Ficlets

I was busy, trying to read Into Thin Air for my book report. And Lisa didn’t even have the courtesy to turn off her stupid music.
Actually, I love Fall Out Boy. But right now just wasn’t the time. She was playing the same old song for the seventh time, and my nerves were on edge.
“Lisa!” I bellowed. “If you don’t turn off the music, I’m going to…” My voice trailed off. I’m bad with threats.
She ignored me, and I couldn’t blame her.
“Look, Jo,” she came into my bedroom. “Liz found a four-leaf clover!” She held up the small clover. Sure enough, it had four leaves. For a moment I forgot to be angry.
“Cool,” I offered. And it was. I leaned over and stroked the clover with my finger. Good luck, I knew.
“What ya doin?”
“I’m working on my book report. And it has to start with a quote by the author of the book you’re reading. Do you know a Jon Krakauer quote?” I asked.
“But now that I was finally here, standing on the summit of Mount Everest , I just couldn’t summon the energy to care.” She said.
Cool.