Humorously Balanced

Chapter 2: To Curse a Curse

Author's Note: So sorry it took so long to update.

I wake up sometime later to the sweet smell of my sister's tomato soup - and yelling voices.

Crap. I check my pulse and notice that balance levels are dropping. Rapidly.

I jump up and run into our hole of a living room. There before my eyes the three of my sisters are yelling as loud as they possibly can, each trying to be heard over another.

I stick my fingers in the sides of my mouth and blow as hard as I can. An ear splitting high pitched whistle comes out and catches their attention.

Suddenly all eyes are on me. Glaring at me I should say.

"Quit yelling!" I shout. "Balance levels are low!"

"I'm sorry!" Phoebe shouts. "Is it my fault the power went off and the computers had to be rebooted?"

"I'm sorry about that Phoebe. I know you're a techie, but you can't blame every little power outage on the rest of us." I say.

"No. You don't understand. Bailey laughed!"

"Laughed at the fact that the power went out or the fact that you got frustrated that the power went out?" I asked. "Come on you guys. I know it gets tense but really, these stupid things shouldn't create such big arguments!"

"I bet you one of the nymphs down the path did it!", mumbled Brianna. "They got mad at me for making a wind storm the other day. This was probably their way of getting back at us."

Bailey shrugged. "I just don't think it's very fair that every little thing we does affects the rest of the world."

"Like heck it's not fair!" Phoebe shouted. "Why should we have to have these awful jobs! Why can't we live a normal life like any other nymph or spirit or dryad anyway?"

"Calm down! I shout over her. "Consider yourself lucky you have such an important role in life. Someone's got to do it!"

"Well Yasmine, you're right. Somebody has got to do it! But I'm not! I can't take this anymore! I've done it for thousands of years already!"

"Phoebe, you don't have to be so lazy. Why do you think we gave you the computer job?" Brianna offers.

"Brianna please just shut up!" Phoebe roars. "Screw this! I can't take it anymore!"

"Don't say that!" Bailey interjects. "You can. We are all in this together!"

"Curse Hera! Curse Hera for putting us into existence! If she weren't spending all her time crushing on Hippocrates and spending more time helping women and labor and keeping Zeus out of trouble maybe... Just maybe she wouldn't of created us." Phoebe roars.

"Don't you dare say that! Take that back!" I shout.

"No! I will not take it back!" Phoebe screams. "Hera had to just stick her big fat crooked nose into all of Hippocrates' theories and get the great idea that if she created us it would make the old bastard like her!" Phoebe looked upwards and shouted, "Well did that work Hera? Are you with Hippocrates now? Or are you still stuck with your cheating husband Zeus? Who's he with now? Madonna? Shakira? How's that childbirth thing going for you? Oh wait, no! That's our job now too! You lazy fat old hag!"

"Stop it!" Bailey screams.

Phoebe shook her fist at the sky and turned towards the rest of us. After taking a few deep breaths she said, "I'm going to take a nap. Good luck trying to save the millions of lives I just put in danger."