Malorie, a cloying sweet ginger girl won't stop banging on my door. I tried ignoring her but she's a persistent little thing. "Meg!" She spoke through my door. "Meg, you've been hiding in your room for hours. What are you doing?"
I replied flatly, "Studying." It wasn't a lie. I intended to study my mother's journals as if my life depended on it."
Malorie was relentless. "We haven't been given any assignments yet. Who's your professor?"
I became annoyed. I pulled open my door and rudely blurted, "Me, I'm the professor. What do you want, Malorie?"
Malorie sulked, "Meg we only wanted to invite you this morning's devotional and to eat lunch with us."
"Oh sorry," I said curtly. "I'm not hungry."
Malorie and my other quad-mates decided to live together after being fast friends through a Christian Group on campus called: Navigators for Christ. We were all serious about our faith but loved to laugh and have a good time too. After winter break all four of them could see the difference in me. I feel like I have a mark on my forehead which reads: KNOCKED UP SINNER.
Malorie became obtrusive. "The other girls on the quad are worried about you. Are you struggling with an eating disorder?"
Boy are they way off. I yelled "FAT CHANCE!" before slamming the door on her freckled little nose. If they only knew the truth, "I'm nauseous girls. I'm knocked up. My perfect life has been shattered because of one semi-passionate night with my best friend. Ugh.
I heard my quadmates grumbling about me as they left for lunch. Finally some peace and quiet.
Since things seemed so random and chaotic I thought I'd reach into my trendy reusable grocery bag which read, "Save the Planet" with a poorly drawn earth underneath its caption and pulled out a different journal The one with the daisies on it was about to reveal the details of my homebirth and I wasn't ready to read all the nitty gritty details of how dad delivered me from my mother's vagina.
I reached into the cloth bag and acted as if I were pulling a rabbit out of a hat. I waved a pretend magical wand and said, "Now Meg the Magnificent will pull a rabbit from my hat--uh bag! "In my hand was a green sparkly journal with white bunnies all over it. I gasped. Silly I know, but somehow I felt my mother was playing a prank on me from the otherside. Is that even possible? Is my mother a ghost? No, if she were really a ghost she'd be in my room right now telling me how I'd screwed up my life by screwing with Rory. Okay she wouldn't say it quite like that but still... She'd haunt me--not tease me with rabbits. Wait! Oh no! Rabbits as in "Doing it like rabbits?" Mom?!
I groped around the grocery bag and amongst the 6 other journals I found a Fiber One brownie bar. I scarfed it down in two bites. The truth is I'm starving. I'm not sure my meal card will still work in the Cafeteria. I sent an email about possibly quitting school last semester. Although I never got a reply I'm worried they'll send a replacement student for me. What if I have to leave our quad and come clean to my dad and my sisters. Not yet. Oh God, please give me a bit more time. I'll be kinder to Malorie. Next time I'll ask her to bring me something back from the Cafeteria.
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4 Sisters of the Apocalypse
Fantasy10 years into the future four sisters discover they have unusual super powers. While reading the journals of their recently deceased mother she supernaturally speaks to them from the past. (Mary died suddenly due to a newly released hyper-virus by...
