Tags:
Drama,
Fiction,
Paranormal,
Young Adult,
Teenager,
teen,
teen fiction,
greek mythology,
hades,
Shoes,
coming-of-age novel,
paranormal humor
Romanov. Do you think those men would have followed you if you were just two teeny-girls out on a latte binge? Of course not. They heeded the Siren call because thatâs how you intentionally acted. Of course, you can access all this information on the iPhone. Didnât you check the apps?â
âNo,â I snapped. âWhoâs had time for that?â
âItâs a handy little device. You should make time.â Then he sent a suggestive look in Sharâs direction. â You can always speed-dial me if you want me.â
I turned away, disgusted.
Shar glared at him, then gestured angrily at her feet and my feathers. âIs this ⦠permanent?â
âOnly if you donât finish your assignment.â Hades smirked. âBut Iâm sure you wonât let that happen.â He stood and stretched languidly, then disappeared.
Shar sneezed. âThis is a problem. Iâm allergic to feathers.â
Chinese Fortune Cookie Say â¦
This is a disaster! Not even a good pedicure will disguise these!â I wailed. âNo peek-a-boo pumps, no strappy sandals!â
âYouâre not alone in this Greek tragedy,â said Meg derisively. âLook at me! What if someone sees this? Or maybe you know someone at your fancy salon who plucks chickens on the side?â
Okay, Meg was right. She had it worse. I could imagine the horror on peopleâs faces if she wore a tank top. Back wax? Not going to cut it.
âJust donât get naked in front of anyone,â I offered.
âBrilliant, Shar.â
She turned around and around, trying to see her feathers in my full-length mirror.
I thought it was a good idea , I mused as I tried to shove my bird toes into a pair of bunny slippers.
No go.
âOh for Godâs sake! Not only do I have ugly feet, but theyâre bigger!â
âStop whining, Shar. It gives you an excuse to go shoe shopping.â Meg was trying to tuck a stray feather back down into her shirt. It refused to stay put. âGrrr! Letâs order some pizza while we figure out how to deal with this.â She stomped off to the kitchen. I followed.
âNo pizza!â I shouted after her. âRemember what happened last time?â
She tapped her cute little size nine-and-a-halves impatiently. âWe can do Chineseâbut only if itâs vegetarian.â
I jammed my fists onto my hips. âIâm a carnivore, and I want barbecued ribs and pork fried rice.â
Meg huffed, blowing up her bangs. âFine. Iâll order.â She muttered something under her breath about vultures.
âTop of the food chain, baby,â I replied sweetly. She didnât respond. I returned to my room to find footwear that fit.
âAbout twenty minutes,â she said a few moments later.
I was trying on all my boots. No dice. My former feet were narrow. All I could get into were my Uggs and some ratty old sneakers. My talon clicked on the marble floors as I dejectedly went to set the table with the Limoges china Iâd seen in the dining room cabinet; leave the paper plates and plastic cutlery for the school cafeteria. When the doorbell rang, I reached for my glassesâno need to entrance the delivery guyâbut I couldnât find them. Iâd have to make do. When I opened the door, a rich aroma of garlic and roasted meat escaped from the boxes he carried.
âMeg! Foodâs here!â I yelled, averting my eyes. I grabbed the packages out of his hands. âHereâs a fifty. Keep the change. Bye.â
I thrust the bill into his hand and slammed the door. Two seconds later I heard the ding of the elevator, but just to be sure, I looked through the peephole. He was gone.
âMiss Manners would not approve,â drawled Meg.
I made a face. âThe Siren mojo. Didnât want him drooling all over the doorstep.â
She threw up her hands. âHalf the worldâs population is at risk. Whatâs
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