September Howl

Chapter 2: One Crazy Day

 My body began to feel like it was being invaded by some magical force, I got terribly hot, then my hair and my hands began to glow and my hands looked like they now held the "flame" of that strange stone, and so did my hair. My hair began to change color, it went from brunette, to scarlet red. Then I got really scared and confused and I had no idea what just happened.

A piece small piece of littered paper from the city, flying with the calm summer breeze towards me. I tried to grab the paper but it quickly began to burn and catch on fire. I then tried to blow it out, then stomp on it, then it went out, but then it felt like that magic force began to disapear as well, along with my new hair color and the flame in my hands.

"What just happened?"I asked myself."Maybe I'm dreaming. I know I'm dreaming, I just have to be. This only happens in nerdy comic books and on television." I was in complete denial. I had no idea what had just happened. I was so freaked out, that I decided not to finish my walk, and to go home.

As I walked home, I began to see children my age out playing games and having fun, and some of them even waved at me and I just waved back, but I didn't go over there. I also saw a man, a women, and three children standing on our porch with a cake or something, talking to my mom, who invited them in and closed the door, not knowing that I was on my way back.

I rang the doorbell.

"Where've you been?" Victoria asked me. She didn't let me in because she was suspiciously, yet strangely, staring at me. "Uh...what happened to your eyes, September?" Something told me, that weird rock incident did something to my eyes, something completely out of the ordinary.

"What do you mean?" I asked, I pretended like I didn't know what she was talking about. Immediately, she grabbed me by the wrist and racewalked me to the bathroom. We went passed the den, where mom, dad, and the neighbors were sitting. They paid no attention to us. Victoria and I walked into the bathroom then she closed the door.

"I dare you to tell me that nothing happened to your eyes." She spoke sternly. I told you she was over protective!

I didn't say a word. My eyes at first, were dark brown, but now they're hazel!

"Are those contacts or something?" She asked. Don't even ask me why she asked that because I don't know.

"What?! No!" I told her.

"I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what happened." Her voice was suprisingly more strict than mom's...

"I can't tell you because I really don't know, I guess this is pueberty...or something...I really don't know! I guess we're just gonna have to stay here unless you just agree with me when I say this might...possibly be puberty, cause you know for a fact that it's taking me a really long time to...well...to go through pueberty and...also to grow taller." I felt awful, telling that lie to my sister like that and not even doing a good job but I didn't want her to know...I didn't want anyone to know because...I barely knew, I was still confused.

Someone knocks on the door. Victoria opens it. It's Oliver.

"What on earth is going on?! Why are the both of you in the bathroom together?!" He asked.

"We were talking." Informed him.

"About what?!" He looked confused. "And what the hell happened to your eyes, September?!!"

"Uh...pueberty!!" I paniced because I knew Victoria would've believed me because she doesn't really    uhh...pay attention to too many things, but my brother, even though I may call him dumb, he's actually extremely smart and clever. It sucks!

Let me tell you about Oliver. Oliver would always be able to tell if someone was lying and he doesn't exactly like it when someone is . He's great at doing math problems and spelling long words without pausing, even words like antidisestablishmentarianism and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. He always messes with me by using words that I can never understand when he speaks to me. He can sometimes even tell what I'm thinking but I can never tell what he's thinking, and  he's always right about everything!!

He's always cranky or in a bad mood and easily annoyed, like the elderly man that he is. He rarely smiles. He's evil when he wants to be, and we never know when he does and when he doesn't. Victoria and I would even think that he was born with the frowning straight face he's always had, and when the doctor slapped him, he slapped the doctor back, much, much harder. He's kind've intimidating for a little brother, but never intimatated. When mom and dad tell him what to do he always does it. But he's also very organized, and sometimes he's a sweetheart, and did I mention that he's a prodigy when it comes to playing the piano. I always love listening to him play the longest piano pieces and pieces he wrote himself without messing up, ever. Oh, and just like Victoria, he's over protective. I can never mention other boys around him. As you can see, he's a very unique little brother. But I love him. He's also not afraid to say that he loves me too.

"Puberty?" He responded.

"Uh..I guess." Man, am I stupid!

"Alright. Well then, don't mind little old me, I just came in here because I forgot my glasses. Carry on ladies." He said as he left the room and Victoria followed. The look in his meanacing eyes told me that he knew I was lying and that he was soon gonna  find why.

I looked in the mirror, blinked my eyes a few times and then, my eyes changed back. "That just simply fantastic!" I said to myself, sarcastically. "How do I explain this?!!" I was obviously screwed.

*At dinnertime, things didn't get any better.*

Oliver noticed that my eyes switched back to their normal color and Victoria and my parents noticed nothing, and it didn't look like he was happy about it either.

"We found a great school for you kids to go to. Your guys are going to the same school our nice new neighbors are going to." Mom announced.

"When does school start?" I asked, trying to ignore Oliver, who was unwelcomingly staring at me from across the table.

"Day after labor day." Dad answered.

"On a Tuesday?" Oliver asked.

"Well, yeah. Labor day's always on the first Monday of September so..." Dad didn't understand that it was kinda strange for the first day of school to be on the "almost-middle" of the week.

"Look, Tuesday is the 7th I believe, right Oliver?" Mom asked.

"Yes." Oliver answered with no hesitation.

"So that gives us just enough time to go uniform shopping." Mom tried to say that as fast as she could.

'"WAIT WHAT?!" Victoria screamed."UNI...UNNIIIM UUGGGHHH I CAN'T EVEN SAY THAT AWFUL WORD! YOUR SENDING US TO A SCHOOL THAT HAS UNNI-"

"Uniform." I said for her.

"Thank you. YOU WANT US TO WEAR THAT?!!" Victoria's worst nightmare just came true.

"I'm sorry Victoria but, that's school is highly recomended, for a public school, and it's the quickest one we could find, and we know people who's children go there, so again I'm sorry Victoria because you three are going to that school. No 'if's', 'and's', or 'but's' about it." Mom really put her foot down.

"When are we going back to school shopping?" Oliver asked.

"We could maybe go now, it's only 7:50." Dad said.

"But we all know that if we do go now, we're not going to get everything on this supply list right?" Mom asked while holding up the school supply list that the neighbors gave us with neatly written directions to a store that sold everything we needed fo school.

"Yeah, mom." I told her.

"Alright, all in favor of heading to the store to get supplies now raise your hand." Dad requested.

All of us rose our hands.

"Any oppose? Anyone? No. Okay I'll go start the car." Dad said.

*In the car*

I wasn't able to catch all the scenery that I missed while I was sleep earlier today because I was to busy staring at Oliver who still didn't look very happy, as always, but I couldn't figure out if that was just his default face, or if he's trying to figure out why I lied to him.

Usually, if I'd lie to him, I'd know why, and he'd soon figure out why too, but this time, I knew why...kind of...but I didn't really know what happened, also what I just encountered, would seem impossible in his eyes, it still is impossible in mine to be honest. All I know is, today has been one crazy day.