by Kat Screwup
Vanessa narrates this chapter in which we get to know our characters a little better.
Was I really meant to do this? Was I made to be a word collector? Or was there some colossal screwup and I could have been living a nice, normal, life somewhere? That must be it. And now I'm stuck with a power that attracts words and trouble. Sweet little Lily and I were just crossing Southwest Oregon when we found Opal. I was sitting near the sidelines of the crowd who was watching Lily sing in the street. Opal approached me shyly and pointed to one of the books in my basket. "May I look at this one?" she asked softly. "Why sure!" I nodded enthusiastically. Then I noticed which one she was pointing to, a small, slim volume with a blank cover. This was the book I used to figure out who had the spectacular talents and who didn't, as normal folks can't see it.
I'm still not terribly certain as to how Opal ended up in our trailer, but I think she doesn't appreciate it too terribly much. She's always snapping her gum and making barbed little comments. I suppose when you become a social outcast like that, and you don't have anyone else to rely on, you grow a thick shell around you. Oh darn... I can't seem to find any stamps. I guess I'll have to mail it to you later.
Your Little Sis