Tsunami

When Glory told us about the queens well, I exploded.

And when I mean exploded, I mean jumped up and starting hopping up and down in a very un-me like way.

My hand smacked Clay's donut hand and the other one whammed into Riptide.

Okay fine, maybe that was just in my imagination.

I was just thinking how Anemone would be a threat to my throne.

Maybe the throne would only be a classroom chair, but it would have the word 'TSUNAMI' written in big bold letters on it.

:D

"According to the flyer," Glory was saying. "They will have a showdown tomorrow at four. Everyone who thinks they are princesses should attend."

"What showdown?" Kinkajou asked. "Is it fighting? I hate fighting."

"Is is an eating contest?" Clay asked.

"Moons no," Turtle said with a shudder. "I hate eating contests."

Clay's expression said: Why tho???

"Tomorrow at four," Moon said thoughtfully. "Any... other stuff? Do we need to... dress up???"

I imagined her in a full sized ball gown.

I had to cover my snicker.

"Something comfortable but fancy or formal," Glory read. "So a dress will do fine."

I rushed into my room and started flinging clothes everywhere.

Riptide came into the room and got hit in the face with a jacket. Thankfully it wasn't anything else.

Riptide backed out in a hurry.

"Will this do?" I asked, running back to Glory. I held up a dress in all shades of blue.

"Very fancy," Glory said, nodding in approval. "Add some pearls, do your hair, and the SeaWing princess throne is yours,"

I was actually startled. Glory usually never supported me with words.

"Glory should be queen," Kinkajou said. "She's got the authority,"

"She does," I said.

Glory looked startled too.

"Wow," Qibli said. "You two are warming up to each other,"

"One step closer to being actual, kind friends," Starflight added.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.