After I beat some Plant's bum at sword fighting, Misty came up to me excitedly.
"Guess what, guess what, guess what!" She said while briefly jumping up and down.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I just beat Cane so badly he's gonna go cry to his mother!" She said with a grin so wide her face might've spilt. I bit my lip.
"And this is good how? Have you noticed that he's a total bad boy?" I didn't want to break her spirits, but I also wanted a living sister.
"Ummm..." She looked crestfallen at my reaction, "Brooke will stop bragging?"
"I don't know, maybe," I smiled a small smile, "And if she does, thank you very much." Mist smiled as well.
After sword fighting class, we had health, Earth practice, then arithmetic. It turns out that Cane wasn't still mad at us after his fit in the corner, and I suppose accepting us as classmates again because he gave us nods of acknowledgement when we passed him in the hallway. Phew. Then again, he could be secretly plotting revenge against. Only time will tell.
Soon we reached the much dreaded dinnertime. Oh dear. I did not want to face Brooke. She surely had found out about Cane's defeat. Here news spreads like a wildfire. When we reached dinner, Brooke ran into Misty. Uh-Oh. It's all downhill from here. We're dead. We are dead. Yep, yep, yep. Goodbye Wor-
"Hey Misty!" Brooke cut my train of thought off.
"Hi!" She responded cheerfully. Wait, come again. Why wasn't she stabbed and/or bleeding to death yet?
"Heard you beat Hurricane in a sword fight," Brooke said. Oh no. Here it comes. Where was the gun?
"Yep." Misty said, giving her a thumbs-up. Poor, clueless girl, unaware that she was about to be backstabbed by one of her best friends.
"Nice! Didn't know you had those skills!" Umm... not sure what exactly is going on.
"Thanks! Me neither!" She exclaimed. They began laughing. Any moment now, my sister might be dead.
"Hey Sky, didn't even notice you there!" Brooke said. I averted my attention from Brooke to Misty, then Brooke again. Any time now...
"Oh...yeah...I umm... didn't either?" We all began smiling. It was certainly a better hobby than killing.
About halfway through lunch, I finally accepted the fact that Misty would not be murdered. That's a good thing.
The next few days were great. Only a minuscule of school remained. Homework was rare, and we spent most of our class periods studying for the exams that would happen throughout the next week. We spent our afternoons studying with Breeze, Brooke, Steam, and occasionally even Storm or Caspian. Everyone was focused on the exams that would occur the following work. When Misty and I were studying for arithmetic, we used waffles as examples in our word problems. It was awesome! Then again, it was arithmetic...