Rosalee Tatiana is your typical high school junior...medium height, medium intelligence, and moderately popular. Nothing special and not a complete outcast. Just...typical. That's what she thinks anyway.Rosalee has been striving to stand out, emerge from the masses, and find her day in the sun since her freshman year in high school. In search of this goal, she tried math club, leaving in disgrace on the tails of a bad case of number envy. Then she tried being the manager for the football team, but soon discovered she was averse to sweaty, stinky socks and towels. So, in desperation, she started a fashion club. Amazingly, her Farmer Dan overalls and tube top with rainbow hued high-tops didn't quite catch on. Who knew?
But all of that was behind her now. She had finally found a way to join the cool kids. She'd hit the mother lode of popularity.
She'd joined Environmental Club.
Unfortunately for Rosy, her involvement with EC has brought a new kind of challenge into her life. Rival factions of Earth fairies have taken her under their wing...so to speak...and some of them aren't too keen on her continuing to breathe. And the good ones...the ones who aren't trying to kill her...oh yeah, they just want to make her their Queen.
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“My baby sister is a veritable sewer.” Cia informed me. “She’s got snot and drool constantly running out of her face and horrible, unmentionable stuff spewing from her other end every five minutes. We’d be doing the world a favor if we could figure out how to address some of that pollution.”
Obviously, Cia hadn’t taken well to the recently acquired knowledge, about fifteen months ago to be exact, that her parents were not only still having sex, but had, apparently through that most disgusting of parental activities, managed to finally spawn the little sister Cia had never wanted and refused to love.
While most girls enjoyed having a younger sibling to mold and protect, Cia had been far too happy with her solo princess role in the Plink castle. And, after fifteen years of sibling free bliss, she’d thought she was home free. But then her parents had apparently had too much to drink one night and decided to perform deviant acts together.
The results had been horrendous.
Now Cia had to grudgingly share her parents’ attention, sexual deviants though they apparently were…I mean, who has sex at the richly fermented age of thirty-eight. It’s just disgusting!
“I don’t think we can get rid of all the babies in the world, though the amount of CO2 they dispense is definitely a factor in the current Ozone layer problem.”
“Maybe we could just put them all in eco-friendly bubbles.”
I grinned at Cia as we reached our cars, sitting side by side at the furthest edge of the school parking lot as always. “Bubble babies? It’s worth some thought I guess.”
Cia opened her car door and threw her overstuffed book bag inside. Tossing her chin length, black bob, she widened her startling green eyes and grinned at me. “I’ll call you tonight and we’ll form our thesis.”
I nodded, thinking that at least our idea would be unique.
Cia honked as she pulled away and I waved. I climbed behind the wheel of my car. Before I turned the key I dug in my purse for my cell phone and turned it on. My parents, being seriously out of sync with the rest of society when it came to such necessities as cell phones, texting, and Internet surfing, made me keep my phone off during class hours under the mistaken belief that it would keep me more focused on my work.
Alas, they’d just forced me to use more prehistoric means of communication. Throwing message balls across the room, saying I had to go to the bathroom so I could find and talk to one of my friends in the library, and writing notes on the bathroom wall in siren red lipstick were effective in the long run, but caused more lost work time in my average day than a simple, “wht r u waring 2nit” would have ever caused.
The human parental unit was not the brightest bulb in the eco-friendly fluorescent light family. But they meant well. And they were good for handing out cash and baking gooey chocolate chip cookies during PMS moments.
I texted my Mom that I was going to stop at Target on the way home and hit send. Dropping my cell phone into the cup holder between the seats, I started my car.
When I looked up again there was someone standing in front of the car. I screamed and grabbed my throat with one hand…you know, your standard heroine in danger mannerism that did nothing to scare off the bad guy or, frankly, return your heart to your chest where it belonged.
It was him. The stupendously cute guy from Environmental Club. He just stood there, grinning at me.
Odd though this behavior was, I couldn’t help being drawn, moth like, to his sparkling smile and happy eyes. I opened my car door and stepped out, returning his smile. “Hi!”
His grin widened, a feat I wouldn’t have thought possible. “Hello.”
“Is there a problem?”
The twelve thousand watt smile dimmed slightly. “Problem?”
I twisted my lips, biting the side of my bottom lip, thinking. Could he really be this oblivious? “Did you need something from me?”
The smile slid completely away. “Need? I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”
Okay, this was getting surreal. “You’re standing there, staring at me. I just thought…you know…maybe you wanted to ask me something.”
He shrugged. “No. I’m just standing here.”
“Oh.” Alrighty then. “Okay.” I gave him a little wave, feeling stupid immediately. “It was nice meeting you.” Uber, uber stupid…I hadn’t met him, I’d just spoken to him, apparently for no reason.
He inclined his head, the smile sparkling from his face again. I started to lower myself back into my car but stopped halfway, pushing back out. I was unwilling to just leave it at my having made a fool of myself in front of a really cute guy. If I was gonna embarrass myself I’d do it up really big by pushing the issue.
He was still standing there staring at me, grinning.
“Why do I feel as if I’m missing a joke somewhere?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and cocked his head. He wore his hair longer than the rest of the guys at school. It was thick and slightly curly. The sun sparked off the dark red strands. His shoulders were wide and his arms long.
His jeans were loose and his white tee-shirt tight. I’d already seen the back end of the black sneakers he wore. His wide, silver-gray eyes sparkled prettily and his lips were full and kissable. His jaw was square and carried the slight shadow of a beard. I figured he was about eighteen.
I licked my lips, wondering if he could see the zit on my nose from where he stood.
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