We stared in horror as she walked forward. “Nobody move!”, She ordered. We all froze. As she inched forward, we saw her victim, one of the nicest girls in class, Levi. Most people thought that was a boys name, but that’s what she introduced herself as and I never bothered to ask any questions about it. Our teacher made a quick swipe in the air with the knife and a small vial appeared in her hand, filled with something red. “Thank you, dear”, she said. That’s when I saw a little cut right below Levi’s shoulder. The liquid in the vial must have been blood. Then she turned to the science lab. Wait… we have a science lab? She poured the blood into a beaker with a yellowish substance that was steaming. It turned a violent shade of purple. Somebody got the courage to ask, “What are you doing?”. “Oh nothing”, she said airily. Then she sighed and said, “I suppose I should tell you who I am.”. “Yes, that would be nice.”, I said sarcastically. “Well, I’m March” Her form changed. Her hair became longer and curly. And she had olive skin. “Well, I guess you have already met my sister, September.”, her face turned with disgust. “How did you do that?”, I asked with wonder. “Practice makes perfect, you know”, and then explained, “I needed to beat her to you. You can’t have anyone like September teaching magic.”. Drea’s face lit up, “Oh, like this?”, she asked. A burst of blue and purple fire shot up from the palm of her hand.
March jumped back with a look of surprise on her face, and then said with a mischievous smile, “Yes, Drea, but next time try it like this.”. She closed her hand into a fist and then opened it. A giant wave of flame burst out of her hand, rising 20 feet, changing from blue to yellow to red to green. Then it hovered in her hand for a moment and exploded. Multi-colored paint splattered everywhere. It started forming the shape of a human. A young adult, about 20 years old, turned to March and scowled. “Why do you always have to mess everything up little sister?”, she demanded. “I’m only 3 months younger than you.”, March grumbled. Then March nodded to us and said, “January, she’s always in a bad mood.”.
Dylan snorted, and I saw why. March was waving her hand in the air, but instead of just cutting through the air, it started forming animals. The first one to come out of her hand was a skunk and it shot straight at January. A disgusting smell filled the air and started melting January’s figure. I guess January couldn’t tell, because she was still lecturing March about how she should behave better and set a better example for all her other sisters and not be such a moron. March rolled her eyes, but then January turned to us and saw our bright red faces, trying to conceal our laughter. “March”, she said. “Yes mother”, March asked innocently. “Argh!”, January yelled in frustration. Then her eyes got wide and she dissolved, leaving only a pile of paint.
I completely understand why she did now. We were under attack.