A ella le gusta la gasolina (whatcha say)

Dame mas gasolina! (hey)

A ella encanta la gasolina (whatcha say)

Dame mas gasolina! (hey)

A ella le gusta la gasolina (yeah)

Dame mas gasolina! (yeah)

A ella encanta la gasolina (yeah)

Dame mas gasolina! (hey, hey hey..)

I sang as my sister and I's hips move to the beat of the song. We were supposed to be typing up a PowerPoint for our Brooklyn Connections project, along with the rest of our small group of six, but once this song came on, we couldn't help but dance to it. Our teacher had made the decision to leave us in the computer room for the morning, seeing as the presentations were already late. It was me, my twin sister, our honorary sister Thais, low key arch nemesis Juliana, friend Natalie, and Tayari. The second we hear footsteps down the hall, all of our phones disappear, and we are in our seats in a fraction of a second, appearing as if we had been doing nothing but work.

Soon enough, the one of the school's two custodians walked in through the door.

"What was that noise?" Michael's voice was wary, yet triumphant all at once. He thought that we would squeal.

"The fans." We all said it, but not loud nor in chorus, seemingly nonchalant, though both mine and my twin's insides were rolling around. We were never the best of liars.

"Hmm" came out of Michael's throat, he was wary, but have nothing else away.

"Where's the teacher? And why are you all in here with the door locked?" He spoke as he was walking further into the room.

This side of the building was old, and that was evident in the layout of the classrooms, including this room. The eggshell colored paint that covered the ceiling and the top half of the wall was peeling badly, while the bottom of the wall was an nausea inducing dark green. There were posters and calendars decorating the walls covering chalk boards that had different colored boarders on the edges, some with Catholic phrases, others encouraging the prospering of students in the academic field, one of which being a partially colored in picture that I honestly wasn't sure what it was supposed to be, with a box of off brand colored pencils that was three quarters empty next to it. The room itself consisted of five or six rows of tables that were pushed against the left wall which each had about ten desktops on them, Tayari sat at the station farthest to the right, and closest to the isle in the row second closest to a half wall of windows that gave a view of the tops of some of Park Slope's buildings, with a radiator that was older than the original vampires under it. The row closest to the windows had the least amount of work stations, containing only six, with the closest to the isle being the teacher's station, thus making it available to only five students.

"Analisse?" He spoke, calling out my twin. Just to mess with him, I spoke before Leelee could.

"Mr. Connor had us stay here so that we could finish our Brooklyn Connections PowerPoint, because we were supposed to finish it by this morning, and we're gonna go to the library to present tomorrow." I explained it, my thick Brooklyn accent seeping through making 'tomorrow' sound like 'tommra' and 'library' sound like 'libary', as it always did whenever my sister and I spoke.

Michael simply nodded for me to continue, completely fooled at my actions.

"Why was the door locked?" Ahh, so there it was, his real question, he wanted to know why there was five girls and a boy locked inside a room together with no supervising adult. Lol as if!

"Because Mr. Connor told us to keep it locked." I replied barely holding back the sarcasm and eye roll. He looked slightly dumbfounded, before telling us to keep the door opened and unlocked. Instead of granting him a response, I turned back to my computer screen, before putting the finishing touches on my PowerPoint. Leelee had already finished hers about ten minutes ago, though we would claim that we weren't to get out of gym class. After Michael's departure, no one spoke for about a half an hour. Finally, I broke the silence.

"Do you think that we should bring our gym clothes to change into tomorrow?"

"Mr. Connor said that we won't have time." Came Juliana's reply. Today her curly brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her light purple 50's style glasses sat on her ivory, oval, acne covered face. She had a small amount of baby fat, and wore the same dark blue sweat pants with the school crest on the upper left thigh, and matching navy blue t-shirt with the school crest on her small left breast, the only difference being her red and black Jordan 11s. She practically oozed Dominican even without the dark skin tone. The only other noticeable difference was that she didn't listen to Spanish music, instead listening to trap music like almost all of the other students in this school.

"We prob won't." Agreed Thais. With a thoughtful tone. She was a short yet thick, with dark skin that I suppose she got from her Trinidadian heritage, her dark brown hair was pulled into a small bun at the top of her head, she wore the same uniform as Juliana, and coincidental the same shoes only in a much smaller size.

Leelee nodded, too absorbed in her own mind to give a verbal response. It was something that we both did often, working out both possible and impossible situations. I myself had been doing that very thing when the heavy wooden door opened to reveal the principal Mrs. Taylor, and a man with sandy blond hair and ocean blue eyes, he was about 6'0 and was wearing black jeans, a dark green short sleeved Henley, and Italian leather boots.

Reaching out mentally to Leelee, we shared one thought as the original vampire with a coldly calculated look in his eyes locked eyes with each of us; crap.


So, I'm back! I'm so sorry I haven't updated any of my stories, but I will post something on my page within the week.