Ok, I know they’re evil, but just how evil can they be?
Suddenly, you could hear snorting and oinking. Xinea and Lexy turn and see three fat pigs in the place of the pig-girls who were standing there a second ago. Man! I wish I could transform! But I can’t until my stupid 16th birthday.
“Hey why’d you guys transform?” Xinexa asks the three.
“Oink!” says the one that she thinks is Penelope.
I forgot pigs can’t talk. They don’t seem to be answering so Xinexa just turns to Fork
“Why’d you say they’re evil?” she asks.
“Did you ever wonder who their parents were?” says Fork.
“I have. What about them?” says Lexy.
Fork turns toward Lexy.
“Both the twins and Penelope’s dads are the grandkids of the stick-housed Pig. But the twins’ mom is the grandkid of Maleficent, the evil queen slash witch,” says Fork.
“What about Penelope’s mom?” Xinexa asks.
“She’s-” she starts.
“No!” shouts the now human Penelope.
Xinexa was still looking at Fork so she couldn’t see Penelope but Lexy stiffly turns with his eyes covered by his hands. He was trembling slightly.
“What’s wrong Lexy?” Xinexa asks, confused.
“P-Penelope s-she’s…” he stutters.
Xinexa turns to look at Penelope.
“AAH!” she screams in horror.
She was naked! I forgot that when you transform your clothes fall off because animals can’t wear human sized clothes.
“Oh. Sorry,” Penelope says, in a faux innocent voice but after, Xinexa could hear her whisper to the twins who were still pigs,
“So not sorry!”
“Anyways, who is Penelope’s mother?” says Lexy, breaking the now awkward silence.
“The Wicked Witch of the West, whatever her real name is,” she says.
“But she’s old!” Xinexa exclaims.
I feel like I’ve seen Penelope’s mother before… Aha! She’s that crabby, old, receptionist at my mom’s real estate company: Mrs. Grim-Stickman. She was always pretty mean and stuck up but who would’ve thought that she was an evil, shoe-crazy witch?
“Hey!” says Penelope.
“No offense,” Xinexa replies with a small shrug.
“My mom ordered me to keep an eye on shiny over there,” says Penelope.
“Ours too,” say the now human and already clothed twins, simultaneously.
Xinexa was about to ask why, when the blond girl from the hallway appeared in the cafeteria doorway with another girl who was dressed in red.
The kids hadn’t even realized how long they’d been in the cafeteria, everybody else was gone and the windows were darkening.
“Wolves?” asks the red-clothed girl, obviously referring to Xinexa and Lexy.
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“Who are you?” Lexy asks her.
“I’m Cerise,” says the girl.
He was about to speak when another person appeared. Xinexa couldn’t tell if the person was a boy or a girl.
“Mauven? Why’re you here?” says Lexy.
Does he know this person? Xinexa took the moment of silence to observe Cerise and Mauven. Cerise was wearing an outfit like that of the blonde girl but in a red variation with a red hoodie instead of a denim jacket. Mauven was wearing eggplant colored cargo shorts and a loose lavender t-shirt. Cerise’s hair was brown, straight, and shoulder-length with red highlights. Mauven had long, wavy, lilac-colored hair and a handsome-pretty face.
“So, Alex. You wanted to know why I’m here huh? Why, can’t a friend visit once in a while?” Mauven speaks in a mocking tone.
“You are no friend of mine,” growls Lexy.
“Hold up. Who are you guys? The color trio?” Xinexa asks.
“I am the leader of this “color trio” and these are my siblings,” says the blonde.
“We aren’t here for trouble. We want your help,” says Cerise.
“With what?” says a now calm Fork.
“The Baers,” says Rose.
“The Baers turned against our family a while ago and are out for blood,” the blond says with a grim look.
“You mean, you want all of us to help?” asks Petra.
“All the help we can get,” says Mauven.
“Our parents and all of our relatives on my dad’s side have been kidnapped and held hostage. We’re afraid if we don’t move quickly they’ll be killed,” says Cerise.
“Alright, we’ll help you,” Xinexa says, becoming giddy.
It’ll be like a spy mission! Oh my goose! I’m so excited!
“We know where the scene of the crime is but it’s far away,” says Mauven.
“I’ll drive,” says the unnamed blond.
“Let’s go!” says Fork.
“Will all of us fit in your car?” asks Lexi.
“We’ve got an RV,” says Rose.
“Awesome!” Xinexa cries.
When they leave the cafeteria, a thought comes to Xinexa,
“Isn’t the school alarm system on? How did you guys get in?”
“We were already here,” says Mauven.
“Well, how’re we going to get out?” she asks.
“Done!” says Penelope.
“What?” I am so confused right now.
“I’m half witch remember?” says Penelope, grinning like a madwoman.
Gosh! Maybe she really is evil!
“I remember, witch-girl,” growls Fork, looking heated again.
Xinexa didn’t even realize that we they were already outside, standing next to the RV.
“We’re here!” yells Lexy, looking relieved.
“Yep,” says Mauven.
Everyone hops into the travel van but Xinexa. She grunts as she struggles to climb up since she can’t reach the steps properly.
“Can I have some help please?” she strains, trying to pull herself up.
“Wow you’re really tiny,” says Mauven, chuckling.
“Hey, tiny wolf. I didn’t catch your name,” says Cerise.
“Xinexa Wolfen,”
“Cool name,” says Mauven.
“Thanks!” Xinexa smiles as best as she can, still at the edge of the steps.
Lexy reaches down, grabs her by the arms, and hoists her up into the van. She ends up sitting in-between Mauven and Lexy. For some reason, sitting next to Mauven gives me a tumbly tummy.
“Oh, you’re so lucky, sitting between two strong knights!” says Portia.
“Aren’t knights usually boys?” Xinexa says almost to herself.
“We are boys,” says Lexy.
“Wait. Mauven? You’re a boy?!” she screams.
“You thought I was a girl?” he says, surprised.
“Sorry,” Xinexa looks down, embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” Mauven says, patting her shoulder.
No wonder I had an odd feeling about him.
“Not to be rude or anything but um, why is your hair so long?” Xinexa asks in her most polite voice.
“I have a special condition; my dad is the grandchild of Goldi Lox and Timothy Baer and my mom is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great and so on grandchild of Medusa. When the witch cast her spell, it messed up my hair, so I don’t have the same thick locks as my sisters. My hair has a mind of its own, so it would really hurt if I cut it,” Mauve says.
“Oh,”