Sang Insane | ✔

Chapter Twenty Four

"Wheeee!" I shriek as the ground races up to hug me.

I tuck and roll with Star's help.

Luke, unfortunately, is groaning in pain and holding his left leg.

"Luke! Are you okay?! I know that this is terrible. You are probably going to be traumatized for life, but don't worry, I have a solution. We just have to hurt your other leg and you will be balanced again," I reassure him.

"Would you like to jump off the roof and land on your other leg or should I get the hammer?" I ask seriously.

Luke's eyes widen.

"I'm good! I'm good! It doesn't even hurt that bad!" He shrieks frantically.

I sigh.

'Tis truly a shame.

That woulda been fun.

"Ooh! I have a stash of soda that would go great with this!!" Luke shouts.

My buzzing intensifies at the mere thought of more sugar.

We sprint back to the kitchen where the others catch us.

Literally.

"Sang Baby, what is going on?!" North Star bellows.

"We need the soda!" I bellow back.

Like, seriously.

He is holding me by my shoulders and he is going to bellow in my face?

I don't think so!

I stomp on his foot, drive my elbow into his nose, and deliver a body blow to his side.

Body blow!

I giggle at myself.

While North Star is clutching his foot and trying to stop the bleeding in his nose, I race to the soda where Luke has already downed a liter.

I grab my own bottle as they race over to stop me.

Too slow, suckers!

I gulp it all down like my life depends on it.

Oh, wait.

My life DOES depend on it!

I cradle the empty orange soda bottle.

My poor, poor baby is empty!

Like my belly...

I throw the fridge open, but strong arms pull me back.

I growl with frustration.

All I want is some food!

"Thank goodness! Someone is stopping you! Stop it, Sang!" Sarah cries as Star roars, "How dare they stop us from eating?! Kill them!"

You'll never guess who I decide to listen to.

I rake my claws, I mean finger nails, down Marc's face and body.

"Put me down!" I order.

"Help me restrain her!" Marc shouts.

Paprika ties my wrists together in front of me and my feet to the table.

I laugh hysterically again.

I yank my arms apart and snap the rope.

With deft fingers, I untie the rope around my feet.

Raven yells in Russian, "Sang! No more eating sugar!"

I give him my best puppy dog and and stick my lip in it and call tears to my eyes.