Papa don't preach
Blugh. Something is defiantly wrong with me, I haven't been this sick since that dodgy burrito Alice brought from a stall on the side of a Mexican road. This is worse, every time I eat, ten minutes later, I puke it back up, it's like clockwork. Only, unlike that time in Mexico, I still want to eat after, like right now I could really go for a pickle and peanut butter sandwich.
After taking abuse for my weird arce sandwich, I finally felt full. I showered just quick enough to be out before my sandwich was due to make its reappearance. I stayed in my bathroom while I straitened my hair, fixing it in to a side pony tail and put on some eyeliner, I waited about 15 minutes but the odd sandwich stayed where it was. I have to go see a doctor about this; it's like my body is trying to screw with me! One moment I'm fine, the next I can't hold anything down, one moment I can land a triple flip off the top of a pyramid, the next I want to crawl in a corner and sleep of weeks.
I decided that I'd waited long enough, and if I didn't appear in the garage of our building soon, Alice would come looking for me. So I put on my prettiest underwear, woo go sports bras! Then donned the skimpiest of my cheer uniforms, the one that helped me pass Spanish last semester, hot pink and black, low cut crop top with a low rise belt of a skirt with split pleats to give the illusion that if I bent over you wouldn't see my arce. I have to say it is my favourite ensemble, and out of the 16 combinations we can to choose to wear, it's my most frequent. And Being the head cheerleader has it's perks, my "minions" *rolls eyes* wouldn't dare wear the same kit as me, the only people who would dare are Alice and Rose, my right hand woman and my half sister, the only girls in school worth more than 13 seconds of my time.
"God girl how long do you take?" and that's the down side of living with my best friend, she wanted the biggest apartment, with the grandest view, which means living with her brother Emmett and my half siblings Rose and Jasper. Super rich 'rents and they won't spring for and apartment each, god what is this world coming to!
"Well Em it takes time to look this hot at half 6 in the morning" which is true, that and I have to wait 10 minutes after I eat before I dare to put on my threads!
"Yer about that....why do we get up this early? It's not like anyone would care if the star quarter back, best kicker since forever, the hottest cheerleaders and Alice"
"Hey!"
"Don't show up till, I dunno...the time classes actually start? And you, Alice, are my sister and to be honest I think I see too much of you arce in my day to day life."
"Like we haven't all seen yours..." oh can't you just feel the family love? We have this same conversation every morning, while waiting for the prettier sister to materialise. I don't know why we wait for each other before we leave, but every morning we wait, say good morning and then get into our ridiculously expensive foreign cars and drive, separately, to hell.
Before I brag about our cars I have to make a point, we chose our cars for speed not the status that comes with driving the most expensive cars in the world, oh and their sexyosity...!
My baby, my Lamborghini Reventon 1 of only 20, went from 0-60 in 3.3 seconds, until rose did some tinkering, she likes to tinker, now it's at least as fast as Jaspers SSC ultimate aero. And that's how it goes; Alice drives a Porsche Carrera GT in a lovely shade of canary yellow *roles eyes again* Rose got the Koenigsegg CCX and the bear man aka Emmett drives the ultimate in expensive cars the Bugatti Veyron. All in all totalling near 5 million. Ostentatious much.
We are the elite. We were emancipated minors. It was just easier that way, when Em dose something stupid it's still Alice that gets called instead of some small town sheriff trying to contact big time movie producer Carlisle Cullen or world famous interior decorator Esme Masen-Cullen. And honestly nobody wants to have to talk to dad's latest bimbo about our illegal street racing at 3 in the morning; she's not a morning person, in fact, she's now probably more plastic than person.
We just cut the middle men, $500 and the cop pretends like he didn't see us drunk and disorderly. Sometimes it takes more than 500... Sometimes Em dose something really stupid, he once got himself involved with a motorbike gang, and before you can say weekend in Mexico, had a condom full of coke up his arce. That was probably the hardest to explain, you have to understand that it's hard to see anyone shoving an illegal substance involuntarily up Emmet's bottom, the boy's built like a house! He could probably bench press my car.
The drive to school was dull as ever, my baby doesn't like inner city traffic, right until we hit the freeway. The moment my car hit sixty my stomach hit the roof, causing me to swerve off the road and fling myself out the door just in time to chuck up my odd sandwich, right in front of my closest friends and family. Who were by now also stopped in the middle of a road, a road that was now getting busier and busier.
Jasper was the first to ask "Are you alright bells?"
"I will be once you tell me that you've got gum." My big brother let out a relived laugh, as the pixie sorted me out with tissues, gum, water and the most important, lip-gloss.
"So do you want us to pick up your homework lill sis?"
"Only you Rose, only you could say that and make it sound like an insult, and besides, what makes you think I'm taking the day off?"
"Well you just threw up on the side of a road, and you were only going like 60, which in my opinion makes you weak!" SMACK "ow Rosie what?" that's why I love my sister; she's got the confidence of 70 jocks, and just the right amount of sass to pull it off. She didn't need to answer Emmett, he knew that he messed with the baby cub, me by the way; that is until Em knocks her up and she has someone else to protect.
Now what to do, I could say that I'm fine tell them that I've been spewing my guts after every time I've eaten for days, or... "I'll go to the doctor before class, and be back in time for practice."
"I'll drive you!"
"And leave the porch out in the open?" gasp "someone might look at it!" Alice rolled her eyes, just as a town car pulled up, and a second driver got out and took Alice's keys.
"Oh look at that!" it's that sort of thing that makes me wonder why I talk to Alice at all really, she always has to be at least 3 steps ahead of everybody.
