The Lost Erwain by Mariah Stillbrook

Author:Mariah Stillbrook [Stillbrook, Mariah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Creative James Media
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

15

I had visitors! I’d never had visitors before in my entire life! I mean, I’d had appointments, but those were all business related. I was so excited that it hadn’t even occurred to me how Cee-Cee and Jeremy had gotten in.

It was now well past midnight, and the three of us were sitting around the kitchen table, while Tanker stood with his arms crossed in the corner and Maude floated around refilling purple lemonade whenever anyone took a sip. Cee-Cee was ranting non-stop, and Jeremy had his head in his hands, goggling dreamily in my direction.

Cee-Cee, losing it for about the tenth time since I’d come down the stairs to greet them, screeched, “Shut up! I mean, like, shut up! You got me trippin’ all up in here. You’re a freaking faery, girl!”

“She’s fabulous. Just fabulous,” Jeremy said hypnotically.

“Tell me again how you two got in here,” Tanker said, after heaving a sigh.

“Tanker,” Maude said, shooting him a dark look. “Don’t be snippy with Lala’s friends.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Abberwockey,” said Cee-Cee, curling her finger around her emerald strip.

“Oh honey, that is just the prettiest color,” Maude cooed.

“Not as pretty as yours but thank you.”

Maude blushed.

“Okay, it goes like this,” Cee-Cee stated. “Mr. and Mrs. Wood said Makayla was grounded and she couldn’t hang out, but we knew something was off, because she wouldn’t answer the door even when her parents were gone. So, we started thinking that something was fishy, you know, like someone’s dead, fishy. Anyway, we started snoopin’ around and keepin’ a closer watch on the house, and then we see the strangest thing. We see Mrs. Wood, Mrs. always all put together, come out of her house with what looked like the nastiest cupcake in the world, and a bag of clothes. Makayla’s clothes. Then she proceeds to put that nasty treat in the mailbox, and a second later a little man appears.” She looked over at Jeremy, who was nodding his head. “So, Mrs. Wood starts talking to this little guy, and when he leaves, she sets down the bag. And this is where we get all sorts of messed up, cause before we can even look away, the bag disappears—like, out of nowhere. It was gone.”

“It was,” Jeremy said, still staring at me. “Gone.”

“So then, I was all like, we got to go and see if we can get that little man to come out again—but he wouldn’t.”

“No, he would not,” Jeremy shook his head.

“And Jeremy was all like, why don’t we try putting some mud in the mailbox—and oh what a mistake that was.”

“Ooooo,” Maude shook her head. “He doesn’t like that.”

“Apparently not, because the mailbox flap opened and he threw that mud right back in our faces,” Cee-Cee said. “Before he could disappear though, he said something about upping his standards now that he’d had the best mud ice cream in the world.”

I snickered.

“We ain’t so thick that we couldn’t put together what that little man wanted, so⁠—”

“So, she made me make a mud pie,” Jeremy cut in, finally looking somewhere other than at me.

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