Rebekah: Majestica Chapter 1 Part Two

                 A small mew startled me as my cat, Mittens, came strolling into my room, acting like a king. Jumping onto my bed, I rubbed his black back as he stretched his white paws. Black tail twitching, he suddenly pounced on a loose string on my sheet. I couldn’t help but laugh. Mittens always knew how to make me feel better.

                During breakfast, while my brother Joseph told a long and boring story about his own dream, I ran my dream over in my head.

                “Roxana, you’re awfully quiet today. Something bothering you?” My mom asked, her honest green eyes searching. I shook my head and asked to be excused. Realizing I wasn’t going to tell, she nodded. “And Roxana,” she stopped me before I left the room; “Nadili called a few minutes ago and wants you to meet her at Pirate Cove in the arcade section. She said Madi, Bree, Linda, Saige and the twins Margo and Marco would be there. She had already paid for it and is waiting for you at the entrance. She also said they’d be there for a while and that it is urgent.”

                “Okay. Thanks mom.” I kissed her cheek and shoved my feet into my green tennis shoes. My mom was a big softie and trusted my friends so much, I could tell her I was going to help fight a war with them and she’d let me go.

                I was surprised to see Bree Carson when I opened the door, her hand in a knocking position. Her long blond hair that just passed her waist was pulled into a ponytail and she had wrapped teal duct tape around the bridge of her large, thick, nerdy glasses. The duct tape was the same shade as her rare color of eyes. I was not surprised  to see her shirt, shorts, headband, and shoes the same color of the duct tape. That was Bree’s habit to wear the same color of clothes. She’d always say she wouldn’t have to worry about matching the shorts to the shirt.

                “Ready to go Roxy?” she asked with a cheerful smile. Behind her in the driveway, eleven year old Madi Palmer, twelve year old Saige Poplin, six year old Lori and eleven year old Nadili Gray, twelve year old Margo and Marco Green all had worried faces as if someone’s dog died.

                “Sure…I guess. I thought you guys were going to meet me at Pirate Cove. Not at my house.” I inquired.

                “When we called, your mom answered and said you were still asleep.” Linda explained, holding Madi’s hand, searching for my cat.  “We just wanted to make sure you got the message.”

                “Well I got it alright. Let’s go.”