1.1
Pilot
It was Halloween Night, which had fallen on a Friday this year. Fridays' were spent at my sister Kelly's and soon-to-be-brother-in-law, Sam's flat. Though I didn't go voluntarily.No way,but, okay, don't get me wrong, I love my sister and Sam is an awesome guy but, Ive been crammed with studying this Senior year of College. And it doesn't help that my liefs dream is a very hard subject to pass. Demonology. It was way of family happening that threw me into this carrier and I'm so damn close to achieve this. But My youngest sister, Emily, and her soon-to-be-hubby, Pete, prosiest on dragging me there every week!
I was in the process of apply eyeliner when Emily barged in.
"How do I look Doodle?"
Doodle was this little nick-name Emily had given to me back when I was in about Th grade. She said it was because i was always doodling, go figure. I turned away from my mirror to look at my sister. My eyebrow involuntarily raised at her get-up.
"What, it can't be that bad!"
I squinted at her, begging to differ. She glared at me and placed her hands on her petite hips.
"Come on! tell me, besides, it can't be as bad as your outfit were as it's your every day get up."
I rolled my eyes.
"Are you proud of that come back?"
She grinned.
"Very."
"Okay, well you look like a French Whore."
She gasped.
"Do not!"
She so did, trust me. She was wearing a very short black dress, like one of those maids outfits,ya know? just sluttier, white stalkings, and black pumps. So whore-esk.
"So do."
"That's not what Pete said."
"Peter did not need to say anything for his eyes simply saw your clad outfit and his mouth was just a puppet in a horny little show fit to please your inquiring mind."
She had this look on her face like her brain had broke something and was twitching in despair. I could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears.
"What ever Elvira, just get done, were leaving soon."
Considering I was a basic freak of nature and by choose I looked rather normal compared to those two. Emily of course in her maids outfit in which you could totally see what her 'mama' gave her and Pete, an Elves Dracula, I don't know. I was dress in a long sleeve Metallica teeshirt, form-fitting black pants and my boots. My long black hair with pink flecks was straightened tonight and my eye makeup was just black.
"Jenny, your not seriously bring a book tonight?" Emily screeched.
"Yes Emily, I am."
"It's Friday and Halloween! Isn't like, your national Holiday?" she giggled. I glared at her.
"I resent that."
"What she means to say is, shouldn't't you relax a bit?" Pete asked, underlining Emily's real meaning of the question.
"Well, this book is my last one on my reading list and it's only got three chapter's left. After that, I have to write a five page essay on it. When I'm done that, I'm home free till Finals."
"Well, are you even going to drink the whine coolers Kelly bought you?" Emily inquired. Now, I'm no wussy. I can drink when I need to but when it's occasions like these, I prefer to drink whine coolers.
"Yes...i'll sip them."
okay, in times of dyer need, I will drink like a German at October-fest, say if your life was at stake, Id totally put my liver at risk
"Oh my gawd! that's worse than sipping a freakin' shot."
What can I say? alcohol dosn't really help the brain focus.
"uh-so Jenny, what book are you reading?" I adored Pete's attempt to change the subject.
"The Jersey Devil"
"That should be counted as cheating!"Emily yelled.
"Why?"
"Because, you already know everything there is to know about New Jersey and it's freakin' Devil!"
Okay, total Linda Blare moment, I was so ready for her head to do a 360 and spew pee soup. Why was she freaking out on me?
"Well, excuse me if I prefer doing my projects on this I enjoy reading about!"
"No, your just dwelling on the past, why want you forget about them and what happened!?"
"Girls, lets not fight..."Pete interjected.
"At least someone isn't forgetting them! Why the hell do you prosiest on forgetting about them!?"
It fell silent, the tension in the car was so thick you could cut it with a knife, until she broke it.
"I'm sorry,your right, I shouldn't try so hard to forget them."
"It's okay, maybe your right, I am dwelling on the past."
"No! You are doing them homage by becoming something so well respected and not forgetting them."
"It's okay, I forgive your bitchiness."
Out of no were Emily threw herself over the back seat and crushed me with a hug. This caused Pete to swerve but managed to steer back onto the road again.
"Warn a man before you go doing death dives into the back seat!"
