Gale tilted her chair back precariously, while Sara watched
on nervously. â€śDonâ€™t worry!â€ť Gale exclaimed, putting her arms behind her
glossy, black hair. â€śIâ€™m not going to fall!â€ť Her dark brown eyes were amused at
Saraâ€™s concerned expression.
worried about you,â€ť Sara retorted, flinching slightly at the bald-faced
lie. â€śIâ€™m worried about our project!â€ť She jerked her chin toward the delicate
glass castle on Galeâ€™s lap. Theyâ€”meaning her, Gale, and Jaceâ€”had just finished
it, after laboring over it for several weeks. The assignment had been to make a
castle in which a character from a fantasy tale mightâ€™ve lived in. Jace had
been the one to gather the supplies and do the measurements. He was too
indolent to actually make it though. No surprise there. He practically
specialized in lazinessâ€”â€śconserving energyâ€ť as he called itâ€”so the girls had
been the one to make it.
such a worrywart!â€ť Gale dismissed Saraâ€™s worries with a flippant wave of her
hand. â€śNothingâ€™ll happen!â€ť At that moment, as if to
contradict and undermine her words, a gust of wind blew in through the open
window, causing papers to flutter in Galeâ€™s face. Gale reached up to bat the
papers away, but lost her balance.
stunned silence, in which Gale sat among their previous chef-dĹ“uvre, Sara said,
â€śYou are an incorrigible liar.â€ť
acquiesced Saraâ€™s statement quietly. After a pause, she said, â€śDo you think we
can make another one?â€ť
replied. â€śItâ€™s due tomorrow.â€ť
make something anomalous,â€ť Gale suggested.
Sara had a
very, very bad feeling about this.
â€śWhat is this?â€ť Sara let the warm sand trickle through her
fingers. â€śSand? Iâ€™ll kill you if this is just another one of your caprices.â€ť
join the Club of Flatterers,â€ť Gale said sarcastically. â€śYou would meet each and
every single one of their requirements.â€ť
sighed. â€śIâ€™m sorry you have no appreciation for my quick-witted comments.â€ť
nothing to appreciate,â€ť Gale shot back. â€śAnyway. This will surpass all other projects!
It will be a pre-eminent castle!â€ť
isnâ€™t, weâ€™ll be in an adversity,â€ť Sara said curtly. â€śAnd our grades will
pointedly ignored her. â€śI have yearned for my whole life to get my hands on
queen.â€ť Sara rolled her eyes and twirled a lock of hair around her finger.
Gale ignored her. â€śAsk me what it is,â€ť she instructed.
it?â€ť Sara asked obediently.
powder!â€ť Gale proclaimed with a flourish.
Sara jumped up. Moon powder was a highly dangerous substance. Keep it near with
you and go to sleep. Thatâ€™s all it took to conjure things. Whatever you dreamt
of would come true in a heartbeat. Even nightmares. â€śDidnâ€™t you read the
laughed. â€śDonâ€™t worry!â€ť
At school, Gale brought the project. Sara had left as soon
as possible, not wanting to stay any longer with the gourd containing the moon
powder. Sara was unsure what Gale had done with the receptacle, but the need
for a fruit container was small, so it had probably been tossed away in the
blinked and rubbed her eyes. The spider was still destroying the school. It was
grotesquely gargantuan, and its main focus was on razing the school to the
ground. The only good thing Sara could find about the situation was that she
would be able to skip the history test in third period.
shuffled to Gale, hissing, â€śWhat did you do?â€ť
glanced at her. Sara could see that she looked sallow and emaciated. â€śI had a
nightmare.â€ť She sounded contrite.
you for pointing that out, Captain Obvious, Sara thought, but she held her
tongue. Instead, she whispered, â€śWhat should we do?â€ť
flyswatter?â€ť Gale suggested facetiously.
her a dirty look.
couldnâ€™t resist,â€ť Gale said, with a touch of hysteria.
Sara crooned under her breath, as she had been instructed to
do. She had volunteered to eradicate the spider. After all, you made the mess,
you cleaned it up. Apparently, Gale didnâ€™t think that way. She was the epitome of
A boy in
the school whose father was with the government had equipped her with the
essentials: a gun containing who-knows-what, padding made of light, flexible
material, and a flashlight. One shot from the tranquilizer, or whatever it was,
would kill the spider on the spot.
the spiderâ€™s appearance petrified Sara. She couldnâ€™t help but whimper as she
shrank from the cerise eyes. It was a bad mistake. The spider spun around to
face her, and Sara was unable to tear her eyes away from the spiderâ€™s eight
feral eyes. Her heart was thumping against her ribs so hard; she wondered why
they werenâ€™t broken yet. Her breaths came in quick gasps and she practically
keeled over when her eyes alighted on the wicked sharp fangs that gleamed like
polished ivory. Luckily, she didnâ€™t, but she still felt light-headed and foggy.
people out there are depending on me, she thought. It was starting to seem
like her mantra.
straightened up and pulled the trigger.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Amy Cheng. Published on e-Stories.org on 26.01.2009.