I woke up slowly to the sound of soft music playing and I realized that it was classical music by Beethoven. I sat up which made all of my tarot cards fall off the bed. I sighed and rubbed my eyes before I slowly got off my bed and onto the wooden floor.
It was barely light outside, I noticing it was a cloudy day. Rain, most likey. I could go out today... Maybe...
I picked up all my tarot cards, counting them in response, and noticed that I was one short. Huh? I must've counted wrong... I recounted and noticed I wasn't wrong like I thought I was. I was one short. I sorted through the cards, and noticed the Love card was missing. Wait a second, my Love card? That's the one with...! That one had Mear's name on it and mine! Crap, crap, crappity, crap!!
I looked up and saw the Gengar again, smiling once more, and handed me something. A paper of a dance. What was this Gengar planning? Hold on a second....
“Did you give that Love card to Mear?” I asked harshly and all the Gengar did was put a finger up against his mouth, like, “Ssh. Don't tell anyone.” I rolled my eyes.
“Did you make it blank?” I asked it and he nodded. I leaned back against my bed and let a huge gush of air.
“Great. That means if he touches it a second time, the words will appear on it on BOTH sides... Great! Just great! This is what you were planning all along, wasn't it?” I exclaimed to the Gengar and he nodded. I almost wanted to strangle the Gengar until he cried for his compainions.
He tried handing me the paper again, so I snatched it this time, and all Gengar did was sit on my bed. It was a paper about a Valentine's Day Dance on the first floor. I guess Lupe was putting these up in the halls today. I could tell what he was meaning to do, but I was so hoping he wouldn't make me. Gengar didn't do anything and then just all dissapeared into the darkness.
I sighed and found a rubber band in my jacket pocket and wrapped it around the tarot cards. I stuffed them inside my jacket pocket and grabbed my parasol. I also grabbed my little purple notebook and a black pen. I decided to write poems to get my mind off this.
I headed out of my room and went down to the first floor and headed outside. I sat under the same tree as last night, and opened up my parasol just in case any sunlight came out of the clouds. I held it under one of my arms carefully as I opened up my little purple notebook and started to write a random poem in it.
I hoped that Mear wouldn't touch that white card again...
