Disclaimer: Sadly, I didn't write The Chronicles; C.S. Lewis did...The only thing I own is my plot and characters...Hopefully, I'll finish this (so sorry for my untouched stories: I'm not updating any of them yet...I will, soon) XD
"Jennifer Anne Charleston!" my monster of a headmaster screamed.
I ran down the stairs, still in my p.j.'s (I just woke up). The girls in the other rooms started poking their heads out of their doors. I guess my headmaster's voice was a good alarm clock.
"What's up Jen?" Daisy asked me, stopping me before I could get to the front hall of the building. She was super sweaty, no wonder: she goes jogging every morning.
"Ms. Kettle-Head Meyers screeched for me." I replied.
"Oh. Good luck then." She said in her Australian accent. She patted me at the back when she left.
I entered the room where the front desk was: Ms. Meyers was covered in foam and what looked to me like chocolate pudding.
"Yes, Ms. Meyers?" I said, trying not to laugh.
"What do you think of this?" she asked, angrily. Her eyes were flaming hot just from glaring at me. Oh, Give me a break. It's just the beginning of the weekend. I thought. The other girls were already out of their dorms and surrounding us.
"Well, you could do with a little less foam and a lot more of hair gel than that. And if that's chocolate toothpaste, please keep it to your teeth." I replied sarcastically. All the other girls started to laugh.
Apparently, Ms. Meyers didn't. She fixed her very rounded spectacles and cleared her throat. Oh no. Please DON'T! I thought. When Ms. Meyers does that, it only means one thing:
"Ms. Charleston. Proceed to detention after lunchtime." She said, in that monotonous voice of hers.
"But I didn't do thi-"I hesitated.
"Two weeks. Another word and we'll make it a month." She said.
I didn't reply.
"Well? What are you all waiting for?" she asked the others. "Get back to your rooms if you don't wish to join Ms. Charleston in detention."
We all headed for our rooms. Why did she blame this whole mess on me? I didn't do anything! It's probably those Chester twins: they always pull pranks on the headmaster and blame it on us. Ugh! I wish they get a taste of their own medicine.
I opened my door and lay in my messy bed. I plugged the headphones of my new iPod(thank goodness my parents got me the Chromatic version of the Nano) and started to listen to one of my favorites:
Lost and insecure,
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surround me, surround me
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you
Just a little late...
You found me, you found me...
Apparently listening didn't help. Man! Two whole weeks with Monster-Mouth Meyers: starting on a weekend.
Oh, I'm Jennifer Anne Charleston. I'm fourteen, still figuring out if I'm a girl or a woman. I live in London: originally.
You see, when I was twelve, my parents decided that I should study in a boarding school, which, as you can see, is a damn fish tank for me. But that's not the whole enchilada.
Ever since my older sister Jessica got discovered just for playing a stupid violin, my parents favored her more than me: the heck, I finished a best-selling novel before I even got my period! But no, stick with the mini-guitar playing girl with a stupid stick, that'd be better.
So she's at Oxford, studying Music to her (I hope) damn misery, while I rot at St. Giles' boarding school here in Yorkshire.
But enough of that, I don't want to spoil you guys with my problems.
I grabbed my towel (which was hanging near my table) and headed for the bathroom. A good bath would do me good!
I turned the hot water tap to let out a bit of steam from it: at least that made me feel a little better. I took off my clothes and got into the shower.
I was in the middle of rinsing myself when I heard a knock on the door. What is it now? I thought. At least I was finished when the knock sounded.
"Wait a minute." I yelled, dressing up.
I opened the door.
It was my parents.
"Sweetie! It's so nice to see you again. We've missed you so much." My mother said, wrapping her long arms around me and kissing me on both cheeks.
I didn't say anything. I didn't expect my parents to suddenly visit me: they always, but on weekdays, when they know that I'm busy.
"Oh, come on in." I told them, holding the door open.
They entered and sat on my bed, careful not to sit on the iPod they bought me.
"So, what's up?" I asked, sitting in front of my laptop, which I left open, downloading an album and video file I wanted.
None of them responded to my question. You see, to Damion Jonathan Charleston III and Cassandra Lorraine Stewart, improper language was one of the things they don't respond to: they won't answer until you say it properly.
Boy, what a sick joke. I thought, forgetting my parents don't answer to me when I talk like that.
But when they realized that I was about to speak in their language, my father started to talk:
"Honey, we need you to come home."
"Why?" I asked sarcastically. My parents need me home? That's something new.
"Well, your...we..."my mother stammered.
"Your grandmother. She needs you."
"Why?" I asked again: seriously this time.
I love my grandmother: I love her more than my family, almost like she was my best friend. In fact, we shared a lot in common, though she's old.
"She's sick. She's been looking for you since last Thursday and, I'm afraid that if she doesn't see you, she'll...well...you know." My mother replied.
If I'd seen my expression that time, I can tell that I turned awfully pale.
"But I have-"
"We talked to Ms. Meyers about that. She postponed it and told us that as long as you're with us, she'll replace your punishment."
Wow. What a day. Is it 'Give me some kind of heart attack day'?
"Come on. Pack your bags. Julian is waiting downstairs for us."
"Wait, what about Jess?"
"She's already at home. Come on." My father said plainly.
"Okay. I'll be downstairs in five minutes." I said.
They walked out of the room and sadly closed the door.
I packed my stuff quickly (really: it was only a few things because I always wear a stupid uniform)and walked downstairs with my head hanging low. My friends were happily discussing other topics They noticed me walking down the stairs; they all turned their eyes at me. I guess they tried to feel a little sorry for me; probably because they've heard. I had my head down when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey. I've heard." It said.
I turned around. It was Jessie Chester.
I didn't say anything: probably because I know what'll come out of my mouth once I start.
"Look, we didn't pull that prank." She said. I heard the tone in her voice: I knew she was lying.
"Yeah. Sure. Now can you please leave me? I need to go." I replied.
I started walking to the door. I dragged my suitcase, which wasn't that heavy. Julian entered: still the same guy. He tried to help me with my suitcase.
"It's nice to see you again Ms. Jen." He said, tipping his hat.
"Nice to see you again Jules." I replied, hugging him. I didn't like calling him his real name because, well, it didn't really fit him: I like calling people with their nicknames.
"Come on. Your parents are waiting." He said. We walked out of the building: it was drizzling a bit. Julian bought an umbrella out, opened it, and walked me to the door of the Volvo.
"Please stay here. I'll put your suitcase in the back." He said, closing the door.
I waited for like, five seconds, when the door opened. Julian sat at the driver's seat and started the car.
"Wait. Where are my parents?"
"They went home to fetch your sister."
Well, duh. I thought.
I sat at the backseat, looking out the window. Will this never end? I thought.
***
"Jen! Jennifer! Look out!" A guy said to me
"What?" I replied. Boy, was it hot.
"I said, 'Look out!'" he repeated, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder.
"Look out for what?"I asked.
He pointed to something behind my back.
"Agh!?!?" I screamed, shielding myself.
