99/356 Nick busied himself picking up his books from the table so he didn’t have to look at me. “Mom and Dad asked me to keep an eye on you. I didn’t want to break my promise to them.” He grabbed his sack, and slipped the handles onto his wrist. “Now I’m going to my room to finish my homework. See? I’m not guarding you.” He left before I could say anything else. A moment later, I heard his bedroom door close. I sank down on the kitchen chair and checked my fingers. Tiny white scorched spots had formed on their tips. “I should have gone with the frogs,” I said. A lyrical voice behind me chimed, “As the saying goes, if you play with fire, you end up with blisters.” I turned around and saw Chrissy. Chapter 7 This time Chrissy wore a lavender-colored spandex top with a flowing white tutu. Her pink hair was piled up on her head in a bun and held in place with diamond-studded pins. She looked like a ballerina who’d wandered away from The Nutcracker. “Chrissy,” I breathed out in relief.
What do You think about My Unfair Godmother (2011)?
