My Ranking Points
Mom fidgets with the frayed hem of her red dress. Her blue eyes stare at the table, never moving.
“What?” I ask through a mouthful of cereal. her blue eyes don’t look up as she chides me.
“Don’t eat with your mouth full,” She says. I roll my bronze eyes and swallow my mouthful.
“That’s baby stuff, Mom,” I say. A tinkling bell rings, signaling someone coming through the door. Dad thunders in, his werewolf ears disappearing.
“Hey Crimson,” He smiles at me, his wolf fangs shrinking to human size. “How are—”
“I have to talk to you,” Mom says, getting up and pulling Dad’s arm into another room. His dark brown hair disappears behind the archway into the living room. I creep into the room, perking my ears to werewolf hearing-strength.
“You haven’t told her?” Dad whispers. Mom’s blond hair rustles, my ears telling me she shook her head.
“I can’t,” Mom murmurs. “It would shatter her.” I bristle.
What would shatter me? Or was this mysterious “her” even me? I hear Mom coming back into the dining room and scurry to my seat. Her usually flawless face iss worried, and almost tired. She twirls a lock of hair around her finger absentmindedly and looks at me for the first time this morning.
“Honey, there’s something we have to tell you,” Mom grimaces, Dad sitting in the chair beside her. Even though Dad’s eyes are brown, they look like twins with their worried eyes.
“You’ve… been accepted into the School for Good and Evil, sweetie,” Mom says slowly. I grin.
“Yes!” Mom and Dad share worried glances. “I’m gonna be a Never!” I shriek joyfully. Dad’s face falls.
“No, honey,” He says. “You’re going to be an Ever.”