How she became lost is a mystery, this town is so small. But all the alleyways look the same and appear to be spawning or cloning themselves. She swears she's been down this one before... twice, maybe. Her new foster mom is going to be so pissed off about how late she is.
"They're not going to kick you out, Dawn. I won't let them."
"If you go, I go. That's our rule. Remember?"
Sara sighs and flops next to her sister.
"I remember. I'll do better."
"Good. Coz I'm the boss and what I say goes."
"You keep telling yourself that. I'm the one with super powers now."
She rolls her eyes.
"Whatever. You better get changed. You've got dirt everywhere. Foster Monster will ground you for sure if she sees that."
"She can ground me after nap. Dawn-pillow is comfy," she says as she snuggles into Dawn's lap. "Wake me up when the explosion happens."
-- Dawn pushes her sister onto the floor and stands.
"I gotta make dinner and you've gotta do your homework," she says as she runs out of the room before Sara enacts her revenge.
She groans, still a little beat up and bruised from Jessica's beating. "Evil sister," she mumbles.
And gets up to do as instructed. She will probably try to convince her sister of superpower havingness another time. Probably.
They're doing group project presentation assignments for English today! Groups of two or three.
People very quickly sort off, leaving the new girl and the unpopular broody boy the only unclaimed students. The boy doesn't seem to be trying particularly hard to join any groups, though.
That's fine. The new girl isn't particularly social either. She sits down next to him and gets out her sketchbook.
The teacher declares them a group.
For their assignment they'll have to pick a book to give a presentation on. They can pick any book theoretically, but have to get clearance from the teacher for anything off this list of American Classics.
Quiet boy looks exceptionally unimpressed.
Sara side-eyes him, a little amused. "Preferences?"
He shrugs. "Fantasy, and make up shit about how it doesn't represent real magic."
"And what do you classify as real magic?"
"Dark chants and mysterious ingredient lists. Old women intoning vague fates. Vampires that sparkle in the sun. The classics, you know." It's hard to tell if he's being sarcastic or not.
She laughs. "Only if we throw in a few naked ritualistic dances under the full moon, then it's a deal."
"Of course. That's how the witches summon the sparkly vampires, after all."
"Hopefully they don't come after us for publishing all their trade secrets."
"It's a risk we run."
"So trashy vampire book, then? Something very campy."
"I'll see what I can round up in the library. I'm pretty sure I saw something relevant hidden away in the office."
"Yup. It's kind of a mess coz the librarian skipped out and never returned a few months back - I have no idea why they haven't hired anyone else - but you can find stuff if you really look hard enough. Plus know how to pick locks."