Free Freaksville by Ashley Brooke Robbins Page B

morning. I think she would’ve been less surprised if I suddenly grew a penis. I shrug, glancing over my shoulder at her. “Did I forget to mention I’m now Tinker Bell?”
    Honestly, though? With everything going on, I forgot about my wings.
    She insists on taking me to the doctor, to be more exact, to the morgue for her friend—I finally found out her name’s Patricia—to take blood and do a whole bunch of other tests she talked about that I ignored to study it. It, being me. Because having a healthy witch grow a pair of wings is not normal.
    We pretty much stay the whole day there, so no school for me. I’m not complaining, but it is a little unnerving to be sitting in the same room as someone I used to know’s corpse.
    FYI, they haven’t finished the autopsy.
    Of course, when my mom runs out to get coffee and snacks for us, something has to happen. Patricia’s partner in cutting into people’s chests and breaking their rib cage’s comes in. Things get a little awkward. Patricia freezes, and I have to save her ass by saying that I’m interested in doing what they do, playing with intestines and innards and such.
    He buys it and goes on to talk to her. I can’t help but notice her cheeks go pink.
    Once he turns his back to both of us, I point to him and then to her and make a heart with my hands. She turns a bright tomato red, and then I slap an imaginary ass in front of me. My way of saying she needs to tap that already. Spitting out her coffee, she coughs and he’s there to slap her on the back, saving her.
    It’s a good thing he’s there because I am too busy falling off my chair, laughing.
    She isn’t too happy with me and once my mom comes back, she not-so-nicely kicks us out, saying she’ll get the test results back to us as soon as she can. I’m not expecting to hear anything from her anytime soon.
     
    Tonight my mom and Billy are going out on their date night. Giving me the whole house to myself. Party, whoop, whoop!
    Ha- ha .
    When someone needs answers, my mom usually scries, which is staring into a mirror, water, or a flame and being able to see things. Or getting the answers you need. Something she’s been trying to get me to at least attempt for a while now.
    After I told Mom my plan, she told Billy a movie she wanted to see was playing at the theater. Meaning I’d have plenty of time to do what I need to. She’s awesome.
    After she hands Billy the shirt he’s hunting for, he turns to walk out of the room, and she hugs me and kisses my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”
    I’ve already texted the guys, seeing if they’d want to join me. Kyle’s the only one that directly responded, saying they’d be here. So, in other words, I don’t know who’ll actually show up.
    As soon as Mom and Billy leave, I get to work.
    I start with setting things up in our attic. Candles, incense, sage, and, of course, a bowl of water. Ever since my mom married Billy, we’ve had to keep things cleaned up and normal looking up here. Something I’m not a fan of. I’d much prefer to keep my circle up so I can walk into it and feel at peace. I’ve never tried it, but I think it’d be a good place to think without being disturbed.
    My mom’s always taught me to do two protective barriers, one with blessed rainwater and the next with salt. We’re always getting bad seeds who want to come in and mess things up. I halfway make the circle, leaving the “door” open so the guys can come in when they get here.
    As I’m going downstairs to get more supplies, someone knocks. Thinking it’s the guys already, I open the door to find Devin there.
    “Uh,” I mumble, biting my lip, “Hi.”
    “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to take you home when you needed to go. I had to do that damn test.” He shoves his hands in his pockets when I sigh.
    “Shit happens.”
    “I was wondering if you’d let me make it up to you?” he asks with a somewhat sheepish expression.
    “I don’t think now’s a good time.”