"Shh, ok, when I say three, we go in and you know what to do next." A small whispering shadow said to another smaller shadow.
"OK,"
"Ready? 1,2,3! NOW!"
Both shadows jumped through the light beige door and into a medium-sized bed room with double powered guns aiming for a bundle on a twin bed.
The water went shooting on the green covered bundle. The next instant there was an ear bleeding shriek and both shadows turned tail and ran for their lives, laughing hysterically.
A petite girl with frizzy burning red hair and melting emerald-green eyes chased them out of the room and down the hall.
"PADDY! SHAUNIE! I'M GOING TA KILL YA!" She screeched sliding down the long hall.
Grabbing the top banister she made a sharp turn, her body barley catching up with it and went clattering down the wooden stairs right on the boys heels.
"Wait until I tell Mum!" She bellowed at them.
They just laughed harder and ran straight into the spacious living room. Both boys jumped over the glass coffee table and flipped over the white leather couches, landing behind the tall indoor plant.
The red-headed girl was right behind them, but after flipping over the couch her bare foot slipped on the corner of the embroidered rug and went toppling into the large Flat screened T.V. with a resounding crash.
The two boys came up from behind the plant, laughing. The taller one bent down to his older sisters upside down form and snickered.
"Sheesh, Fanny, you could at least fall more gracefully." He laughed, his brother following with his own high-pitched laugh.
Fanny growled and rolled up right in a crouching position, "You little maggots! I swear one of these days!" She threatened breathlessly.
"Oh come on Fanny, lighten up!" The older boy said crossly crossing his arms over his chest trying to stifle his laughter.
Fanny glared at her younger siblings.
14-year-old Patrick Fulbright and eleven-year-old Shaunie Fulbright. The most annoying brothers in history.
Paddy was only 3 inches shorter than his sister but still as immature as ever, he had light orange-yellow hair and freckles with those annoying sky blue eyes that everyone liked so much.
Shaunie was shorter by at least half a foot and had brighter orange hair, his eyes were like Fanny's only a little less dark. Both boys loved to pull pranks on their older sister in the morning whenever they could, why? Because it's fun of course.
She couldn't remember a day when they hadn't pulled a prank on her before she woke up. Bitterly she regretted the memory of being the one to teach them about pranks and how to pull them off, seeing as she always did that and still did it sometimes to people she really didn't like...which was a lot.
"Lighten up yourself, leave me alone brat boy!" She scowled and stalked past her annoying brothers and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was a large bright clean space, the wall were all a soft baby blue and the counters a sparkling white marble. Everything was always spotless in the kitchen no matter what was made in there. Fanny's mother had a way with this part of the house hold.
Fanny's eyes automatically when to the large right counter as she entered. That was where she could always see her mother in the morning making some sort of delicious breakfast. The woman had a knack for cooking, something she tried desperately to teach her daughter but unfortunately Fanny just didn't have the hand for it, she burnt everything... even water.
Paddy had the hand for it though, and he rubbed it in Fanny's' face every chance he got.
Fanny shrugged off her thoughts and walked over to her mother ignoring the irritating light that shone from the large thin curtained window.
"Mornin' Mum." She stretched up and gave her mother a quick kiss then resumed in sniffing the delicious looking golden pancakes her mother was flipping onto a pretty flower patterned platter.
"Yum, banana berry?"
Her mother smiled, "Yer favorite Fanny-pants. How'd ye sleep last night?" The plump women asked pouring some batter on to the griddle making it sizzle.
"Fine." Fanny answered absently as she attempted to snatch a hot pancake from the plate.
Her mother whacked her hand lightly with the spatula causing the red-head to pull back with a small squeak.
"Wait until the tables set Fanny-pants." Her mother said good naturally, then taking a closer inspection of her pouting daughter she asked, "Fanny... why are ye wet?"
Fanny sighed and rolled her eyes, "Because I have two demons for brothers, that's why."
"Fanny, language, now go get dressed, I'll talk to those boys."
Fanny scowled and marched out of the kitchen mumbling something under her breath. Even though it was a simple command Fanny hated being told what to do, it just aggravated her to no end.
She stomped up the shiny wood stairs, ignoring her brothers snickering, as she passed their room that they shared. She burst into her room and felt even worse than before.
Right in front of her to the adjacent wall from the doorway was a big calendar with pictures of Ireland's beautiful scenery. On that calendar, with big red words, was marked the day, school started.
Fanny Fulbright hated school more than she hated anything else. First because it had all those annoying preppy, obnoxious brats that mocked her because of her unruly hair. And second because of all those rotten, stinky, annoying, idiotic boys that walked around staring at those disgusting girls all day, those two reasons plus the fact that school bored her to the point where her brain would melt.
Fanny stalked to her white closet, kicking a red rainbow monkey out-of-the-way. When she was younger Fanny adored Rainbow monkeys, she was a rainbow monkey fanatic. She had every rainbow monkey ever made. Her whole room screamed rainbow monkeys. But she'd always kept it secret, it was her girly side and she didn't let anyone but her family know about it.
Outside anyone who had met Fanny knew her as a harsh, loud, ill-tempered girl with wild hair that matched her short fuse perfectly. And it was true that was how she was... but she had plenty of other sides too, the sides she never showed to anyone but her family. Ever.
But as she got older the rainbow monkey craze dimmed and she became more focused on music and singing. Nobody knew this, not even her family, but Fanny was obsessed with singing. She dream of being famous one day, dreamed of letting her voice go for all to hear... but that was ridiculous.
She was Fanny Fulbright, Ms. 'I will pound you to dust', the girl with the outrageous hair, the outcast in her school of preps and stuck ups, the nobody. Basically the freak of nature to the entire town.
That was the title she'd earned her self and she didn't care, let them hate her and call her names, Fanny wasn't the soft easily hurt type, no, not even close, she was like a rough rock and nobody could break her, ever. She didn't care what people said, they all thought she was a freak for many reasons beside her hair.
One was how she absolutely, no doubt about it, hated boys. It wasn't just a little girl afraid of cooties thing, no way, she despised boys. She couldn't stand them, every time she saw one it was like looking at a shaved monkey trying to talk. They all looked so stupid, so irritating, so disgusting in her eyes. She just couldn't stand them at all.
That was how she got the name 'Boy Hater', amongst everyone. The girls though she was insane for never giving into guys cuteness or awesomeness or what ever they thought the boys were. The boys... they all just feared her, utterly, no boy ever dared come between Fanny and her road, they always cowered and melted out of her way when she stomped by.
But hey, that was fine with her, she didn't care... but she hated school because of those people, because she was forced to deal with boys, and snobby bratty girls... that's what she hated most about her school.
Fanny sighed in aggravation and pushed open her mirrored sliding closet. Inside were clothes in the colors of, greens, oranges, whites, blacks, and a couple of reds. She usually stuck with orange and green, but over the years her wardrobes colors expanded because her mother insisted on her putting something different on.
Fanny sighed again and yanked out a new outfit. Her mother insisted on her buying a new outfit for the first days of school, so she was forced to go to dreaded stores and buy her own outfit, least her mother pick one out for her. Fanny shuddered at the thought of remembering what she had to wear the last time she made that mistake.
With that out-of-the-way she headed for the bathroom and began her morning rituals.
Shower, brushing teeth, dressing, then the worst part, examining her self in the mirror.
Fanny found herself hideous beyond belief because of her hair, but to any outsiders GROWN UP eyes, Fanny was a gorgeous maturing girl.
She had long pearly white legs, smooth curves, a well sized chest and aside from her peppery freckles, perfectly smooth white skin. Her hair stood out in all ends when it was dry, curly, and burning red. But it somehow matched her with her beautiful Emerald green eyes... but to her she just looked like a freak, just like her entire school said... not that she cared, no, that was just the way she saw the result of her hair.
She looked at the outfit she'd picked, She was wearing wight denim shorts that barely came to her mid-thigh, a tight tank top that hugged her perfect curves with a white crotched mid drift sweater the sleeves reached up to her elbows and hung loosely like a poncho. She had on a green rhinestone studded belt that hung crooked on her hips and black combat boots that she got for her fifteenth birthday, She loved those boots more than any piece of clothing she'd ever owned.
Deeming herself presentable she ran a comb through her already frizzed hair and clomped down the stair, heading towards the kitchen.
She entered to a scene she usually saw everyday, her father sitting in his respectable chair with his face buried in the news paper and a mug of coffee on the table next to him. Paddy and Shauine were busy trying to see who could stuff the most pancakes in their mouths without chewing and her mother was setting the orange juice and another plate of pancakes for Fanny.
Fanny ignored her brothers and kissed her father on top of his head where he was bald. He looked up from the sports section and smiled at his daughter until he saw what she was wearing.
"Fanny," He said in a firm, rough like voice, "What are you wearing?"
Fanny looked down at her shorts... maybe they were just a tad too short, "Um...clothes?"
Her father eyed her skeptically, "Isn't that a little short for you?"
Fanny sighed and sat down on her seat..."But Daddy, these are new and Mum said..."
"Your mother said to wear those?" He glanced at his plump wife.
"Oh come now dear, let the girl be, she's growing up, I think we can let her choose her own clothes now can't we." Her mother interjected sweetly.
Fanny folded her arms waiting for her father to order her to go change immediately. But he didn't. He gave her one last look and resumed his news paper not saying another word on the matter.
Fanny sighed in relief, she really hated it when her father was mad at her, her father was probably the only male she didn't find incredibly stupid.
She had a tighter bound with him then her mother though... strangly.
"Spoiled brat." Paddy hissed at her from across the table.
Fanny kicked him and resumed eating as if nothing happened while he began jumping up and down like the idiot he was.
His parents gave him confused looks, as Shauine laughed squirting milk out of his nose. But neither parent said anything, this was just another normal morning to them. Paddy calmed down and glared at his sister, wishing his legs were a little longer so he could pay her back.
Fanny smirked.
Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.
Fanny growled making her way to the principals office, so much for having a good day. She should have known that wouldn't be possible in this rotten school.
It wasn't like that was her fault, that fool of a boy should have backed off... freaking, good for nothing, piece of crud. Fanny cursed mentally.
She burst into the small office making the frail old women that was squinting at an even older computer jump and nearly fall out of her swivel chair.
Fanny gritted her teeth refusing to be amused by the old womans horrified face as she stomped past and slammed into the principals office room slamming the glass windowed door extra hard.
She fell into the big cushy black chair where the students sat to be interviewed.
There was a larger brown swivel chair on the other side of the pale wooden desk. In it sat a tall, middel aged, board shouldered man with a lot of chestnut hair combed back in a sleek style. He didn't even flinch or look up from the papers he was staring at.
Fanny sat there pouting angrily, waiting.
After a few scratches on the paper with his ball pointed pen The man straightened and looked Fanny directly in the eye with his own startling grey one. He fixed his blue tie and brushed a piece of lint from his smart pressed black suit.
Then after what felt like hours he spoke, "Well, Fanny Fulbright, to what do I owe the pleaser. I expected to see you... but I must say on the first day, that's a bit of a stretch don't you think?"
Fanny knew this man, all to well, Mr. Crandell, he had somehow managed to be her principal from elementary all the way up to high school. It was like he was following her up the grades so he could place down her punishment, must be fun for him. She hated this man... but at the same time she sort of kind of liked him too. It wasn't that he was mean, or that his punishments were unfair. On the contrary they were always very fair... it was just that he was the principal, she shouldn't like him.
But he was always polite to her, firm, but polite, and he never failed to see the good things Fanny had done and could do... he had a way with making kids feel better, even if they were about to be punished.
Fanny refused to let him get to her this year though, "Well no I don't think so Mr. Crandell, in fact, I think it's a perfect start to my life of delinquency and hate." She snapped stubbornly.
The man didn't even blink, "I see, so... mind telling me why you want to start a life of delinquency?"
Fanny crossed her arms, "Because, it's what everyone's expectin' That's why."
Mr. Crandell let a small smile form on his face, "Ah I see, so tell me Fanny, is that what you expect of your self?"
The Irish girl blinked, "Um... well no... I've always wanted ta be... oh, fo'get it." She had almost let him win this time.
"Listen Fanny, I've known you for a long time, and I know for a fact that you aren't the delinquency type, sure your rough around the edges but I think if you really tried, you could reach the sky."
A groan escaped the girls lips, she hated when he talked about believing in herself, it made her feel like she had to go on... even though she didn't want to, "Mr. Crandall... ya think ya could just skip the encouragement and go straight ta the punishment?"
The man gave a short laugh, "All right, if that's what you want, but first, what are you in for?" He asked casually, preparing for the worst internally. Fanny never ceased to surprise him with what she got sent in for.
Fanny sat up straighter and rubbed her arm uncomfortably, "Um... breaking a guys nose in P.E."
"Ok, then, well this is a serious one, hum, how does a month in detention sound to you?"
Fanny jumped right out of her chair, "A MONTH!" She yelled in disbelief, "That's not-"
"Fair? Come on now Fanny, you know it's perfectly fair, even if you don't want it." He handed her a pink piece of paper, "Detention starts today, good-bye for now Fanny."
The red-head fumed at this mans annoying casualty, she snatched the paper and stomped out of the office. But before she could slam the door, "Oh and Fanny, not that I don't enjoy your company, but, try to visit here less often, ok."
She growled and slammed the door.
Stupid school.
"I hate this school, I hate these people, I hate this whole stinkin' world." Fanny mumbled vehemently under her breath as she scanned the noisy cafeteria for an empty table. Yes, she was quite on the negative charge.
But what could she do, nothing worked for her, nobody liked her, she had no friends because nobody was smart enough to be her friend... and now to top it all of, she had detention for a month. Stupid school.
There where no empty tables, everyone was either in a large group or with a couple of friends. Fanny groaned and walked towards a table in the back. Only one person was sitting there, Fanny couldn't see her face because her back was turned but she could see that the girl had long silky blond hair that spilled all the way down to her slim waist.
Great a blond... Fanny hated blonde, not because they were people no, because they were all usually so stupid, what did they like about living the stereotype 'dumb blond'. She didn't understand. But it was either that or a table with a short blond boy... yuck, she picked the blond girl instead. Sure the girls acted dumber but at least she was a girl.
Fanny approached awkwardly, "Um, can I sit here?" She asked quietly, hoping this girl didn't just turn and laugh at her.
The girl didn't. She turned and smiled at Fanny instead, it was a nice warm smile, something Fanny wasn't accustomed to getting.
"Sure, I was getting kind of lonely anyway." She said in a smooth voice.
Fanny nodded unsure how to reply and sat on the opposite chair across from the girl.
"Hi, I'm Rachel McKenzie. I'm the new dumb blond here." She laughed airily.
Fanny decided she liked this girl after all, "Your new, well Hi, Um, my name's Fanny Fulbright."
Rachel's warm brown eyes gave off a spark of recognition, "Oh, you mean the girl everyone whispers about, the Boy Hater."
Fanny shrunk, so much for a new friend, "Um, yeah." She muttered biting her turkey sandwich.
Rachel laughed again, "Hey, don't worry about it, I'm not the type of girl who follows, spreads, or believes in rumors. These people are all idiots. No offense to them, but I don't think any of them have brains enough to get to know you for themselves... nobody likes you here... I gathered."
Fanny nodded slowly, eyeing this strange new girl.
"Well, I do, you seem like the type of girl who's misunderstood on the outside... are you?" Rachel asked curiously.
Fanny was surprised at this girls forwardness, she took a look at her. The blond girl was definitely pretty, beautiful even. But she didn't seem to hold her looks up and shove them in any lower life forms face like all the other snobs in the school. She dressed nice and simple. A slim light blue T-shirt and denim capri with blue bows on the side at the cuffs, not flashy and not the least bit slutty like the fashion was this year.
She had an air of strength and leadership about her, confidence, radiated from her strong tone and firm eye contact. But there was no arrogance about her. Fanny liked her, she seemed like a friend that wouldn't back stab her... goodness knows how many of those she'd had to endure.
"Um, I don't really care what others think of me... I'm the way I am and that's that, I guess." Fanny answered slowly.
Rachel smiled at her, revealing perfectly white straight teeth, "Yep, you are definitely my type of girl. I knew I'd like you. So, wanna show me around the school, I don't really know my way and I don't really want any of those... people," She coughed the word 'people', "doing it."
Fanny smiled back revealing her own perfect set of teeth, a rare sight on her face, "Sure."
Both girls smiled at each other, maybe this school year really wouldn't be so bad after all.
"... And this is the gym. I hate this place, it's where I have ta deal with all these stooped boys even if I don't want ta." Fanny scowled as she noticed some group of boys walking into the gym at the moment.
Rachel ignored their loud 'talking' and rudeness as she surveyed the huge laminated room.
"Hum, nice space - Hey!" Rachel was cut off rudely as a ball hit her in the head.
Fanny growled, Rachel bent over and picked up the offending object. Both girls turned to the now quiet group of boys.
"What's the big idea ye bunch of no good morons?! Can't ya see we're busy here!" Fanny yelled and because they were in the empty gym her already deafening voice echoed making everyone cover their ears.
Rachel glared at the boys as some shriveled back and others, with some back bone, stayed put, but none of them dared to say anything, least they suffer the same fate as their broken nosed friend from earlier today.
Rachel put her hand on her hips defiantly, "Can we help you." She said sassily, trying to ignore some of the boys eyes trailing up and down her body.
"Um... no... yes... I mean... Oh boy, your hot." Some overly skinny boy with red hair and buck teeth stuttered.
Rachel rolled her eyes, and Fanny growled, "Look Ya stoopid boys, get the heck outa here, or do ya not want yer teeth anymore." She threatened, balling her fists.
All the boys backed up this time and turned high tailing it out of the gym faster than scared rabbits.
Rachel let out a short laugh,"Ha, wow, they really are afraid of you..."
Fanny smirked, "Yep, they call me name's behind my back but, They are still terrified of me, anyway, so this is the gym, let's show ya the art room."
Rachel smiled and followed her new red-headed friend, this girl sure was going to be interesting to get to know... that was for sure.
