Current location:	In front of the computer, as always
Current mood:	creative
Current music:	"Ace of Cakes" on tv

Witching Lessons Chapter 11

Ziva spent the rest of the day in a pit of despair. Her mother had barely spoken to her once they got home, had just looked at her sadly and walked into her room and shut the door. Ziva stood there for a moment, before walking to the fridge, grabbing a pint of peanut butter fudge-cup ice cream and a spoon and going to her room. She shut the door and sat down in front of her computer.

She opened a window to her myspace page and began writing a blog while she munched on her ice cream:

I can't believe it. I must have lost my mind. I can't believe it! I pushed Jericho Johnson into the lockers...nearly THROUGH them. For those of you who don't know, here's the story. I was helping this new kid, named Bram, around the school. Showing him where the classes were and stuff. All of a sudden Jericho shows up and started pushing Bram around. I tried to get him to stop and he knocked me down. I jumped back up and next thing I know I got really mad...and then we were slamming into and nearly through the lockers. *SIGH* Principal Carlin called mom and told her I'd gotten into a fight. He didn't tell her that Jericho started it or that I'd simply been defending a weaker student. Mom won't talk to me, won't even look at me. And she'd been making all this talk about wanting to open up lines of communication and stuff like this. Guess that's out the window now. Principal Carlin said he'd call Mom in the morning and tell her what he'd decided about whether I'm suspended or expelled or whatever. I'm pretty nervous and hope I don't get expelled.

She clicked "post" and then closed the page. An instant message popped up from someone she didn't know and the sound on the computer was up so loud that the sudden "ding" scared her so badly she fell out of the chair. And then she nearly choked on her ice cream. She swallowed hard and forced the ice cream down. She stood and righed her chair then opened the IM.

"Hey, it's Bram, add me plz."

She quickly clicked his name and added it to her messenger list. "Hey Bram, how's it going?" She looked at the clock and was surprised to find that it was almost 5 o'clock in the evening. "Bram, I've gotta go for now, I'll chat with you later, k?"

"Sure thing! Bye now"

She left a message on the fridge for her mom and pulled a coat on. She walked quickly to Sofia's and walked into the warm kitchen. Sofia looked up from the pot she was stirring and there was instantly concern on her face. Ziva's face crumpled and she walked into the waiting, welcoming arms of Sofia.

As she bawled the story out to her, Sofia made soft, shushing sounds. When she could no longer cry and felt better, she sat down at the table with Sofia, who conjured a pot of tea and some of her oatmeal-chocolate chip cookies and blueberry muffins. While Sofia poured tea, Ziva was able to more calmly explain what had happened.Sofia listened intently and didn't inject any comments while Ziva spoke. Once she finished, however, she had plenty to say.