Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

tried to explain I was censoring, that five things came into my head and I picked the least offensive, but they still weren't thrilled."

    Elle grinned at Joley over her teacup. "They got used to being called into the principal's office at school. I was really glad I came after you. You paved the way for me. I argued with the teachers over everything and the counselor said I had problems with authority figures."

    "They could never actually catch me at anything," Hannah said, breathing on her fingernails and polishing them with a satisfied air. "One or two of the teachers suspected I had something to do with frogs pouring out of the desks of girls who weren't very nice to me, but no one could actually prove it."

    Libby sighed. "I want to be like that. I detest being the good girl."

    "But you are a good girl," Kate pointed out, patting Libby's knee. "You can't help it. Even as a kid you had causes. You couldn't get into trouble because you were too busy saving the world. That's not a bad thing."

    "And you don't think mean things, Libby," Abigail added. "It isn't in you."

    "You're responsible," Sarah said. "That's a good thing."

    Libby, sitting cross-legged on the floor, covered her face with her hands, groaned aloud as she tipped over to land with her head in Hannah's lap. "No. It's so boring. I'm just plain boring. I want to be bad to the bone. Wild. Unpredictable. Anything but good old steady Libby."

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    "I'll dye your hair for you, Lib," Joley offered. "Hot pink tips and streaks of pink and purple."

    Libby peeked out around her fingers. "I cannot possibly have hot pink tips and streaks of pink and purple and be taken seriously when I go to the hospital to work. Can you imagine the reaction of my patients?"

    Joley frowned. "That's the point, Lib. You want a reaction. Throw caution and good sense to the wind.
    Changing your hair color isn't going to make you less of a doctor. You're as respected as any doctor could get."

    Libby dropped her hands from her face and reached for an all important cookie. She needed comfort food. "I'm scheduled to go on a run with the Doctors Without Borders. I can't go to Africa with hot pink hair."

    "Sure you can. The kids will love it," Joley insisted.

    "It's different with you, Joley. You're a musician. People expect you to be wild and crazy. I have to look a certain way."

    "Why?" The plate of cookies was empty and Joley waved toward the kitchen. On cue, the plate rose into the air and sailed toward the kitchen where the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted out into the living room.

    "Joley's showing off," Elle said. "It took her forever to learn that."

    Joley swatted at Elle with a rolled-up newspaper. "It did not. I could do that before you were born. Get with the program, Hagatha, we're trying to teach Libby how to be a bad girl."

    "Talk about Hagatha," Elle defended herself. "I tried to wake you up this morning and you made rude noises and threatened to toss me off the tower into a sea filled with sharks."

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    Joley poked Libby. "See, hon? That's how to be a bad girl. Did I get up and do the vacuuming like her majesty wanted me to do? No, I slept in and she did it for me."

    "As if." Elle snorted. "I didn't do your job. Libby did it so you could catch up on your sleep which you wouldn't need if you weren't up at all hours of the night."

    A collective groan went up. "Libby, you didn't." Joley tried to sound disappointed but she only managed to choke on laughter.

    Libby ducked her head so that her black hair fell in a cloud around her face and shoulders. "I thought you might need a few extra hours. It wasn't a big deal."

    Sarah hugged Libby. "You are incredible and don't even realize it."

    "No, I'm not," Libby insisted. "I want to be a Hagatha. I just don't want to color my hair. Sorry, Joley, thanks for trying, but seriously, pink hair isn't for me."

    Joley grinned at her. "There you go, trying not to hurt my feelings. We need a school for bad girls. It would be the only time in your life you got less than an A."

    Libby lifted her chin and glared at her younger sister. "I could get an A in bad girl class. I always get A's."

    Joley shrugged. "I tried not to get good grades. Once you start, the mom and pop want it to continue.
    Then you're stuck."

    Hannah nudged Joley with her foot. "Good philosophy. Wish I'd