We are not normal girls. We are not normal anythings.
Down a road that is almost never used, up on a mountain somewhere in the Rockies, is a log cabin. Inside that log cabin is a hall with a row of doors on one side, all of which lead to bedrooms. Then there in a large room down the hall, with a kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. One of the walls had a lot of computer mounted on the many shelves and another had a flat screen TV mounted on in. In front of the TV there was a couch, with four girls sitting on it. They were yelling:
“DIE, Peach, DIE!!”
“Aw, Star now I’m in last!”
“CRASH HER, darn, CC…!”
As you may have guessed, it was gaming night for the little council of wimpy girls, and they were playing an intense game of Mario Kart Wii. Hopefully this explains the yelling, which for the reader’s sake I will leave out until the end of the race.
“Short, I think that this is the first race you’ve beat me in,” said CrazyChick.
Star glanced up at the scores, grumbling. “Of course I had to come in fourth. Do you realize how hard it is to be in fourth?!”
And of course, Short was doing cheesy impressions of Artemis that no one was watching.
“OOOOH, I’m in fifth place! Yay! That means I’m LUCKY!!! Ohhhh!” And she grabbed the whipped cream off the table from dessert (pie).
Now, this council of “wimpy girls” was really the next generation of a complex organization of people founded by some loony off the street after an imaginary dragon attack. They were meant to save the world from ‘supernatural monstrosities’. I suppose you could say they succeeded, as the entire history of this nameless group was empty. No incidents.
Unless you counted whipped cream. Short took the can and sprayed it on a silent Falcon; (she came in last) who literally jumped out of her seat.
“Short, you little…” Falcon grabbed the whipped cream off the top of her head and threw it at Short, who ducked. The whipped cream ball hit Star squarely in the back of her head. “Hey! What the…”
The result was a full out whipped cream fight. Short was having the time of her life, running around and spraying people. Star was hoping for serious revenge, CC was carefully avoiding the whipped cream balls, and Falcon was cowering under the table. They ran around the living room screaming their heads off (this wasn’t easy because the living room was also the dining room and kitchen).
After about five minutes, CC stopped to wipe the whipped cream off her face. “We’re going to smell like rotten milk after this.”
Star grinned evilly.”Do I look like I care?!”
“Mllph!” agreed Short. Neither seemed to care much. Falcon glared at Short, who was attempting to stuff a whole container of Cool Whip into her mouth. She glared back, and threw a handful of the stuff at Falcon. The whole fight would have started over, if they hadn’t heard the blip.
It was a sound they had long sense stopped listening for. But there it was. Again. And again. They crowded around the computer, and panicked. Blips meant emergencies.