Snippet #2099804

Phoebe smiled at the passing “blonde bimbos” and waved erratically. They huffed and turned away. Looking back at her bright haired cousin she shrugged. “Love your haters; it pisses them off… at least that’s what one of my shirts says.” She said and giggled. “I love shirt messages, they’re so insightful. Anyway, try keeping your anger in as long as you can. Hex them when no one’s around.” Phoebe smiled wickedly at that thought. She herself had hexed a few people before. Once, to a guy that had tried feeling up on her. If there’s one thing Phoebe hated it was guys who touched her without consent and treated her like a piece of meat. People didn’t often see the vengeful side of her but it was there. It takes a while to bring it out but Phoebe can hold grudges if she wants to. She looked at Luna’s hair and smiled, her mind turning quickly from hexes to her cousins hair. “If you don’t like it then just change it. A little spell can fix that problem.” She whispered the last part.

She looked up as she heard the shouting of a guy and laughed slightly when he shifted uncomfortably under the principal’s gaze. She looked back at Luna and Fay. “We’re already fighting?” she asked them before looking back at their “opponent”. The blondes noticed Phoebe staring and shuffled a bit farther off until they were out of her sight. Shrugging, she sighed and pouted. “They don’t want to play with me.” Oh! Phoebe looked back up and searched for the guy that had shouted at them, once she had him in her sight she noticed the other guys with him. She smiled and waved at them, giving the dude thumbs up to let him know he was heard and noted, even it might not have been her he’d yelled at. Still, she was sure Luna heard him loud and clear. She looked at her cousin, her eyes sparkling in an unnatural way with glee.

You’re drawing attention to yourself, Simon chided in her head.

I can’t help it! Besides they’d still stare at us anyway. We’re new. Everyone stares at the new kids, it’s like a rule in the high school unwritten rules book, she thought back to him with a pout.

How is it a Book if it isn’t written?

I don’t know, it just is, she stuck her tongue out at her fussy cat. With a twitch of his tail, Simon jumped up catching Phoebe off guard. She fumbled with him for a moment but righted herself once her grip was firm. She scowled at the cat but he gave his version of an innocent smile. Rolling her eyes she scratched him behind his ears. Lazy cat, she thought of him affectionately. With a lick to her cheek the Siamese cat jumped down from her arms and ambled off to wherever cats go.