A/N: Hey! I know I have 2 unfinished stories out there, but I don't where the inspiration for this one came from, but I think it'll be good, and I'll update Chemicals React, very soon! NO FLAMING! Please.

Roll of Sister, Hear My Cry

By: Elisabeth C. Dalton (Normal People call me Lizzie!)

Summary: Keely lived her life without knowing her younger sister, and she was fine with that. Until Mandy Teslow got the brilliant idea to have her sister come and visit, with attending H.G. Wells, and being shown around Pickford included in the offer, she brings massive amounts of chaos with her and turns Keely's world upside down.

Note: Keely's sister is not my original creation, she's based on someone you might recognize. Although, she doesn't act anything like her! And this isn't written as an insult to her, it's just an inspiration I got! And you say her sister's name Kall-ee-op, pretty much just like it's spelt, it's kind of an unusual name, but so is Keely…lol

Chapter One: Here Comes Kalleeop!

Keely Teslow had lived seventeen years without even so much as a 'Hey, how are you?' from her younger sister, Kalleeop, because she was always, as Keely's mother, Mandy would put it, 'the bad seed of the family.' And she was right. Kalleeop from the moment she could walk would always cause trouble. And when she could talk…oh my. At six she was sent to a boarding school because she called her teacher a— Well, let's just say it wasn't flattering. And when she turned eleven, she took up smoking, and she was kicked out of that boarding school, then put into another. After she set that one's office on fire at thirteen, she was old enough to be sent to a military school. She was caught with student commander in a closet, and thrown out of there only four months later.

Now fifteen, she hadn't improved much. She'd only worsened with age. No one could figure out Kalleeop, she had a good life, nice family, and yet…she was always so…bad. Keely never had any desire to correspond with her, considering her track record. Keely had never even kissed a boy, and Kalleeop had been caught with one in a closet doing God knows what. Keely had never told anyone about her rebel sister, no one. Not even her best friend, Phil Diffy. No one would understand. Truthfully, she didn't understand herself.

It was a perfectly normal Wednesday, Keely Teslow got dressed, fixed her hair with flowers and extra care as she always did, and headed downstairs. Her mother, a realtor, was sorting through stacks of paper at the table while blabbering away on her phone.

"Uh-huh, I agree…but…she doesn't know us!…No, no, she can…of course…alright…talk to you then…good-bye." Mandy hung up the phone, and turned to Keely standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Well, good morning, Pumpkin Buns, how'd you sleep?"

"Good…" Keely paused, "Who was that?"
"Who?"
"On the phone."
"Oh! That, well, you know Kalleeop, right?"

"No, thank God! What a basket case!"

"Yes, well, she's coming to stay with us."

"Ha…I musta heard you wrong, 'cause I thought you said she was staying with us."

"No, you heard me correctly, she's staying with us."

"But…she got kicked out of two boarding schools, and a MILITARY school!"

"I know, but maybe family's what she needs right now."

"Mom, they caught her in a closet!"
"Yes, but that's in the past."

"Mom she was in a closet!"
"Yes, but she's coming. And that's just the way it is."
"For how long?"

"I'm not sure, but she'll be attending school with you."
"WHAT!"

"Keely…please cooperate, it won't be for forever."

"Mom…"
"She's arriving sometime after you get home from school, so be prepared."

"Okay."

"See you after school, have a good day."

"Thanks, you too. Bye Mom."

Keely headed out the door, and couldn't believe she not only had to see her sister, but had to go to school with her! She would absolutely mortify Keely. Keely couldn't begin to imagine how many willing closet dwellers she would be caught with at H. G. Wells!

She caught up with Phil at lunch, after subconsciously poking a million holes in her Salisbury steak with her fork.

"Hey!" Phil said, sitting down across from her at the lunch table.

"Huh…oh, hi." she replied.

"You okay…?"
"No."

"What's up?"

"Ugh! It's a long story."

"I've got time."

"Okay…well, my freaky rebel bad girl sister is coming to visit me."

"Really? I never knew you had a sister!"

"I actually don't. I don't even know her, I was eight when she left, and I barely remember her."

"Bummer. Can I meet her?"

"Oh ho, I don't know if you wanna do that!"

"C'mon, if she's your sister it's my duty as your best friend to meet and put up with your sister, I mean, you put up with Pim."

"Ohhhh…she's way worse than Pim!"
"Not likely."

"She was kicked out of two boarding schools, one for smoking, and the other 'cause she set it's office on fire!"

"Yow…"

"I'm not even finished yet, she got kicked out of military school 'cause she got caught in a closet with a student commander."

Phil cringes.

"See."

"Well, Keel, I still wanna meet her."

"Fine. But if she scares you, don't come crying to me."

When Keely got home she, Phil, and Mandy all waited in the living room for Kalleeop to arrive.

Finally the door bell rang.

"That's her…" Mandy said, "I'll get it."

She pulled the door open, to reveal Kalleeop. She was tall, about five-five, blonde like Keely, but nothing else about her was anything like Keely. She had on tight low rise jeans that showed off most of her midriff and a small tattoo on her left hip that read, 'Fast,'. Keely knew that much was true of her sister. Her shirt was an ultra tight tube top, completely the look was a black handbag over her shoulder. She popped her gum as she surveyed the area.

"So…this is the place." she said sounding disapproving.

"Yes, Kalleeop, this is our house. Kalleeop, do you remember Keely?"

Her brow furrows as she says, "I think…the perfect angel who I'm forced to call my sister? Know 'er well." she says and pops her gum again.

"Oh, Kalleeop, please, that was so long ago…"
Kalleeop stops, and turns to face Mandy, "Yesssss, and history tends to repeat itself."

"Kalleeop— "

"God, that's such a stupid name," she says with a dry laugh, "Just call me Kallee."

"But, Kalleeop— "

The dry sarcastic laugh again, "Call me Kallee or I won't answer."

"Of course, Kallee."

She smiles falsely, pops her gum, and faces Keely and Phil.

"We meet again."

"Uh-huh…" Keely says softly.

"Y'know…you're not like I remember…maybe gettin' in the sack with him"— she nods toward Phil— "Loosened you up a bit,"

Keely gasps in horror and searches for words, but she just can't seem to find them.

"Kallee," Her mother says.

"Yeah…" she says with as much, Teenage Brat tone as she can.

"Nevermind."

Kallee takes another look at Phil, "I must be kidding myself, you're much too nice looking to want anything to do with Keely."

"Hey!" Phil says.

"What…"

"Nothing."

Kallee shakes her head and laughs dryly again, "Where in this shack am I supposed to stay…?"
"Upstairs, in Keely's room." Mandy says.

"Great…" she says sarcastically.

"Come on, I'll show you where it is." Keely says.

Kallee follows Keely up the stairs to her room.

"So this is it, Mom set up a cot, and I moved all my stuff to one side of the closet…and if you need to know where anything is just…" she turns to see Kallee lighting a cigarette, "You can't smoke that in here."

Kallee blows out smoke, "You gonna stop me?"

"Um…well, it's just, it's not good for the fabric, and well— "

"Once a goody-goody, always a goody-goody."

"Kallee, there's nothing wrong with not wanting the fabric to get messed up— "

"Oh my God, Keely! Ever since Dad left you've been the biggest Mama's girl ever! Can you just relax a little?"

"Hey, at least I didn't take up smoking and swearing at my teachers at six!"

"You know what? I think what I do is none of your damn business."

"Kallee, you're my sister— "

"Arguable, considering I want nothing to do with you."

"Fine. Y'know, I thought things were going to be different, I thought maybe we'd get along for once…but NOPE, can't let that happen."

"Girl, the only human beings I get along with are guys, and the only time I get along with them is when we aren't talking. So any hope of us ever getting along is just useless."

"I can't believe I let her bring you here…this was the worst possible thing imaginable, I know you'd rather be burning offices down, so why are you even here?"

"The damn headmaster thought time with you guys would be good for me. Fuck, that's why he's the headmaster, and not a teacher."

"Kallee?"

She blows more smoke out, "What?"

"What does your tattoo mean?"
She laughs, "You're kidding right?"

Keely shakes her head.

"You're really that naï ve?"

Keely shrugs.

"It means I'm fast."

"Fast…how?"

"Fine." she blows smoke out the side of her mouth, "Get all prep-schooly on me," she does air quotes, " 'Promiscuous,'"

Keely gasps.

"What? You don't know anyone like that?"

"No!"

Kallee shakes her head, blowing out more smoke, "Figures."

"Kallee, does…Mom know?"

"Does she know about me and Jordan?"

"Jordan?"

"Student Commander…"

"OH! Yeah…"

"Then she knows. I'd only met him that morning."

"Yikes!"
Kallee laughs, "You're so lame."

"Thanks." Keely says sarcastically.

"Well, you must be to hang with that dude and never let anything happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say if it were me, we would be a lot closer."

Keely shook her head, "Well, that's you…"

"Yeah. So, I'll unpack, I guess."

"Okay." Keely said not moving from her spot on the edge of her bed.

"You want to stay and watch…?" Kallee asks.

"No, I just…didn't think you'd mind."

"I do…"

"Okay, I'll be back later,"

"Whatever." Kallee says.