Keeper of the Wand

Rose's Troubles

Hey guys! SO EXCITED! After this chapter, starts the BLOOD MOON BALL CHAPTERS! Sorry, sorry, I need to keep it professional. Anyway, here's the next chapter!!!!!! :D

-Rose's POV-

We were all downstairs. I was lying on the couch, and Marco was sitting in a chair next to me. Star was standing behind the couch, watching us.

"All right, Miss Butterfly," Marco said, as if he was a doctor. "I'm going to administer a series of psychological tests to uncover what's bothering you."

"Ooh tests!" said Star, growing excited, "Sounds fun!"

"No not really Star," I said looking at her. I yawned and said, "Let's hurry this up. It's getting late."

"Test number one; Role play!" Marco said, "I want you to pretend to be someone close to you."

My smile grew big and mischievous. I quickly ran upstairs and, within a little bit, I came back downstairs, looking like a girl version of Marco. I cleared my throat and said, "Hi, I'm Marco! My skinny jeans are awesome! Ooh, here comes Jackie Lynn Thomas!I'm gonna impress her with my karate! I got this cute little mole!"

At this point, Star was on the couch, laughing and Marco looked annoyed. I couldn't hold it back any longer and fell over laughing. Marco sighed, "Can we please move on?"

I ran back upstairs and came back down in my pajamas. When I was back in the living room, there was a white canvas and a small stool sitting by it. Marco smiled at me and said, "Test Two: art therapy."

He handed me a paint brush and said, "I want you to paint your childhood." I sat in the chair, staring at the white canvas and paints. Then and idea hit me and I started painting. When I finished, it was a painting of four sevens in the four corners of the painting. At the top right, was me fighting monsters. In the top left, was me and Star, laughing. The bottom left, was me reading my books. The bottom right, was me leaning against my balcony, looking at the sky.

"Hmm, such depth!" said Marco, "So many symbols! What does this say about your childhood?!"

"I don't know," I said shrugging my shoulders, "I just like to draw Star, my family and myself doing various things."

"Okay," said Marco, realizing that test didn't work. "Test three: ink blots!"

He moved me over to the couch. He sat in the chair again, holding up an ink blot. "Tell me what you see on this paper."

"An ink blot!" said Star from behind the couch, "I win!"

"It sort of looks like a fat porcupine," I said, titling my head.

"Oh, yes, that's good," Marco said, showing another ink blot, 'What about this one?"

"A little alien guy in a gnome cap?" I said, confused. Star gasped, "Maybe Rose is sleep-spelling because she's secretly a little alien guy in a gnome cap?"

I looked at her weirdly, and commented, "Star, you've known me for how long now?"

"Oh right," she said, giggling nervously. Marco continued onto to the next ink blot, saying, "Now what about-" he stopped though, because all there was on the paper, was a small black dot. I stared at it in horror, as Marco said, "Ugh, wait. Hold on a second. This was a mistake."

I gasped, saying, "This one reminds me of how my necklace is a curse and that I can't control it. And it also reminds me of how I never really belong anywhere."

Marco and Star looked at me, shocked. Star hugged me saying, "Aw Rose, you always belong with me. Your my sister!"

"And you belong here to, with us," said Marco looking at me. "Don't worry about your necklace; Star and I will make sure that nobody touches it. And, after saying that, I think we discovered the root of your problems. You have necklace and loneliness issues."