"Erica! I know you're up there," called Psiguard.
Erica sighed from her position on the broad tree branch on the grounds of the Xavier Institute. If there was one person she could never hide from, it was her dear brother.
"What?" she demanded.
"You're supposed to be on kitchen duty."
Erica groaned.
"Oh c'mon Just..."
"Erica."
"Fine, whatever, I'm coming," she grumbled.
She pulled down the illusion she had erected around herself and started climbing back down the tree.
"Everyone has to do kitchen duty, Erica, you should know that by now," Psiguard said.
"It wouldn't bother me so much if it weren't for the fact that everyone has to do it all at once. Never get a moments peace around here."
Psiguard just shook his head as he walked with his sister to the kitchen. Same old complaints.