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Dream on through the eyes of a moonsugar addict

Summary:
Spin off from Charmingals story. This follows me and my two friends when en route to Forks we end up in Texas.


Notes:


8. Chapter 8

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I wake up in a jail cell. I’m not sure how long exactly I’ve been high but its dark outside so quite a while.

I also don’t remember much. I remember a moon sugar shop, then a close up of a barrel filled with moon sugar, Catkin dragging me away then some shouting priests…

And flashing blue lights

“Are you sure these are the girls father?” a voice with a strong Texan accent asks.

“Affirmative” another voice answers.

I look up to see a fat policeman (or is he a sheriff?) and two priests. One has silver hair and glasses and the other is kinda normal looking with brown hair.

“It’s a shame” the silver-haired one starts to babble “ they look like such nice girls. Are you sure we can’t pay the bail?”

“Negative” brown-hair replies.

“That wouldn’t be such a good idea father” the sheriff says, I think, “the charges are very serious. They could be facing 10 years”

10 YEARS!!!!!!!!!

I’ll be old by the time they let us out. And Tolley would kill us. And I’ll never meet Carlisle. And Tolley will kill us!

Or me…well definitely me. She always blames me for some reason…

“Are you sure Tres? They don’t look harmful” silver-hair says again Brown-hair, or Tres, looks at him.

Silver-hair cringes and mutters something under his breath.

“Well I think y’all best be going now” sheriff suggests “

Does that mean us?” who said that? Oh right…the only one with the so-called “frizzy” voice.

“I’m sorry lil lady, your spending the night” sheriff says using that condescending voice adults use sometimes to me…but not the kind of voice you would use for criminals like us

Tres/ brown-hair has started to walk out and silver-hair shrugs and follows him, falling over a table as he does.

“This is all your fault Tash” Catkins annoyed voice comes from a corner. Well at least I wasn’t the only one arrested…

“No it’s the priests, remember the one who was chasing us…” Delia’s dreamy voice says from the bed.

“They weren’t the same priests!” Catkin shouts back “As I was saying; Tash this is all your fault”

“How? I wasn’t the one getting chased by the clergy! Can’t they curse you for that? And I don’t even remember what I did…”

I get distracted from the rest of my sentence and Catkins ensuing rant by a great discovery.

Possibly one of the greatest discoveries in the history of the world. Yes, even better than…. the light bulb!

My pockets are full of moon sugar!

Pretty great…

“Tash, what are you grinning at?” Catkins voice cuts through my moon sugar discovery bubble of happiness.

“Erm…” quick think fast “That priest was cute?” My little person inside my head rolls their eyes and mutters something along the lines great lie smartass.

“Tash, shut up” Delia remarks from the bed.

“TASH!!!!!!!!!! He’s a priest!!!! And even if he wasn’t what about Carlisle???” Catkins face has gone a funny colour, but at least she fell for the lie. Take that voice in my head!

“Carlisle?” Delia buries her face in a pillow and Catkin starts banging her head against the wall.

I think she’s worrying. And worrying isn’t good for you, as I always say to Tolley. I tell Catkin this and she shoots me a look that says that if we weren’t facing 10 years in jail already she would kill me.

Jail looks like it’s going to be fun!