GENRE: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Nails stuck out of the walls with no pictures to hold up. Indents in the carpet had no furniture to cover them. My house was all bare walls and open floor. Not very homey, much more housey. It was like we’d been visited by—
“The Grinch strikes again,” Leah said.
I liked to think she’d picked up on my thoughts because we were twins, but I couldn’t be sure. It was possible I’d said some or all of that out loud.
“Lucy!” Mom called from the other room.
I replied with a, “ What?”
She was just one room over. I had no idea why we were shouting.
“Because I said so!”
Oh, darn. Got me there, Mom.
“Don’t do it, Luce,” Leah whispered. She clutched a cardboard box marked Leah’s Necessities and spoke with crazed paranoia. “She feeds on hopes and dreams. If you have but an ounce of happiness left, she’ll suck it out!”
She could be melodramatic sometimes. Always.
“I am not melodramatic!”
I guess I really did say it out loud that time.
“ Lucy!” Mom snapped.
“Okay, okay! Coming!” I heaved my own box (Lucy’s Necessities) on top of my head and tried to balance it there like Cinderella. I was unsuccessful.
“I need you to put this in the car for me,” Mom said, bustling around the kitchen with a box of silverware in her hands. She stopped when she saw the wobbling box on my head. “Why haven’t you put that box in the car yet?”