Karma wears stilettos (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty Two: And you chose Tiger print?

I burst out laughing.

"Didn't you make the same joke in chapter thirteen?" I patted her on the shoulder, "I mean I know it's hard to keep up with all my witty humor, but if you have to resort to re-telling jokes..."

Also, dear readers I'm fully aware how much I'm damaging the fourth wall. I literally pull out a damn brick every chapter. And I enjoy it, fully and entirely. I even dance on the fourth walls remains.

That's right, I have become self aware.

Feel free to comment on my bad-assery

"Hayden," Charlotte groaned, "I really am Karma!"

"Nice try, karma is a force of the universe. You are a lying, cheating brat with horrible taste in clothing."

"This is your dress."

"Oh."

"What will it take to prove it to you?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, "I mean if the floating medusa hair wasn't enough."

"There's nothing you could do to prove it to me," I scoffed.

"Oh really?" she raised an eyebrow and smirked. And I felt slightly concerned even though I knew I didn't have any reason to worry, it's not like she had any powers, right?

Right?

Charlotte snapped her fingers and my window opened immediately.

"How did you-"

"Shush, wait for it."

I watched the window intently for a few minutes, not knowing what to expect. And soon enough a small bird flew into my room, a tiny little sparrow, chirpping happily as it flew around my room.

"Awh it's so cute!" I cooed.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked.

I snorted. "Yeah, nice trick Houdini, A+ work."

She glared at me, narrowing her eyes. "Get her."

The little sparrow's happy chirps immediately turned into cries of war as it attacked me, pecking violently and nipping my ears.

And it flipping hurt.

"Ow, ow! what the actual hell! Ow!" I yelped. "Make it stop!"

"Stop," she said and the bird immediately stopped, perching itself  on my shoulder.

I had to admit I was slightly impressed, even though I now had multiple wounds.

"So what you're some kinda bird whisperer?" I asked, rubbing my neck and several other spots where the treacherous bird had got me.

She facepalmed, "No, oh my God, what do I have to do to prove to you I'm actually karma."

"I don't know, do something Karma-y," I deadpanned.

I didn't expect her to actually take me seriously.

"You know what," she said slowly, "That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Get dressed, we're going out."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked looking down at my black hoodie and grey sweatpants.

"Uh, that," she snickered, pointing to my shoulder, where a large mess of bird poo remained in the place of the little sparrow.

Aw, crap.

Literally.

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