3. Foreboding for disaster

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Action usually means skipping the breakfast ritual and the chitchat that inevitably comes with it. And the arguments over who gets the last of the cereal, between my older sister, Sophie, and I. In fact, it’s almost needless to say my day began with an awful bruise on the arm, because you should have read the summary and thus find out that Sophie is very violent.

And so, after walking to school accompanied by my younger sister, Kyuu, I went to class. Sophie drove to school after hurriedly studying for some test she forgot was today. I met up with my friends at recess and we all headed for the roof.

We all sat down and I felt pretty worried. I had noticed the excited twinkle in their eyes and their quick walking pace. I sighed and finally relented.

"Okay. Fine. What do you want to tell me?"

I felt a ball of steel crash into my gut when Toby, the prankster, spoke first.

"We decided to make a club!"

A jackhammer replaced the steel ball. This didn't bode well.

"Why."

It wasn't even a question. I knew Toby wouldn't bother to answer, but I had some remnant of hope that Jo, the 'playboy', would.

"To do stuff for a change," Jo replied, his deep voice sounding flat, like a recording.

"Because hitting on girls and replacing sugar by salt isn't 'stuff' enough for you two?"

"That's not it, Craft! We want to investigate things." Toby had a childish voice that had fooled more than one grown up to believe he was a little angel surrounded by sparkles. They learned soon enough. And anyways, its kids who play pranks in the first place!

"Like what?"

"The Supernatural! The Oddities of everyday life! That kind of stuff!!!"

Never mind the jackhammer, I had just been tossed into an active volcano. This was one of many times people have accidentally hit home when talking to or around me. If anything has to do with Spirits, I immediately feel it concerns me.

And that's because it does.

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