Thalia

Chapter 11: On Command

Chapter 11: On Command

'meet me by the caftria befor skool so i can giv u ur first 'quest' >:)'

Zoey was hatched directly from evil. Just wait until I grab my pillow at the next sleepover and get a hold of her. How can she do this to me? I told them I kinda liked Ryan. That still counts as admitting you do like them right?

Shut up, nobody asked you.

 I try to tiptoe around the school hallways to find a place to hide and not look like a night-walk stalker with crazy eyes.

Stupid me, I didn't even think this crap through! I thought wearing these wedges to school, as much as I ridicule the idea, would get Zoey to have pity on me on some things she's planned so I can pull the, 'Oh, I can't do this because I'm in heels.' trick even though I can.

It dawns on me. I can go to the stairwell everybody hates to go to because it's so dark on that side of the school. The superstitious freaks call it, Stairwell Legend of the Beast.

It's a stupid thing somebody made up saying because there aren't any lights over there that there's some beast that'll come and get you. The superstitious will believe anything. 

Like the fact that getting a diet soda after you ordered the whole freakin' McDonald's menu will help you stay healthy.

The first bell rings signaling breakfast is open to those who want to burn their intestines before school. In a matter of seconds I see Zoey standing in front of the cafeteria and wavy blonde curls on her phone smirking with a plastic Walmart bag in her hand. 

What the heck? She brought props? This is too far Zoey. Say goodbye to your homework copying privileges for a week. And your food "borrowing".

'get out from beast stairwell bfor i tell ryan crap bout u!'

She wouldn't even think about it. She's not that outgoing to talk to Ryan. She flipped out just because I was talking to him last week.

Screw it, this corner is freakin' creepy. 

When I near Zoey, she looks me up and down with a disgusted look on her face.

"What the crap are you wearing some fancy Target clothes for? It's school, not America's Next Top Model for goodness sakes."

Play it cool, Rose. Act like you're oblivious to this whole situation and smooth talk your way out of it. 

I put on a fake stunned face. "Oh my gosh, Zoey! I am aren't I? Well I guess that means I can't really do anything today huh? With these heels and all. . . "

Buy it, Zoey. Freakin' buy it. Believe the lie. Believe it. I command you! Bow down to your Queen!

"I don't believe you." Well, crap.

I cross my arms. "Why not? I thought it was pretty clever if you ask me."

"Which is why nobody asked you. Now, quit stalling before I shove your first task down your throat." She gouges her hand in the bag and pulls out a pacifier. Just no.

"Use it, Wookie." Did she just call me a Wookie and tell me to use a pacifier? I don't know where that decomposed mutilated thing has been! I'm not stuffing that into--

I let out a dramatic choking sound. Ew! She stuffed it in my mouth! That trifling specimen!

"I told you to use it. Now, go find Ryan and ask for a piggy back ride." What the crap, heck no, over my dead body and Chanel perfume I won't.