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Twenty One

CHASE JONES' POV

I woke up, squinting my eyes as blinding rays of sunlight emerged from the glass window.  An intolerant pain struck my head, and I winced.  The bed suddenly felt so hard, and it took me a while to register that I was on the cold floor.  Silvia was peacefully still sleeping on the bed, a bit of drool around her mouth.  But how was I on the floor?  And why was my head throbbing like hell?  A sudden flash of all the events that occurred flashed before me eyes.  I ran my thoughts down the happenings for a moment, and that was a bad idea since it only increased my head ache.  But shock and surprise made their way into my heart with a sudden and full impact.  

Rebecca Corner is a witch! Damn!!

A thousand questions rushed furiously to my mind.  This can't be possible.  That little playful Rebecca Corner?  A witch?  No way!  But, but, but...she knocked me down yesterday by moving her finger, and I'm damn sure she couldn't have achieved it without magic.  I clutched my head tightly as the thought of the smile on her face tortured my brain.  

I rushed out of my room, leaving Silvia still drooling on my bed.  I broke into Kimberly's room, without magic after a long time.  I didn't understand anything.  Kimberly froze on her tracks on her way to her locker to bed, holding still her underwear that had strawberry designs on it in her frozen hand.  

"Ch-Chase?"  she stuttered, then slowly a gentle and surprised and excited and grateful smile with a ray of hope formed on her little mouth.  For one instant, I smiled back at her.  I haven't talked to her for long.  She's playing a double game.  Silvia told---

But I cleared my mind before anything else can distract me from Becky.  "Where's she?"  I hurriedly put the question.

My sister's lips curved downwards in a blink of time.  "Who?"  she asked, even when she knew whom I wanted.  

"Your friend.  Becky!"

Both her eyebrows shot up and I saw a slight smirk from the end of my eyes, as I shuffled restlessly from one leg to another.  

"Why?"  she inquired with a bigger smirk, annoyance plain on her face. 

"Just tell me, won't you?"  

After a moment of hesitation, she rolled her eyes.  "She left last night at 2.  I just don't know why.  I guess she was so sick of seeing you continuously for two whole days."

My eyes darted up to reach hers.  What the hell was she saying?  She's never been this rude to me.  What now?  I hadn't done anything wrong.  I huffed a sigh and left to my room.  Silvia had woken up and was smoothing her hair when I casually flicked the door open.  She smiled at me; the same sugar sweet smile.  What's wrong with her smile?  It doesn't seem like a real smile.  When people look at a person they love, they smile with their teeth, don't they?  It's not mere stretching of the lips.  

Silvia was staying till lunch today here.  The truth is, I really didn't enjoy her company as well as I expected it to be.  She was complaining for this...that...everything.  She's been brought up by a very rich family, and her parents had pampered her with everything she wanted.  She just couldn't adjust with the discomforts of living with a family like mine.  

My family was well off.  But I can't totally say that we're rich; not so poor and incapable either.  We're happy with my parents' earnings.  What don't we have?  A nice cozy home for four, Television to entertain us, a beautiful kitchen to cook together, and a lot of love.  These are the biggest, but most beautiful things we've achieved with my parents' decent earnings, and all of us are content and satisfied with that.  A happy family!  Nothing else matters more than happiness.