Accidentally On Purpose

Ultra Sneaky Quiet

                                                     Fox's P.O.V.

I was hesitant to get Kitty to come along with us. She wasn't coping well with what had happened just minutes ago, and I knew my sister knew that too. I knelt down, and when my sister opened her mouth I yanked her hair, the only act of violence I have probably ever done towards anything. I was still angry at what she had done with Quill's gummy worms, too. She was very surprised, and I let her stay in shock and whispered, "Kitty? We're going to find Sketch and Dylan, and we want you to drive."

She came out of the tissue box, at least. I probed her head, and a heavy feeling came to me when I left. She was emotionally scarred. No, cut. It hasn't healed yet.

She shifted into human form and walked outside without saying a word. Quill shrugged, and we followed them outside. Kitty sat in the drivers seat, Quill in the passenger, and my sister and I were in the back. When the engine didn't start, my sister finally spoke. "Don't tell me you forgot the keys. Honestly, if Annelid and I weren't blonde, I would think the blonde stereotype is real."

"Your brother is blonde too, Arctica." Quill pointed out. I tensed to see my sister's reaction, and felt scalded when she said, "Oh. Right. I guess he's an exception..."

She's always been like this, ever since our ninth birthday. She got gifts and I didn't, and she thought she was special ever since then. But the thing was, I had asked everyone to get my sister presents and donate the stuff for me to charity. She never found that out until we turned ten, and when she did, she just shrugged and asked, "Then why does everyone stare at me when I walk into a room? And I have powers that nobody else does." but I didn't tell her they always stare at her because they're waiting for an apology. I still haven't. She's good deep down.

She has to be.

Finally, Kitty spoke. Her voice was surprisingly calm, despite her words. "I have the keys. I just don't know how to drive. And before you say a word about how much of an idiot I am, can you drive? No. I'm assuming that's why you got me to do so, thinking every sixteen year old can drive. Or maybe you just didn't want your butt squished in the seat."

"No, I'm fifteen, so I can't drive legally. You can."

"I need a license to be a legal driver."

"Well, I don't care if you get arrested. You're cruel, and mean, and nobody cares about you except the other dumb guy you all call a friend." my sister snapped, and though not a word was uttered, a speech was going on in Kitty, Quill, and even my mind. Kitty was crying, inside and out right now, but my sister couldn't see that, thank god. She was wallowing in sadness, and it left a visible dismal aura around her. Her ears were down, and her arms were limp on the wheel. She was thinking about Sketch, and what my sister said. That nobody cares about her. A small fire burned that lit up her sad darkness, a fire of anger. At calling Sketch dumb.

Quill could see Kitty crying, and though he looked really chill, inside he was an emotional wreck. I could almost see him hugging his knees and muttering calming things to himself. He didn't know what to do to help Kitty, and he was furious that my sister insulted his first friend. He was sad that Sketch had been taken, and guilty into thinking it's his fault.

As for me? I was clenching my fists and trying to breathe evenly. I didn't like it when my sister did things like this. I didn't like that my friends were so sad. I didn't like that they blamed themselves. Anger burned through my veins, my sister has gone too far this time. Suddenly a blast of light emitted from me, and everyone was overjoyed, except my sister. Suddenly she was sagging in her seat, holding back tears. I knew she was confused about what had just happened, but I understood almost immediately. I had given my friends the joy they deserved--though temporary, it's beautiful--and gave my sister their evil emotions. I felt bad for doing it to my sister. I mean, she was still my sister, despite the things she does. I was supposed to look after her, I'm her older brother. Though by five seconds, it still matters. Hurting her--anyone--is unethical and something I hate doing.