Tales of Aradia The Last Witch Volume 3 Read Free

dishwasher, and turned to look back at
them.
    "They will be arriving in
one week so we need you to help fix up the house in preparation,"
said Ross.
    "And as for your powers,"
Liza added, "All we ask is for you to keep a low profile but only
at home. Outside and anywhere else, you can use your powers okay?
Just not at home."
    Aradia was stunned into
silence. She could not believe her parents were doing this. They
were taking in two children while Aradia was dealing with managing
the club to promote tolerance, which was currently still an
unfavorable issue. In addition to being forced to choose a consort,
and trying to prevent a war? She could not believe it! She opened
her mouth fully intending to protest against such actions, but then
she took a second look at her parents' faces. They looked very
serious about this, and Aradia got the feeling no matter what she
said they would not change their minds. It made Aradia wonder what
had happened to those poor girls to make even her parents so
desperate to take them in?
     
    In one week Aradia and her
folks cleaned, painted, and organized the entire house from top to
bottom. Upstairs there was a master bedroom where Ross and Liza
slept, Aradia's room, and two extra rooms that were meant for the
girls. They repainted the two extra rooms white, installed brand
new furniture from beds to desks, but decided to leave the
decorating to them. The entire time she was cleaning Aradia was
thinking about Melina and Marietta. What were they like? Were they
nice? More importantly, would they get along?
     
    On Saturday is when they
finally came, and Liza was dressed up in a blue skirt with a white
blouse. Aradia was not dressed up in a fancy way, but at least she
was wearing clean clothes. Her outfit consisted of blue jeans, a
red and pink shirt that said, "Love is the answer," and black
slip-on sneakers. As the minutes began to tick away, Liza and
Aradia waited anxiously. Finally, the door opened and in walked
Ross in his usual black business suit with Melina and Marietta in
tow. As soon as Aradia saw them, she tensed up in
anxiety.
    Marietta was an average
looking nine year old with long braided hair, round Bambi-like
light brown eyes, a button nose, and a slightly pudgy body. She
wore baggy clothes, a backwards baseball cap, sneakers that looked
to be two sizes too big for her, and was ferociously chewing on a
piece of gum.
    Melina, however, was much
more intimidating looking.
    She was extremely tall with
a rectangular face, pointy nose, round brown eyes that almost
looked oriental, huge light brown lips, and her hair was pulled up
in a high black braided ponytail. She wore a black denim rhinestone
decorated mini skirt, steel toed punk rocker black boots, and a hot
pink shirt peeked out from under her brown satin puffed up jacket.
She also had several piercings in her ears, a belly button ring,
and the meanest look on her face.
    However, what was most
awkward of all was the fact that both Melina and Marietta were
African American. What were my parents
thinking? Aradia thought to
herself, inviting black people to live
in a white person's house . We will look so weird to the
neighbors ! Almost immediately
afterwards, Aradia scolded herself for such thoughts.
    Brushing it aside, Aradia
smiled and walked towards them holding out her hand. "Hey I am
Aradia, but you can call me Rai if you want?"
    "Okay, but what if I don't
call you at all or just ignore you completely?" Melina asked with a
mean snicker.
    The room grew silent until
Liza nervously asked, "Who wants cookies?"
    Melina scoffed while
Marietta's eyes lit up.
    "What kind of cookies?" she
asked.
    "Well," Liza admitted, "I
didn't know which you liked so I made a little of each. Sugar
cookies, peanut butter, chocolate chip, and snicker
doodles!"
    "Cool! Where's the kitchen?"
Marietta shouted.
    Liza laughed, took
Marietta's hand, and led her past Ross into the kitchen. Melina
stiffened as she was led away. At least she is protective of