The Third War

Chapter Sixty Five: Kristy

One, I had one beautifully quiet day without Jerry the annoying and un-trustworthy parrot boy. One day where I got to pretend I'd never met the boy. One day with him gone simply because he was afraid to show up.

Wise choice too, I'd have punched his sorry nose into next week. Probably.

I sat drawing my cats again paying careful attention to Harry. Zoe sat quietly in her room playing her keyboard. A sudden knock caused my pencil to scrape across the page putting a line right through Harry's detailed face which I had spent thirty minutes on.

"Who is it?" I demanded angrily while scribbling the line out with my eraser.

"Me."

I recognized the voice of my wonderful father suddenly popping up in my life.

"Me who?"

He sighed, "Your father, Kristy."

I smirked glad to have annoyed him, "Yes?"

"I'm not talking to a door," he snapped impatiently.

"Okay, okay," I muttered while standing up and opening the door. "What do you want?"

His expression matched the annoyance in his voice, "Please tell me why Zoe is hanging out with the peanut gallery."

Zoe's...in her room...or was...an hour ago...or two. "Who now?"

"Jeremy and his idiot friends. Just, come see, you'll understand."

I mentally face palmed now regretting not checking for her earlier, "Alright. One minute."

I grabbed my trench coat and poured my cat's some food in their paint can before following him out. We walked into a hall a few floors below mine. He pushed a door open revealing a noisy cafeteria with a good hundred people eating, talking, and laughing.

"Where...?" I trailed off spotting a table where Jeremy, Verny, Charlie, David, Hazel, and Zoe sat.

All of them, excluding Zoe of course, were contributing the most to the loud atmosphere. Charlie was shoving donuts in his mouth while Jeremy and David counted every one he shoved in. "I'm going-"

Daddy dearest caught my arm, "Just wait."

I shrugged him off before leaning against the wall watching the table. I crossed my arms angrily upon realizing the way I stood mirrored my dad's stance.

Jeremy shouted, "TWELVE, THIRTEEN!"

David yelled, "FOURTEEN!" as Charlie ate the last one off the plate.

"OHHHHH!" The three boys yelled while Hazel shook her head and Verny smirked.

Face palm, face palm, face palm.

Charlie let out a mumbled, "Uh oh!"

"Don't you dare!" Hazel's shout was followed by Charlie losing all the donuts onto the table.

I put my hand on my forehead not able to look at the sight. Veronica sighed, "You're a disgusting idiot."

Then you go together well, I looked back up.

Charlie smiled wiping his mouth, "Please, I can do more than that." He grabbed a pea off Jeremy's plate, swallowed it, then proceeded to shoot it out of his nose.

"Ok," I started toward the table, "Time to end this."

He shot another one out and it landed in front of Zoe.

.....

Zoe looked down at it for a moment before taking her fork, picking the pea up, putting it on the end, and slamming her fist down on the prongs so it flew right back into Charlie's face.