Just some fun writing. Only Fergus and Fiona are my characters.
Chapter One
Bring It On: Whitney
As I pushed the door to my bedroom open, I heard my sister Jamie crying in her bedroom next to mine. Despite the fact that I was dead-beat from the Nationals, my skin was shiny and grimy with grease, and my hair was in desperate need for a shampooing, I still went into her bedroom.
"Jamie? What's the matter?" I asked. I love my sister Jamie. At fourteen years old she was really beginning to look like me. Olive-skinned, black-haired and almond-eyed. Even Courtney agreed that she would end up prettier than me. She would be a great cheerleader. Ever since I was fifteen and got accepted into the squad, I've trained her dutifully, repeating what I've learned and teaching her. It broke my heart just to see her cry.
"I saw the Nationals on TV just now..." she managed between her sobs.
Oh no, was she referring to our defeat? I always thought the Clovers were great. After all, we couldn't keep on winning.
"Aw, Jamie--"
"I really want to be on the squad, Whitney! I would've looked good in your uniforms," she wailed, tugging at my grimy skirt. I rolled my eyes in relief. Jamie can make the squad anytime, it was only that Missy could imitate a Romanian gymnast and that was probably what Torrance wanted. I could call for tryouts anytime. The Nationals were over and we might need more people on the squad for more difficult stunts.
"Jamie, you WILL be on the squad. All I have to do is call Torrance to arrange for tryouts. You have Courtney and I to vote for you. Don't worry your pretty head, mei-mei," I stroked her hair. Jamie brightened up. She loved it when I call her mei-mei as it means little sister in Chinese.
"Um, Whitney? Aunt Felicia called long-distance just now," she said after sniffing for a while. Aunt Felicia? Oh, that Aunt Felicia. She and that awful Fiona, her daughter. So what if they were from London? We are all Chinese, no matter what we say, how we dress and where we stay. My mother is from China but my father is American, so I'm a Chinese by heart and American by soul.
"What did she want?"
"She says Fiona will be coming to stay with us and finish high-school here! Isn't that such a nightmare?" Jamie grimaced. She knew the full horror of having Fiona Liu-ling Hamilton living here. All pig-tails and ties and stockings, bitchy and self-opinionated. Two years ago we went to London for our summer vacation and we had to endure her `coops of tea' and `bourgeois middle-closs behavior' to screaming point.
"Oh my god! What happened?" I asked sarcastically. Jamie shrugged.
"I think she broke up with her boyfriend."
"Fiona has a boyfriend? Fiona?"
We giggled, then Jamie added, "By the way, her brother Fergus will be staying with us too. Mom is so happy she almost hit the roof. Who's Fergus?"
I didn't know who was this Fergus person at first, then I remembered something. "The last time we went to London he was at boarding school. I heard he's a dork." We snickered wickedly.
"There's this story that Fergus managed to connect his school's water heating system to his personal computer. Fiona thinks her brother is a genius, but to me, he's just a pimply geek," I informed Jamie. Jamie gave me a mock horror look, then she said, "Um, by the way, you better go take a shower before zits start invading. I shudder when I think of your pores getting clogged with oil."
Seeing that Jamie is consoled, I petted her and left the room for my beauty bath.
I love my sister.
Chapter One
Bring It On: Whitney
As I pushed the door to my bedroom open, I heard my sister Jamie crying in her bedroom next to mine. Despite the fact that I was dead-beat from the Nationals, my skin was shiny and grimy with grease, and my hair was in desperate need for a shampooing, I still went into her bedroom.
"Jamie? What's the matter?" I asked. I love my sister Jamie. At fourteen years old she was really beginning to look like me. Olive-skinned, black-haired and almond-eyed. Even Courtney agreed that she would end up prettier than me. She would be a great cheerleader. Ever since I was fifteen and got accepted into the squad, I've trained her dutifully, repeating what I've learned and teaching her. It broke my heart just to see her cry.
"I saw the Nationals on TV just now..." she managed between her sobs.
Oh no, was she referring to our defeat? I always thought the Clovers were great. After all, we couldn't keep on winning.
"Aw, Jamie--"
"I really want to be on the squad, Whitney! I would've looked good in your uniforms," she wailed, tugging at my grimy skirt. I rolled my eyes in relief. Jamie can make the squad anytime, it was only that Missy could imitate a Romanian gymnast and that was probably what Torrance wanted. I could call for tryouts anytime. The Nationals were over and we might need more people on the squad for more difficult stunts.
"Jamie, you WILL be on the squad. All I have to do is call Torrance to arrange for tryouts. You have Courtney and I to vote for you. Don't worry your pretty head, mei-mei," I stroked her hair. Jamie brightened up. She loved it when I call her mei-mei as it means little sister in Chinese.
"Um, Whitney? Aunt Felicia called long-distance just now," she said after sniffing for a while. Aunt Felicia? Oh, that Aunt Felicia. She and that awful Fiona, her daughter. So what if they were from London? We are all Chinese, no matter what we say, how we dress and where we stay. My mother is from China but my father is American, so I'm a Chinese by heart and American by soul.
"What did she want?"
"She says Fiona will be coming to stay with us and finish high-school here! Isn't that such a nightmare?" Jamie grimaced. She knew the full horror of having Fiona Liu-ling Hamilton living here. All pig-tails and ties and stockings, bitchy and self-opinionated. Two years ago we went to London for our summer vacation and we had to endure her `coops of tea' and `bourgeois middle-closs behavior' to screaming point.
"Oh my god! What happened?" I asked sarcastically. Jamie shrugged.
"I think she broke up with her boyfriend."
"Fiona has a boyfriend? Fiona?"
We giggled, then Jamie added, "By the way, her brother Fergus will be staying with us too. Mom is so happy she almost hit the roof. Who's Fergus?"
I didn't know who was this Fergus person at first, then I remembered something. "The last time we went to London he was at boarding school. I heard he's a dork." We snickered wickedly.
"There's this story that Fergus managed to connect his school's water heating system to his personal computer. Fiona thinks her brother is a genius, but to me, he's just a pimply geek," I informed Jamie. Jamie gave me a mock horror look, then she said, "Um, by the way, you better go take a shower before zits start invading. I shudder when I think of your pores getting clogged with oil."
Seeing that Jamie is consoled, I petted her and left the room for my beauty bath.
I love my sister.