Gifted ch. 3 The Angel and the Demon

Author’s note: Haha! Finally gotta chance to bring in a character based on myself…..Sorry…I’ve just always wanted to…..I’m really just like Leliel…..Except I have brunette hair with blue highlights and I have mahogany eyes….not electric blue….haha. Other than that We’re twins in every aspect….especially when it comes to her personality.

*knock* knock* knock*

Mine and Charlie’s heads snapped simultaneously toward the door.

“Oh no……They followed me….” I said looking around the room frantically for a place to hide.

“Who, oh wise Pigment-man?”

“Shut up Charlie….The Cops!”

Suddenly the door opened. My eyes widened, yet another shocking moment tonight, my face turned a deep purple. Charlie dropped his cell phone and took a step backward.

It wasn’t the cops………And it was even more scary then my step-mom’s chili…….

Standing in the doorway of Charlie’s garage-bedroom was Karen……Karen White. Her tiny heart shaped face grinned majestically, her long blonde hair falling symmetrically down to her waist. Standing next to her was a girl whom I think was also a new girl that day, she had short choppy black hair with electric blue highlights that matched her eyes, her lips laden in violet gloss, oh Lord…Leliel Will…the Punk-Rocker that got detention on her first day even before the first period.

“Ah…..Come ON! Not another that saw……I’ve had to wipe six minds! His entire family and three cops! Then I had manipulate another to change the police record!” complained Leleil. She walked straight up to Charlie and placed her hand on his face. “Hey Charlie. Yes…..You are right…This is a dream…….After all…..Does Dan really change colors?….Do you really believe that ‘Karie’ and ‘Willy’ would be in your room? And for that matter…..Where is Andrea? Your girlfriend? Your a pig! Dreaming of two other girls being in your room so late at night. This dream is slowing changing to a nightmare…..Your showing your true colors……You’re lucky this is a dream. Tomorrow, when you wake up. Go over to Andrea’s house. Drive her to school, carry her books. Forget about Dan, Karen and me. We’re leaving. And never coming back.”

Charlie backed up, laid down in his bed and went to sleep.

I gawked at Leleil. “Wha-? Leaving? Where?”

“We’re going to Galaivy: School for the Gifted. The place where Karen and I really go to school. And the place where you have gotten a ‘scholorship’ or–well a better way to put it is; involuntary invitation.”

“NO.”

“We thought you’d say that.” Leleil said with an evil smile.

Suddenly a set of warm lips pressed to cheek and I stumbled, my eyes shut and I drifted into sleep.

The last thing I heard before I was totally out was, “Oh, I may have used my power a bit much. It was only supposed to make him temporarily paralyzed.”

“You’re evil. You meant to do that to him! God have mercy on you.”

“Oh you sound like you genuinely worried. And I’m an atheist.”

“She-devil.”

“Oh….But isn’t Lucifer your fanboy?”

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I woke in a cold sweat and looked around crazily. I was in a room I’d never been in before, the walls were plain white on one side and on the other it was painted black and purple striped and had four or five posters of Rock bands hanging up. On one half the carpet was jet blacks and on the other there was a beige one. Then I looked at a bookshelf; practically bursting with books of every kind except on one shelf. On that shelf, there were dozens of jars of Semi-Permanent hair dye. And lying in the bed across the room from me was….Leleil. She hadn’t noticed me being awake because she was so engrossed in what she was doing.

I stood and walked over to where she was. Once I stepped on the black carpet I felt as though I had stepped into another world, a rebellious punk world. I peered over Leleil’s shoulder to see her sketching someone…..she was sketching….me. Her hand moved over the page with such skill, it was like looking at a photograph. The pencil seemed like an extension of her hand. I backed up. She was sketching…..me? I pretended to look at the books, but the entire time I was looking at her out of the corner of my eye.

“So……When did it start?” She asked out of the blue, I jumped at the broken silence. She sat up and turned to face me. She put down her  pencil and picked up some color pastels.

“What?”

“The illness. Every Gala get incredibly sick right before their gift shows itself….So….When?”

I thought hard…

When….hmm…….I didn’t feel well starting third period….. but I fainted in the Cafeteria…..

“I meant the vomiting”

“Wha? How did you know what I was thinking?”

Leleil smiled with her wicked grin, “I can do whatever I want when it comes to The Products of the Mind.”