Element Girls Book 1 by Mihaela Bogdan (good books to read for young adults .TXT) 📖

on the p.c. . Her mother came in and pressed the pause button:
  -I can’t believe my eyes! Julyana said looking at her daughter as if she committed a crime. It is summer time, outside is beautiful and sunny and you are laying like a vegetable on your bed.
  -Mommy, I’m not in the mood; Michaela said with a lazy voice.
  -What happened?
  -Nothing.
  -I am your mother, I can see that it is not nothing with you! Julyana said sitting next to her daughter and giving her a sweet motherly smile to make her spit it out.
  Unlike Laura’s puppy eyes, Julyana’s tricks in melting Michaela’s heart always worked out. Unable resisting her mother’s affection, Michaela spoke up:
  -OK, I decided to leave a group.
  -What group?
  -Me and other three girls with same interests as me about ‘verything.
  -Why?
  -Do I really have to answer ya?! Her mother’s questions began to annoy her.
  -Yes, it is not healthy to keep upsetting emotions inside of you. Now, tell me the reason.
  -I noticed that I’m not as good as ‘hem, that I do things slower than they do. Seeing how they’re always ahead of me, made me feel weak.
  -Oh, sweetie! Just because you learn slower than others doesn’t mean that you’re weak. You must work twice as them to achieve in what you’re doing.
  -But it’s too much work! Michaela yawned like a kitten.
  -You’re just lazy, that’s the problem! Her mother said raising her voice with sarcasm.
Michaela’s cell phone ranged just in time. It was a text message from her best friend Georgia, whom wanted to meet at the library near the city’s cliff. Behind the cliff, the Danube River was streaming slowly, caring the many ships to their destinations.
  -Gotta go, Georgia’s calling!
  -Finally, some good reason for you to leave the house, lazy bones! Julyana said sarcastically. It is clear why Michaela’s personality is dominated by sarcasm and irony: she’s exactly like her mother, although none of them doesn’t want to admit it.
  -Bye mommy! Were Michaela’s last words while closing the entrance door quickly.
  -Why does my daughter have to be so complicated? Surely she gets it from her father. (She wishes!)
*
  At her enormous house, Laura was in her big fashionable bedroom, checking her wardrobe to see what clothes to keep and what to get rid of. But after five minutes she gave up and took a sit at her desk. In that moment her little sister entered running and hoping around like a rabbit:
  -C’mon Laura, play with me!
  -Get lost, little brat! Laura said with a down voice.
  -But I’m bored! Andreea shouted. Mom and dad are away, my friends are on vacation ....
  -I don’t want to.
  Andreea became quiet and walked slowly to the door. She opened it and went outside. Before closing it, she said to her older sister with tears in her eyes:
  -Since you became a teenager you stop playing with me.
  After the door closed, Laura sighted, stood up and went after her little sister. Andreea’s bedroom was in front of Laura’s. She approached the door silently and knocked three times. No answer came so Laura opened it slowly and entered. Andreea was sitting in her pink bed with a teddy bear in her arms, crying.
  Laura came near her and took her in a hug:
  -Sorry, Andy! I didn’t mean to upset you. I am just stressed out because mom and dad don’t understand me nor what I want to do in life to be happy. They always think that I’m still your age, this is why I avoid playing with you. I want to show them how mature I’ve become.
  Hearing this explanation, Andreea wiped her tears and faced her older sister. She looked to understand Laura’s situation.
  -I’m ten and you’re eighteen. Between us are eight years apart and that’s a long time if you ask me.
  -Guess they forgot about this.
  -This is why you were upset earlier?
  -A little. The real reason is this ...
  Laura told Andreea she had three new friends and one of them left the group because she felt guilty for something she hasn’t done.
  -What she did? Andreea asked curious.
  Laura didn’t expect to hear this question. Luckily for her, inventing a fictional story was her specialty:
  -We wanted to do a small play, where we are witches.
  -Witches? I prefer princesses.
  -But do they have magic powers, cast spells or ride on mythological creatures? Laura asked her sister with a smirk.
  -No.
  -Then let me tell you a story about the four witches of planet Earth wearing the name “Element Girls”:
  “The story begins with four witches controlling different elements: water, wind, earth and fire. They were fighting against an evil ogre. The ogre kidnapped the fire witch and lured the other three into a trap. The witches managed to save the fiery one, but lost the battle. They were saved just in time by their dragons. Few more seconds later and the ogre would have ate them. The fire witch took the blame on her for losing the battle and decided to leave the group. Now the other three witches have to find a way to get her back and take revenge on the evil ogre.”
  -Will the fire witch return to defeat that ugly ogre?! Andreea asked full of enthusiasm. The story would be great if they win.
  -I thought you liked princesses!
  -Yeah, I guess this story changed my mind. Witches are cooler because they defend them selves, while princesses have to wait for their princes on a white horse to save them. Chapter 11 - On your own. Part 2

-Get moving red! I have a lot of work to do and you’re in my way!
  -Ease up, George! Why do you always have to pick on our little sister? Peter defended Helena.
  -Enough you two! I am not a little girl anymore, so stop treating me like one.
  Helena went out of the flower shop, leaving her older twin brothers speechless. It is always this way: since she was a little girl, Helena’s brothers, George and Peter treated her with no seriousness. Even now when she’s eighteen, they behave the same with her.
  The difference between them is that George is rude and rough, nothing seems to please him. He heirs these from their mother, Ana-Maria. She has a sociable personality, unlike her son.
  On the other hand, Peter inherited his father’s calmness and understanding personality.
  “If the twin boys would be flowers, George would be a cactus and Peter a snowdrop.” Helena thought as she walked up to her bedroom decorated with pots of multicolored flowers.
  -You are the only ones that understand me, if you could talk to me it will be ... hey ... . Now that I am the earth witch ... maybe ...
  Helena tried to think of a good spell, containing only two words: a noun and a verb to be easier and quicker. Finally, two words came on her mind:
  -Loqui Romanian (speak Romanian)! Nothing happened. It didn’t work.
  -Do you always complain when things don’t go your way? A red rose from her window asked irritated.
  -Who said that? Helena asked scared.
  -Don’t tell me you forgot already?! A violet next to the rose asked with a rude laughter.
  -That’s not nice! It is her first magic trick on us, be more understanding; the lilies from her night drawer defended Helena.
  -You’re defending her because she loves you more, the cactus from the desk complained.
  Helena tried to calm them down, but before she could do something the plants in her room start a fall out. Soon she heard footsteps approaching her door, but the plants would not stop fighting. The earth witch lost her temper and shouted:
  -Pacem (silence)! And silence fall just in time. Her father entered her room.
  -Is everything all right? I heard loud noises coming from your room. Her father, Enache looked concerned at his daughter.
  -Nothing’s wrong dad, really!
  -Really?
  -Yeah, you know how I behave after George and Peter upset me.
  -If it is just them, then fine. But you mother needs your help now. The plants are growing beautifully and fast. It’s a miracle!
  “Poor dad, if he only knew ... “
*
  -Oana, Andrew is waiting for you outside. Her mother Florence said to her daughter, entering her bedroom.
  Oana was sitting in front of her laptop, doing research on GOOGLE about Black Magic. But the results gave her books, cartoons, movies and addresses of the Gipsy females calling themselves witches of White and Black Magic.
  -In a minute mom! She said being revolted of the fake witches on the Internet. “Me and my girls are realistic with magic, not imposters like them!”
  Andrew was Oana’s boyfriend since the first year of high school. He was as tall as her, with light brown hair, in the sunlight his hair color tend to blond. His kind and patient personality made Oana fall in love with him from the beginning, but as any teenage couples, they had their small fights, they were never serious though.
  Outside Oana’s country side house, was a wooden bench where Andrew was waiting for his girlfriend.
  -Hello, darling! He said kissing her. What’s with the long face?
  -I’ve lost a friend; Oana responded almost crying.
  -You’ll find new ones.
  -It is not funny! If you knew her then you’ll feel sad as I am now.
  -Calm down, I was joking. Look, maybe you need to take some time off from your friends and think about your social connection with them. Maybe you’re not compatible with them.
  -No, it’s not that. The true story is longer.
  -We’ll have enough time for it while taking a relaxing walk in the park.
  Andrew listened closely to every detail in Oana’s story. After she finish describing all her friends, including Gavriel and Rafael, Andrew took some time to process the information. Just like his girlfriend, he was passionate to science too, especially if involved people in it. He had a theory: “Science is either good or bad, depending on the people’s personalities that are involved in it”.
  -What do you think? Oana asked him, seeing that he was silent for almost five minutes.
  -I think Michaela, having the younger age that is seventeen, is still a child comparing her to the rest of you. She got scared, thinking that she made something wrong and that she will lose her friends. When people have a sensible consciousness, they tend to blame themselves for things they didn’t do.
  -I know Michaela, she’s always sarcastic or ironic or sometimes even funny, but