That morning, I was woke up by the girls, who were jumping up and down on my bed in excitement. "C'mon! Gru says you have five minutes before we leave!" They yelled.
That gave me a start. I jumped out of bed, rushing for the bathroom to shower.
After that, I dried my hair in 20 seconds (thanks to Edith's invention) and got dressed in an Iron Maiden shirt and tight jeans. I plopped in some purple contacts, teased my hair roughly, clipped on my faux tail then decided I was ready.
"Done!" I screamed as I rushed down the hall.
"Muffin on the counter for you, Sara!" Gru yelled.
I snatched the muffin and pulled my coat on, running out the door to catch up.
"Now, girls, we must behave, right?" Gru attempted to corral the girls.
"Yeah, yeah." Edith waved it off, sheathing her sword. I ruffled her hat around and smiled.
"It's okay, I'll keep 'em in line. I always do." I hopped out and helped the girls down.
Agnes, Edith and I all held hands while Margo walked slightly ahead of us, her phone in her hands, typing furiously while smiling. "Let's go have some fun, shall we?" I asked, hauling Edith onto my back and holding Agnes in my arms.
"Hold on, girls! I'm about to embarrass your sister!" I whispered to them, and I felt both pairs of arms tighten.
I ran forward, tugging the phone from their sister's hands. "Oooh, who's this Avery?" I teased with a grin.
"Nobody!" She defended herself immediately.
I tossed her phone back, rolling my eyes. "Relax, just be careful, kay? Boys are tricky. Like a bunch of mazes." I warned her, moving the two around so they both rested on my hips.
"Can we get some ice cream?" Agnes asked sweetly, her eyes wide like a baby deer.
"Sure. You coming, Margo?" I decided.
She shrugged and kept her eyes on the phone screen. "Keep it up and I'll take that again. On second thought, I don't remember giving it back. Hand it over." I held out my hand and soon felt the hard phone in it. I pocketed the electronic as she held out her arms to hold one of the girls. I gave her Agnes and put Edith up on my shoulders.
When we walked into the ice cream shop, everyone stared at us. Probably because of me, with my teased hair and purple eyes. I get it a lot. But hey, originality is important to me. That's why if anybody were to ask for my name, it's Sarafina Schizophrenia. "It's okay, girls, they're just staring at me. Not you, kay? They just think I'm weird." I assure them.
"Hey, you clump nuggets! Stop staring at my sister!" Edith called out, shaking her fists.
I shook my head, "Edith, it's okay. It doesn't bother me." I stared down at my white converse with all of the scribbles on them.
She quieted down after that, luckily. I didn't need any more attention. We ordered our ice cream and left, not wanting any conflict that could have happened.
Sitting by the fountain, with Agnes on one side, and Edith on the other, I took a photo of us licking our ice cream with my phone. Then, I captured a snap shot of Margo, who was sulking on the bench in front of us. She didn't even know I did it.
That was when I noticed two guys walking through the mall, one around my age, the other probably Margo's. They flipped their raven hair at the same time, the older one winking at some one in the process. They looked over in my direction and I glared as the younger glanced at Margo with a smirk. I looked at the older, and noticed he was doing the same to me. "Girls, let's go shopping." I said, since they were nearly done with their ice cream. Margo stood, threw out her garbage, then, looked over where the boys were. I knew, just by the look in her eyes, that she was a goner. I had to save her dignity while she still had some. She was about to fall, so I reached forward to catch her, and tripped. I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting to meet the floor, when I felt a pair of arms tighten around me.
They propped me back up, and I looked up at the person. The boy from earlier was standing there, smiling like he was a child. I pushed him away from me, taking Agnes in my arms. "Margo, let's go. We don't need to be around the likes of these." I said, glancing over at her.
She was staring at the boy with wide Bambi eyes. Before I could pull her away, that little Romeo swiped her off her feet! Not litterally, but you know what I mean. . .
"Girls, go with your father, I'll get Margo." I order them, putting Agnes on the ground. I watched them scurry away with careful eyes before turning to the teen boy while crossing my arms.
"Where's your little player bringing my angel?" I demanded.
He smirked, "I'll tell you on one condition."
"And that condition would be?"
"Let me take you on a date."
A/N; Thank you so much for the reveiws, they really keep me going. They made my day, and it was wonderful to login on a super cr ppy day to see the two reviews. So, thanks. I hope this chapter was a little bit better than the first. Also, because my name is Brittany Brains, I thought I'd start calling you guys my little un-dead, or no-brainers, anything to do with zombies really. If you have any ideas, I'd be pleased to hear them.
Peace out, girl scout!