Snippet #2251326

Monica

She cringed at Lili's comments, cheeks coloring a bit. "It wasn't..." she started, then sighed. "Never mind." Lili seemed like one of those people who didn't let anything go. Arguing with her would be pointless.

Monica searched a few cupboards, deciding on cereal. Plopping down at the table, she shivered in the morning air, glancing out the window to the backyard. The space was definitely small, but carried the mark of half monsters living there. As she had seen before, destruction followed this group around. Grass barely existed back there. As if it was all singed away by some sort of scattered fire. She wondered what had happened, but didn't ask.

Her nightmares were fleeting, not fast enough, but enough to function properly. She didn't speak to Lili at all, though she wanted to ask if she was doing okay. Honestly, Monica was extremely intimidated by her looks and confidence. Scurrying out of the kitchen, she frowned to the carpet and hurried up to the bathroom.

She could tell whose products were whose pretty easily, KJ's simple, the twin's stuff more complicated and addressing style and beauty. Not that they needed much help...


Sighing, she brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, all the while looking at her boring reflection and comparing herself to Lili and Sam. How two such wonderful faces could exist drove her batty. They must have lived nice lives, even with their abnormalities. The bonuses of being beautiful. She imagined them in a mansion with servants and nurses and all the toys they could ever want as children, attending the best schools and having grand parties with their parents for every holiday. The image was indeed ridiculous, and she giggled to herself a little as she exited the bathroom.

"Something funny?"

It was the ghost girl. Monica's smile faded. She still wasn't used to all this paranormal stuff. "Uh...no I..."

"You done?" the transparent girl snapped.

Monica stepped aside, eyebrows rising. The ghost girl slid inside, stuck out her tongue and slammed the door shut. Monica stood there, wondering what on earth a ghost wanted to do in a bathroom.