Fiction Friday: Chapter Four

Sierra looked at the quill in her hands. It suddenly seemed powerful, maybe even dangerous. She didn't hold it that tight and she held it away from her, out where she could really get a good look at it. If this was one of her books, there would soon be trouble.

The words on the wall seemed to radiate a golden light. It made the air seem magical. Savannah was drawn in quite as deeply as her sisters. Her nature club had found the greatest treasure ever. She snatched the quill from Sierra's out streched hand. They tussled back and forth as they argued.

"My club found it!"

"I helped."

"I'm the president."

"It's half mine."

Sierra pushed and made half grabs at the quill. Savannah held the feather away and deflected. Eventually, she kicked Sierra in the leg. Had this been one of her little sister's Sierra would have pounded them. Had it been a stuffed animal she was fighting over, she would have torn it in two. She did not like to be kicked. She wanted to punch Savannah in the nose, but instead she said, "Fine you can try first.". They both ignored the stack of twenty dollar bills Sienna and Shelby were counting.

Savannah faced the wall. Her curly hair formed a wild halo around her head in the unnatural light. Sierra watched, arms crossed, waiting for her twin to fail.

"I wish for unlimited wishes," Savannah wrote. The words straightened and the sunk into the the wall. No more wished she guessed.

Sienna had just written money. Perhaps it needed to be shortened, "Wishes" she wrote. It also disappeared.

She also tried, numbers of wished, a genie in a bottle that can grand wishes and a wishing ring. With each failure she became more frustrated, while Sierra looked more smug. Her tongue was in her cheek and her eyes said, "You should have let me go first."

"Let me try," she finally said. Savannah could figure out what she was doing wrong, but she didn't want to waste her wish on something small or stupid. In thought, she handed the feather over to Sierra.

"I wish I could turn invisible," Sierra wrote. The words righted themselves. They took on the same old looking writing as Sienna's wish and became solid on the wall.

Savannah eyes bugged out of her head. Why was Sierra always so lucky? Shelby and Sienna stopped counting. The all looked at Sierra. Sierra held out her hands. Nothing happened. What did it feel like to turn invisible? Was it like lifting your arm? How did you make it happen? What were you supposed to think about?

She deeply breathed in imagining the air in her lungs was all of her substance. All of the reason you could see her was trapped those air pockets. She then blew all of that substance out, imagined she was fading and disappeared. Not just her body, but the clothes she was wearing, the quill in her hand. Everything was gone.

"Sissybug?" Sienna said.

"Your turn," Sierra said while still being completely invisible. The quill appeared in Shelby's hand. Then, to add an extra level of spite, she kicked Vanna and ran out of the shed.

Savannah tried to chase Sierra in the yard, but it is very hard to catch someone you can't see. At one point she even picked up a stick swinging it in wide arches hoping to get a lucky shot it. The redhead girl in the neighbor's yard thought she was crazy.

Shelby had the wall and the quill all to herself.