PART 1b Maria woke up to her radio going off. “Good morning LA people, I’m BK, and this is Hot 22.1 and todays topic is sister, do we need them or do we? Well get back to that here’s Puddle of Mudd with ‘She Hates Me’” Maria listen as she walked into her own bathroom. Looking in the morrow at her self she felt strange and lone. “What’s wrong with me?” Maria asked as she walked back into her room, to hear the rest of Puddle of Mudd. She was queen for about an hour After that shit got sour She took all I ever had No sign of guilt No feeling of bad, no In a trapped trip I can't grip Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip Then I started to realize I was living one big lie She fucking hates me trust she fucking hates me la la la love I tried too hard and she tore my feelings like I had none and ripped them away *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Getting dress Isabelle looked around her, she was missing something. “What do I need to make this out-fit make a fashion statement?” she asked herself as she went through her closet. “How about this?” Liz asked as she walked into her room and gave her a black leather band that went around her wrist. “Thanks Lizzy!” Isabelle said as she looked in the mirror and put in her straight pony clip holder. Walking down to the kitchen to see Maria staring off into spaced, looking at each other they knew something was wrong. “Ria what is it?” Isabelle asked. Maria looked at her, then Liz. “What are we?” she asked the question they all been asking themselves. “I have no clue, but underneath it all it must be good?” Isabelle said standing in front of her. ‘Are you sure?’ Maria wanted to ask. “I mean, we wouldn’t have this kind of power if we didn’t know how to use it. I mean, I should be freaking out, I’m the one that has no control and is always going on impulse, but I think this is a gift. Maybe we’re here to do the better good of gods work!” Isabelle said. “But what are we?” Liz asked as she looked at Maria, then Isabelle. “And what the hell happened to us yesterday, I mean I saw stuff, Maria froze and evil wanna be devil guy. What the hell is going on?” Liz said as she sat on the other end of the counter table. “I can answer that?” Amy said as all the girls looked at her. ‘This is going to be hard’ she thought to her self. “Mom?!?!” Maria asked as she looked at her. “Maria, Isabelle and Liz come into the living room?” Amy said as she went up stairs for a minute or two. Maria, Liz, and Isabelle sat on the couch and waited for Maria’s mother to come back down stairs. Walking down the stairs Amy turned the corner where the girls where sitting holding the ‘Book of Shadows’ in her hands. Liz looked at it first and fell off the couch landing on her butt. “No, oh no that books stays a way from us!” Liz said as she pulled Maria and Isabelle with her. “I mean, the last time we where near it we where out for a day.” Liz said looking at Maria’s mother. “The book won’t hurt you.” Amy said sitting down. “This is our book, are families book, my mother, your mothers, mothers book. This book has been in this family for a long time.” Amy said looking at every one. Isabelle looked at her when she said mothers, so did Liz. “What do you mean?” Liz asked. “I mean, that this is your mothers book too. It’s the family books. It’s been in our family for hundreds of years. It’s been passed down every time one of our mothers di…” Amy trailed off as she looked at the girls. “Every time what?” Isabelle asked. “Every time, one of us died.” Amy said as she sat on the couch in front of the girl. “What do you mean, every time one of the generation dies it passes down to the next?” Liz asked, she looked at Isabelle and Maria then started to cry. ‘Mom’ as she thought as she sat curled up in a ball. “Don’t cry?” Isabelle whispered as she hugged her closed to her. She was thinking on the same line as Liz. “I gotta go!” Maria said getting up and walking out the door with her keys in her hands. Amy stood up as she watch Maria walked away. “I should go after her.” Amy says as she grabs her coat. “No let her be.” Isabelle said as she stood up too. “She needs time alone. How about you tell us about your sister, about are mothers.” Isabelle tried to smiling. |
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