It had been only forty-five minutes, and Flora Martinez's babysitting gig was not going well. The kitchen was flooded. A room was on fire. And the entire house was shrouded in darkness.
Flora hated when Marie left her in charge.
But she knew that Swift couldn't do it since he would hold a grudge against Rose, Rose couldn't do it since she was eleven and untamable, and Star couldn't do it because he would always side with Rose. So who did that leave? Poor Flora.
You would think that with three siblings she would be used to watching children, Unfortunately, it wasn't the same. There was no comforting smells, no jolly clutter that her siblings had made, and certainly no one speaking her first language of Spanish. Flora often wondered if Rose felt the same way. She was multilingual, speaking Swiss German, French, and English. Her mother had been from France, all the way on Earth, but moved to Switzerland to get away from Rose's father, Sol, god of the sun. Who was also the brother of Star's mother, Luna, goddess of the moon.
Yeah, it was complicated.
"FLORA!" There was a shriek of three voices that snapped Flora out of her train of thought. Sighing, she sprinted upstairs to attempt to solve some of the household problems before Marie got home. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, a frying pan skimmed her eye and her socks were immediately filled with water.
"Star," She called over the clatter of Rose and Swift's rages. "Bring me my Call Book."
"Which one?" Flora smiled. It was always nice to remember that Star liked organization as much as her. Poor Marie tried, but the two were much neater than her.
"Bird Call." She answered, as she began to grow ivy upward to stop the two (they never noticed during any of their fights someone was attempting to cease the battle). As Star ran outside, Flora couldn't help but listening to the screaming.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH TEDDY!" Rose roared. She threw a ball of fire into the vines. The ground began to sizzle.
"DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW!" Swift cackled, swooping his arch-nemesis into a tornado of water. She screamed, but it was not in terror. Flora was amazed to see she was still yelling loudly.
"GIVE HIM BACK!"
"YOU WISH!"
"I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!"
"WE LIVE IN THE SAME HOUSE!"
"I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP, AND I KNOW YOU KISS YOUR PILLOW AT NIGHT!"
"MORE ACTION THEN YOU'RE GETTING!"
"I'M ELEVEN!" She screamed in fury, launching a fireball at Swift. He was knocked off his feet, demolishing the water tornado and flooding the ground. With a screech Rose threw herself at Swift. He tried to fight back, but the young girl shoved him against the wall and began choking him.
"Rose let him go!" Flora cried, exasperated. She sprinted outside to find Star, still searching for her Call Book. "Oh my gosh it shouldn't be taking this long!"
"I'm sorry!" He said, busying around inside Flora's shed. "They must've moved it."
"So they could beat the s*** out of each other," Flora muttered under her breath. Always one step ahead of me, she thought in frustration. Well they had done it now. She reached her hands into the grass and slowly began to pull dirt out of the ground. The Earth began to rumble around her, green botany surrounding her in a swirl.
Star looked on in fear as she went from 5'3 to 10 feet tall, with glazed gray eyes. She turned around and stormed back in the house, busting down the door.
They now appeared to be in some sort of boxing match. But Flora was at the point of no return. "STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Plants tied themselves around Swift and locked him to the wall.
Rose was laughing until Flora did the same her on the other side of the wall. "NOW CLEAN UP!" She roared. In terror, Swift evaporated all the water and Rose swirled all the trash up in a fireball and threw it out the window.
"I'm lost for words." She flipped around to see Marie standing there with Star behind her. Flora dropped Rose and Swift to the ground and began to shrink back down.
The silence was frightening. Rose and Swift had faces of guilt, while Flora watched Marie to see her reaction.
"Not sure insurance will cover that..." Star muttered.
Sorry its so bad. I began writing this in 5th grade and I have no idea where it was going, so you could say im trying to piece back the story I once thought of. Thanks for reading if ya did.
Published 09/02/18
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Winter Flame
Fantasy"Guard her with your life. She is the last winter flame." "You mean this pesky eleven year old is our only hope?" "Yes."