Thalia

Chapter 7: Jewel Effect

Chapter 7: Weakness Jewel

The rest of my atypical, freak-show weekend went by restlessly and even more confusing. I had finally learned to control my random outbursts of floating, went to church, found out that fish can't live in tap water, my burn has finally healed and disappeared and I learned that I can't stand Tom Cruise. Who goes as a guest star on 'The Soup' and trashes my mom's fashion line? She's not the best but she definitely isn't the 'Worst fashion designer that lives in the state of Virginia'. Scrunch Bag, that's why Katie Holmes is leaving you, jerk.

It's Monday and I'm looking forward to absolutely nothing but the fact that I can come back home to comfort my temporarily depressed mother. Since that isn't much to look forward to, that let's you know how bored and upset I truly am.

Today, I don't care what I even look like. I basically, throw my clothes on for the day; my semi-stylish blueish-gray sweatshirt, long, floor-dragging, light blue jeans and my gray converse. That's right, I don't give a crap. I roll up my sleeves to fix myself up slightly. I'm frustrated and start to mutter helpless words to myself while yanking my hair into a messy bun.

"Stupid Tom flippin' Cruise getting all rumpky dumpky on my mom's fashion freakin' line. I hope you fall into a hole filled with spoiled milk." I grab my backpack off of my bed and head downstairs, glancing at the clock on my way down that reads 6:40.

Yay, I'm super early for school. Now I can sit and stare at the gum infested walls watching delinquent children set things on fire. Great. This is the perfect day for me isn't it?

Silence. Mom isn't up. Again. How wonderful? Rolling up my sleeves, I grab for the Lucky Charms once I'm in the black and blue kitchen. They really are so magically delicious. I used to want to date that leprechaun before I found out there really wasn't an end to a rainbow. That turned me off and I gave him the hand.

Glancing down on my arm examining where my burn mark used to be, I notice that there is no longer a burn mark, but a tattoo? What the heck did I freakin' do to myself?!

In shock, the Lucky Charms half opened box falls to the floor because my hands gave out, creating a mess that I will not clean up.

"OhMyOlympicDreamWhatIsGoingOnWithMyArm?!" I'm clutching it so hard, it's cutting off my circulation.

Instead of my pruney burn from a stupid idea Zoey had, there is now a tattoo of an all black flower that I can't name. It's stem gives off vines that warp and weave in and out of each other creating a unique and beautiful abstract flower. I admit, it is pretty sick, but it doesn't belong on my arm. I know I don't drink and this can't be a result of a hangover I had, so I'm every bit of confused right now.

Thinking fast, I run to the first floor bathroom and start looking for something to cover up my mark.

Hairbrush; Toss.

Q-tip Package; Toss.

Used Pad; Oh my nasty goodness, karate chop, fling, high kick, toss.

Foundation; Perfect.

I hurry and spread the foundation on my left forearm trying to cover up any trace of black there. It takes about five minutes but I finally end up covering it all up, leaving my arm just a little brighter than the color of my skin.

Well, at least the Limb Checkers aren't going to be at school today. They're going on a field trip to the body part museum. Crazy freaks. The Limb Checkers, or as we all call them, The Limbers, are a group of crazy and probably mentally ill kids who go around and check out people's limbs for fun and pick at what they like and what they have wrong. Last month, they told me they loved how my Great Saphenous Vein pulsed when I walked. I could've punched them.