Jube-Jube
I sat on the hot, stuffy bus, returning from another boring, normal day at school. At least normal for me. Every boy on the bus was crowding round me, desperate to get my attention. I looked around at them all. I was surrounded from the smallest seven year old with a seriously runny nose, to the funkiest sixth former. I honestly didn't care about any of them, I mean, I'm twelve for asteroids sake! All of my friends say I'm so lucky to be so popular, and why don't I try to flirt with some of the hotties? One of these "hotties" had just pushed his way into the seat next to me.
"Hey, you doing anything this Saturday, sweet thing?" I just rolled my eyes and mumbled something about having a ton of homework. " I know, it sucks, right? Well, how about lunch tomorrow? I'll pay, how about it Jube?" Everyone on the bus gasped. "DUCK AND COVER!!!" One of them yelled. This kid was obviously new, because he looked pretty confused when everyone hid under their seat. "What the heck are you guys doin… AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" I grabbed him by the collar of his stupid T-shirt, head locked him and threw him right to the end of the school bus (It was a very long bus) ""How many times do I have to tell you pathetic wastes of DNA?" I yelled at him with my Russian accent. "It's not Jube, it's BLOODY JUBE-JUBE!!!" I ran over to him and grabbed his neck. "Got it?" I hissed. He gulped nervously. "Y…yes J…J…Jube-Jube." I dropped him and he scuttled away like a blue bottle. I didn't bother going after him, mainly because I couldn't move. When I was creaming him, my white designer cardigan had ripped off revealing the skimpy black shirt I was wearing. I sighed, I knew all these boys crowding only liked me for my looks. I'm very tall, I have an amazingly perfect figure, I have flawless tan colour skin, perfect white teeth, shiny, straight, thick black hair, eyes so dark you can't see my pupils and strangely, my nails are midnight black(I'm forever getting told off at school for wearing nail varnish, I try to tell them that they're naturally black). After what seemed like hours, it was finally my stop. I pushed my way passed everyone and stormed off the bus. The driver shrank away from me as I went passed, like I was some kind off rabid rhino. I walked for about ten minutes to my house. It's a pretty large house. My pig of a dad calls it his master piece. He works as a house designer. A very successful house designer. So we're pretty well off. He tries to buy me love, getting me clothes, toys, makeup, you know, all that crap that most girls love. I don't mind some of the clothes, some of the teddies are cute and now and then I slap on some mascara and lipstick, but all the rest of it is totally NOT what I like. I like, no, adore science, and I'm famous for it. I'm in year eight at school, but I've been moved up so high in science I'm already doing my GCSEs. Although it's just too easy, so I often wear the teachers out.
I storm into the house. Oh god, my so called father has got home early. He's watching some rubbish on T.V, he's changed out of his suit and is now wearing a gaudy shocking pink and pillar box red shirt and some tiny Hawaiian shorts. I don't mind the Hawaiian part, because of my addiction to Lilo and Stitch(I'll talk, erm, write about that later) But his legs just made me want to throw up. They're white and covered in ginger hairs. How my mother can sleep with him is a total mystery to me. He's also down right thick, he has no idea how much I hate him. "Ah! How's my favourite little girl? Come and give your old daddy a cuddle!" Just thinking about that made me shudder. "Gee, I would love to daddy, but I need to get going with my homework." He just rolled his cold, sea green eyes.
"Ach ay the noo," He said in his Scottish accent. Yes, Scottish.
"You really do get to much homework, I think you should move down a year, so you can relax a bit!"
I told you he was stupid. But after a lot of arguing, I managed to slip into my room. For about four hours, I studied some rare micro organism that could cure the common cold. Soon, my mum brought my tea up on a dainty tray. Now I just can't stick my dad, so I normally turn to my mum. Though sometimes, she's worse. "Hey petal!" She said soothingly in her English accent. Yes, I know. My dad is Scottish and my mum's English. Don't ask how I got my Russian accent. Anyway, she placed my favourite in front of me, French toast with sprinkles, and got chatting. I think an hour past, because it was pitch black outside. I didn't care, I enjoy talking with my mum. I've inherited a lot from her. I've inherited her skin colour, her figure, her nail shape and her heart shaped head. But she has blond hair, shiny nails, blue eyes and I tower a couple inches above her. It's really weird. My vile dad has ginger hair, freckles, crooked, yellow teeth and as you know, has a Scottish voice. My mum is blond, small, oh you already know her description! But I am totally different. It depresses me sometimes, but not often. I grabbed my now cold toast, and stared out the window. It was horribly bleak tonight. Tipping it with icy rain, wind blowing like, well, like Phoon from Lilo and Stitch, and the place was deserted. Then I saw a movement. Oh no. It was a poor kitty lost in the rain! Then it just, collapsed. Right in the middle of the road. Oh god! A car was screaming toward it! Without thinking, I ripped the window open and leapt out. It was a forty foot fall but I did that kinda thing all the time. I ran and practically jumped in front of the car, scooped up the little guy and ran to the other side. The startled driver yelled a curse before driving off. I tore off another one of my white cardigans and wrapped it round it. The cardigan got a bit wet and muddy, but I had, like, another million. I climbed up the vines that were attached to the wall that led to my room. I placed the poor cat on my bed and turned on the light so I could see it better. I pealed back the cardigan, and had a mini heart attack. My eyes weren't playing tricks, my mind wasn't fooling about and I knew this wasn't a dream. There, in my room, right in front of me, was some one I knew very clearly, some one who was from a show I loved, some one who would soon eat all my batteries. Experiment 221, but most people knew him as Sparky the living lightning bolt. "Spa…Spar…Sparky?" I managed to splutter. He had opened his eyes and trying(And failing) to get up. It looked horribly weak. Weirdly enough, I wasn't all that scared. I started to feel sorry for the little guy. Most sensible people would probably ran away like little girls, but I'm not sensible, I'm different.
"Um, aloha?" Sparky hadn't spotted me before, the moment he looked at me he let out a pathetic yelp and crawled under my bed. It was a Victorian style bed, with four posters and curtains tied back with black silk. I peered under the bed. Sparky was pressed against the wall, shaking with fear and cold. "Don't be scared, I wont hurt you, if you promise not to electrocute me." Sparky stayed stubbornly against the wall. I had a quick brain blast. I ran to my wardrobe and grabbed a box. I reached inside and pulled out a small battery.
" Here Sparky, I know how much you love triple A batteries." Sparky looked at the battery, licked his lips, and started to inch toward it. He wouldn't come any closer when we were about a foot apart, so I left it on the floor and took me and the box to the other side of the room. He crawled out from under the bed, sniffed the battery, and quickly swallowed it. I held out a couple more in my hand. It took a LONG while for him to gain enough courage to even move an inch closer. I sighed, this was getting really boring.
"Look, if you want them then get a flipping move on!" He looked even more frightened now.
"Sorry, I know I have a fierce temper. Don't be afraid, I don't bite. I don't even bark! I promise I won't hurt you, see?" I held out my pinkie finger.
"I'll pinkie swear on it. Come on! You must of pinkie sworn with Lilo or your other cousins once!" Sparky's expression changed from scared to surprised.
"How you know about Lilo and COUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZINS?" A laughed a little bit. I gave him a quick talk about how much I adore Lilo and Stitch. I have endless Lilo and Stitch toys, gadgets, plushies and DVDs. I even have a gold fish that I feed peanut butter sandwiches, a coffee maker, a mini fridge loaded with every characters favourite food and drinks, a TV that only plays Lilo and Stitch episodes and everything I own say "The Lilo And Stitch Manic". This must of gained Sparkys trust, because he ended up right next to me and eating batteries straight from the box. I couldn't help but say awww when he hiccupped from eating them too fast. He was so much cuter in person, erm, I mean alien than he is on T.V. Sparky started to look drowsy, but I didn't want him to sleep. I didn't want to sleep. What if I woke up and he was gone? But he was so cute I couldn't torture him. I decided to chat for another five minutes.
"So Sparks, how did you end up here? This isn't really a place you go on holiday." He opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it.
"Meega naga sure. Hit head hard. Sokka." He hung his little yellow head.
"Aw, it's okay! By the way, my name's Jube-Jube. But don't call me Jube. Call me Jube and you'll die!" The rain outside seemed to be getting worse. Lightning cut the sky in half while the thunder echoed throughout the night. Sparky got startled badly and before I knew it, he was clinging to me like a toddler. After a bit, he realised what was going on, and let go sharpish.
"Sokka, Jube-Jube." He got my name right! First time for everything I guess.
"Sparky, two things. One, how the heck can you be scared of thunder if you're a lightning experiment? And two…" My turn to be the toddler. I grabbed him and held him like a plush toy
"I hate thunder too!" After a bit, Sparky relaxed in my arms. He'd fallen asleep. I let him stay on my lap; poor guy, it must be awful being so far from home. He looked too cute now, curled up on my lap like a cat and even purring. I refused to sleep, but my eyelids kept getting heavier. Had to stay awake, had to stay awake, had to stay awake, had to… I began to snore gently.