Shuffled: When the Cards Talk You Must Listen

Chapter 11 The Bright Mother

Upright: Creativity, Nurturing, Productivity, Intimacy, Sheltering

Reversed: Refusal of Nurturing, Physical issues, Could become destructive fire.

Conner grabbed my hand and began to pull me toward the door.

"What do you think is happening!" I yelled over the keening of the fire alarm.

"My guess is that...."

and I couldn't hear the rest because we had just hit the crowded living room with 100 plus teens screaming and ducking their heads to avoid the torrential downpour that is this high tech sprinkler system all trying to get out of the house as fast as possible.

It was madness, I tell you madness. But I guess this is "KINDA" a better way to end a party than with the cops being called. Or maybe not.

I separated from Conner about the time we hit the front door. I was pushed and shoved every direction. After what felt like forever I finally stumbled out onto the front lawn, only to be blinded by the red and blue lights of at least two fire trucks.

My mouth dropped open as I watched girls throw themselves shamelessly into the arms of the closest EMTs and Firefighters.

'Figures' is all I can think when I realize that the first three to have claimed one of our noble men in uniform were the three dumb blondes.

'Whatever.'

I paused as I passed a group of girls when I heard one giggle about how the blonds had had set the alarm off on purpose just to get a shot at the firefighters. Honestly, I would not put it past them in any way, judging by their display on the lawns.

Turns out blond.... ?..... dared Jerry to blow fire from alcohol. And the dumbass actually tried it! He went inside and got a bottle of everclear, took a big mouthful and spit it out over a candle. Promptly setting the kitchen on fire.

The idiocy of some people is astounding. I'm just glad no one got hurt.

According to one of the girls out on the front lawn those three blonds try to do something every year to bring the firefighters out. She was pretty sure they were screwing at least a few of them and there was going to be an after party, orgy. I really hoped that was not the case because, well ew.

Three and a half-hours later, I'm showered, fed, and snuggled into my fluffy bed with a cup of tea that doesn't remind me of something I can't name, and a book from that library.

Gosh I sure hope the other books are OK. I mean if these three rare old books survived the escapades of those girls in the past they should survive this year too right?

Something about these books drew me to them and as I sat deciding which one to start with my Aunt Teenie popped her head into my room.

"Oh hey! So I heard you had an eventful night. Everything ok?"

"Ya. I should have known that my first high school party couldn't go smoothly. I mean I did manage to get out of there without having to actually get drunk or high but I can't say that people didn't try to get me to."

Aunt Teenie slowly moved into my room and sat on the side of my bed as I talked. It was comforting and.... Well weird and nice. I'd never had this kind of connection with my mom and I had not realized how much I longed for it until now.

"Hey where is mom?"

"Oh she is sleeping. Poor thing"

When she didn't explain her comment I chose to ignore it.