each other. I ran off and locked my bedroom door, before hearing a banging. 

“Loser!” He screamed. I opened the door a little and poked him. 

“Winner!” I replied, and there was nothing else.

Not even a peep.

I again opened the door to check to see if my boyfriend was still out there. He was, and he attacked me before I could do anything. 

Now I am a member of Tickleland, KARMA!

3 hours later...

I stood there, in a velvet evening dress Chris’ manager bought for me. We are going out on a yacht in celebration of the new Thor movie high tidal waves of incoming profits. Yes, my “dad” owns a yacht. 

I was helped aboard by a cute assistant, flirtily throwing a wink at me to show his care. Maybe he knows my “dad” is Chris Hemsworth, and wants a promotion. I dropped my handbag on accident, and instead of the cute assistant, Jack picked it up. 

“No, little miss flirt.” He whispered in my ear, as we walked into the yacht.