Rarity

Chapter 7

     I pushed past Jace, leaving him in the small hallway. Brigette was still sitting at the table, and had began eating my bowl of cereal.

     "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, snatching the bowl away from her and storming back to my seat.

     "Woah," Brigette laughed. "Someone's feisty."

     "Don't mess with my food. I'm hungry." I mumbled, shoving a bite of corn flakes into my mouth, and blushing in embarrassment when I spilled milk down the front of me.
     Brigette chuckled, turning around in her seat to grab a towel. She tossed it to me, and I began to clean up the mess, not nearly as happy about it as she was.
     Just then, a woman entered the room, nodding to Brigette. She was quite petite, and looked to be about 5'2. Her wiry, straight black hair was pulled loosely into a ponytail, and it didn't look like she was wearing any make up. She had pale skin and thin lips, like you would picture on an angry school teacher. But she still seemed kind, and like someone you could trust. Her face bore wrinkles from smiling too much, and her lips curved into a slight grin. But the one thing that really stood out were her eyes. They were nothing special, but that was exactly why they seemed so out of place. They were a dark brown, so dark you could barely tell where her iris ended and where the pupil began. 

     "Lookin' at my eyes, are ya? Well I ain't no rarity if that's what you're wondering. Just here to help."

     I stared for another minute before nodding.

     "I'm Sara." I replied shakily, standing up and extending my hand. 

     "I know who you are, girl. No need to introduce yourself!" She laughed, ignoring my hand and instead making her way to the fridge and grabbing a plate covered in saran wrap.

     "But if you're not a rarity-"

     "Why am I here? I've already told ya. I help out."

     "Are you and Mill... you know?"

     "If you're referring to what I think ya are, no way in hell. We go back a long ways, but we're friends, and that's all."

     "Well..." Brigette interrupted, a mischievous grin on her face. "That's not entirely true.."

     "For gods sake Brigette! Those days are over and done with, and I'd sure appreciate it if ya stopped trying to set the two of us up!"

      "Fine," She raised her hands in surrender. "Not my fault you two are lonely 'ole grumpy heads."

     "Oh shut it." The woman (who I assumed was Clark) grumbled, unwrapping the dish, and taking a large bite out of a chicken leg.

     Brigette laughed, and turned back to me, her eyes sparkling. I sat back down, continuing to frown and stuff my face with cereal.

     "Oh perk up." She said, shoving my arm.

     "If you haven't noticed, I don;t exactly have a good reason to 'perk up'. Everything seems pretty grey at the moment."

     Her face fell, and her shoulders dropped a bit, "I'm sorry. I just-"

    "Forgot? It's fine. Wish I could do the same." I didn't feel so hungry anymore, and placed my bowl back on the wooden table, making a dull 'thud.

    After a moment of nothing but the sounds of Clark chewing and my foot tapping on the tile floors, the door flew open, crashing into the wall behind it. I jumped, and turned to see Jace, staring wide-eyed at the door. He began to rub the back of his neck, and looked up sheepishly at us.

    "Sorry," he said. "I always forget how easily that door opens. It's basically the only functioning one in the house." With that, he shrugged, and stuck both hands in his pockets. "Anyways, it won't make things better, but I can think of a way to get your mind off it."

    I started to agree, then paused. "Wait, how long have you been listening?"

    "Chill. Loud voices, thin walls. Anyways, since you're obviously just dying to know what this magnificent activity is, I'll spare you the embarrassment of begging to know, and I'll just tell you," he paused, as if still expecting our curiosity to win over, and for us to fall to our knees, like dogs begging for food. "Fine. No need to completely lose your dignity or anything. But I was thinking, we could do a bit of skill training."

    "Exactly what skill would I work with, considering, well, We have no idea what mine is yet."

    'Well, they usually manifest when you feel threatened so... I figure we'll go in there, have Brigette throw some fireballs at ya, and BOOM! We're golden!"

    "How dumb are you? What if I don't? What if I ended up roasted and toasted like a marshmallow over a fire? Cause I'm not exactly eager to die!"

    But you're a highschool student."

    "...and?"

    "Never mind. But if ya really aren't willing to try it, you can just come with us, hang out."

    I looked to Brigette, who shrugged and stood up. 

    "I think it sounds like a good idea. C'mon, it might be fun."

    "Key word, might." I mumbled under my breath, but reluctantly got to my feet.

    Brigette, Jace, and I started out the door, and Clark took a minute away from her chicken to yell after us.

    "Try not to get her killed!"

    "Wow, reassuring."