A/N: Hullo people! Well, here's the second chapter, yeah! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D What did 'I' forget that was happening on Saturday? You just might find out in.. Where the Clouds Break! Have a good read, yeah! I swear the twins will come in Chapter Three, okay?
'Oh no..' I stopped in the hall right before I turned to go into Art, my third hour. 'What if Saturday is really important..?' I shrugged, shaking the thought. It was probably just some movie night over at Ashley's house or whatever.. If it was important or something, I'd get this weird feeling in my stomach, like always.
I was about to enter the class when I was stopped by a pedicured hand resting on my shoulder. Only one person greets me like that, and I wasn't exactly on good terms with that certain someone.
"Why, hello-hello, Brickton." I didn't bother turning around to answer her, I knew who it was.
"Hey, I need your help." I blinked, surprised at what I just heard. My enemy wants my help. Oh, joy, this would be fun. I turned around to face her, with a confident smirk plastered on my face.
"Oh, really? Now, whatever could you possibly need from me?" My smirked widened when she knitted her all-too-thin brows together and flipped her supposedly perfect hair that was in a high ponytail. I had to hold back the extreme urge to pull her by that stupid ponytail and slam it in a door.
"Look, I heard your on Mr. Fletcher's good side, right?" I nodded, wanting her to continue.
"Well, I want you to pretend to be helping him out after school, and then snatch the answer key for the test that's scheduled for next Tuesday." I frowned. She just wants me to help her cheat. My eye twitched and I got this weird look my face.
'Wait, we have a test on Tuesday?! Oh crap. Got. To. Study.'
"What's in it for me, Brickton?" She frowned. She didn't like to be called by her last name, but I liked annoying her.
"Ten bucks." I quirked a brow. Oh, my favorite part of a little job.
"Hmph.. Seventeen." She waved her arms in the air violently.
"What?! Why? Okay, fine.. Fifteen."
"Eighteen."
"You just went up a dollar?!" I rolled my eyes.
"Work with me, I'm doing business here." She looked around.
"Okay, how about sixteen fifty, and a pack of spearmint gum?" I didn't say anything. "Deal?"
I shook my head and she growled in frustration. "What?! Why not?"
It was my turn to frown at her. "Because I'm not one to steal and cheat, stupid. If you want those answers, go get 'em yourself, or study. It's not my problem." I walked off, leaving her there to take in what just happened. She walked away with a 'huff', annoyed that I wasted her oh, so important time.
For once.. Art was a total bore. All we did was sketch some sort of pot thing. Looks like an urn.
As I was walking down the halls to the gym, I was stopped, yet again by someone. This time it was an actual 'ally' of mine. Dustin Williams; a close, homosexual friend of mine.
I smiled up at him, "Hullo, Dusty!" He frowned, he doesn't like people calling him that because his mother did all the time. I thought it was funny.
"Why can't you just call me by my actual name?" I set my lips in a straight line.
"Well, that's not very creative.. Isn't there anything else I could call you?" He paused, thinking for a minute.
"Ah! How about.. Schizo? " I squinted my eyes up at him.
"Why? What's that even mean?" He seemed surprised that I didn't get it.
"Oh, you know.. Like schizophrenic, 'sept shortened.." Oh. That fits.
"Hmm.. Okay! Sure thing, Schizo." He nodded and was about to walk away when he stopped again.
"Hey, don't forget this Saturday, m'kay?" 'What?'
"Er- If you don't mind me asking, what's going on Saturday..?" He gave me a shocked, hurt look.
"Well, duh! It's my birthday! Jeez, thanks for remembering." I rolled my eyes. "Well, sorry, I've had a lot on my mind lately.." He shrugged, glancing at the digital clock in the hall.
"S'okay, I'll see ya' around, 'cause I don't want to be late." Oh, yeah. Class. Yay.
I waved him off, saying bye, and walked on towards the girl's locker room.
We were playing King of the Hill today, and it was hilarious. People were trying to pass one another; running at each other, acting like they were going to cross the line. So much, in fact, that I just walked on by them and grabbed their flag and brought it to my 'teams' side; The Dancing Pandas.
A girl named Jesse clashed with a guy and she sprained her ankle. This sort of thing always happens when our two classes play together. When the clock in the gym read '10:32' our coaches/teachers told us to go in and change.
When we were done, we all had some time to sit down and relax, so I went into the other room and sat down on the couch. I let out a bored sigh and my stomach got this tingly feeling. 'What? Nothing important is happening..? Maybe I'm just hungry.'
"Hey, can you sort of.. get up for a minute..?" I looked up to see my short gym buddy, Morgan, looking down at me. I gave her a confused look and she said I was on was on her notebook.
"Oh! Sorry, Morgie." She shrugged, getting her notebook as I handed it over. "S'okay, hey are you going to Dustin's birthday this weekend?"
"Hm? Oh, I'm going to try to, but I sort of forgot to get him a gift." She raised a brow at this.
"Well, just get him a Linkin Park CD and some Beanie Babies; you know he collects them like there's no tomorrow." I got that weird feeling again, and I frowned, looking at my shirt, where my stomach would be.
"'Kay." We were all about to head off to our next class when the halls filled with screams. "What the Hell?" I poked my head out the door and saw that the band room and choir rooms had smoke pouring out the doors. Then the fire alarm started screeching unbearably loud."Holy kuso!" I covered my ears as Morgan looked at me oddly. "Kuso..?"
"It means shit or crap." She nodded in response, then we were ushered out the door by our gym teacher.
"Bloody Hell! Hurry up! Move, move!" I pushed back, "Wait! I need my freakin' bag! I got some valuable crap in there!" She frowned at my chosen words but nodded, and moved the rest of the class outside. I ran in the locker room, only finding that it was starting to fill with smoke.
"Aw, shit." I grabbed my bag off the couch and ran out the door, holding the rim of my shirt to my nose, coughing a little. Now, the ceiling was starting to go up in flames. Oh, the teachers upstairs won't be happy that their little posters and stuff are going to be destroyed. A ceiling square fell through and some ash and debris got in my eyes, I ignored it and ran over to the door.
I tried opening the it, finding it was either locked, or just a little hard to open. 'Oh Gods, this can't be good.'
I started banging on the glass, gaining the attention of the football coach. His eyes widened, and yelled something to my teacher. They ran to the door and tried opening it with the keys to the school. No luck. They began to ram it. That didn't work either, so Coach Evans punched a hole through the glass and unlocked the door from the inside.
I felt heat building up behind me and turned around, only to catch my shoe on fire.
"Holy crap!" The two teachers yanked me out the door and stomped on my foot. "OW!" The two apologized and let me go. "Sorry, but you should be glad your okay." I nodded and my friends, Marie and Hannah ran up to me, hugging me tightly.
"Oh my God, Jade. Are you okay?!" I hugged them back. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why? Does it look like I'm not?" They nodded. "What? How?"
Hannah spoke up, "Well, first of all, you have some black on your arms, face and neck. You also got your shoe burnt." I frowned. This was one of my favorite pairs of shoes, too. Just my luck.
Then out of nowhere my eyes started burning and I started yelling, collapsing on the ground while clutching my head.
Teachers ran over to me, yelling at someone to call an ambulance. My friends starting screaming my name and students gathered around to see what could have possibly happened to the cockiest, most stubborn prankette in the school.
I woke up about three hours later in my room. My eyes and the area around them felt sore, and everything was blurry at first. I groaned, remembering what happened earlier today. Then I heard a little gasp, and saw my little sister, Hope, looking up at me.
"Your up! I'll go tell Mama!" She ran off, her little blond curls of doom bouncing as she did. Oh yes, she looked sweet and innocent, but she was actually a little package of big Evil. Pranking every now and then, switching my shampoo with shaving cream, and my only perfume with hairspray.
Seconds later, my mom came running in, capturing me in a massive bear hug.
"Oh, thank goodness! I'm so glad your okay! I heard all about what happened, you being caught inside, and something happening with your eyes and I was just so worried!" She clutched me to her chest. Very uncomfortable; I don't like boobs being smashed in my face.
"M-mom. Boobs..!" I tried pushing her away, and she backed off, smiling down at me.
"Sorry, Hunny, but it's my job as a mother to get overly worried when her baby is hurt or in trouble!"
I frowned, "Mom, I'm not a baby." She ruffled my hair, smiling even more.
"But you'll always be my baby."
"Hmmph." I pouted, and looked away. She raised a brow at this.
"My point proven.." I chunked a fuzzy brown pillow at her.
"Oh, shut up!" Just then, Hope was in the doorway, giggling like a toddler at a zoo. She waved a camera in the air, shouting: "Blackmail!".
Well crap. She got a take of that bear hug, didn't she, that little devil. I jumped off my bed, throwing the covers off of me and ran at my little sister. She squealed and ran out of the room, downstairs. I heard her door shut and stopped, sighing audibly. Oh well, at least I didn't have homework.
Wait.. school! I ran up the stairs and grabbed my laptop to see what the news was. 'Hmm.. I wonder if we have it tomorrow. Though I highly doubt it.' I typed in the school's website and went to the 'Latest News' tab and scrolled down the page, finding what I was looking for. My eyes widened.
'Holy-' "-Shit!" I said the last part aloud gaining a yell from my mom.
"Say kuso, Hunny! Most people we know have no idea what it means!" I chuckled to myself. How like her.
Turns out, we don't have school until after Halloween. That means that I get seventeen days free of brain torture. Well, not including this Saturday, which, as I recall, is my bestie's birthday.
'Oh noes.. Must get gift so Jade isn't scolded at party by friend.' I ran back down the stairs and into my mom's room. She was watching Scubs, feeding herself grapes like the servants did Cesar.
"Hey! Cesar! We need to go to Wal-Mart, right now!" She scowled at me.
"What did you call me?!" I waved my arms in the air.
"I called you Cesar because you were feeding yourself grapes!" She was about to say something that implied her weight and I knew what she was going to say. "No! Your not heavy, now let's go!"
She frowned. "What for? Scrubs is on!"
"For Dustin's birthday! Its on Saturday!! He wants Beanie Babies and CDs and Fruit Rollups and things that remind him of pandas!" I grabbed her car keys and went to Hope's room, grabbing her and running to the car. Mom sighed and got up.
"Well, crap."
We ended up getting two CDs, one being Linkin Park and the other Panic at he Disco. We also got him a rather large panda bear plush. It was the size of my seven year old sister. I wanted one too, and Hope wanted one that was a duck, but mom said we will when we come next time.
Darn. I wanted that freakin' panda plush. It was so nice and cuddly. Curse it all.
We got home after a very long ride with Hope singing singing to her mix CD of 'The Wheels on the Bus', 'Patty Cake', 'Unwritten', 'Umbrella', and the dreaded 'Barbie Girl'. Oh, it was horrid. The cuteness was so intense that one of the drivers next to us at a stop-light rolled down her window and squealed at us. We stopped what we were doing and stared at her weirdly and Hope hissed fiercelyat her. She slowly rolled her window back up looking like a terrified deer. We all laughed and continued our drive. Told you she was Evil.
The next day, I received at least twenty-something calls, asking if I was okay or if I was blind and other odd things. Also, Dustin called, and I told him I was going to his party and that he'd love his gift I got him. He squealed into the phone: "I'm so excited, it's going to be freakin' awesome!" I chuckled at his girly notion and agreed with him.
I hopped on the living room couch and ate one of the few apples and fruits I got from the fridge. Our family encourages healthy eating. I turned on the television and saw that Spongebob was on. Oh yes.
I sang the theme song, practically screaming the parts that went 'Spongebob Squarepants!'.
"What in the-.." My mom came in just in time to see me jumping around, singing the catchy tune. Little did I know, my little package Evil was taping the whole thing. "Oh this is so going on my Live Journal.." Mom looked back at her in her hiding place.
"You have a Live Journal?" Hope just nodded and turned back to my sheer retardation.
The song ended and they ran into Mom's room to upload the video. In an hour, the video was on
television, labeled as the funniest video of the day. I was so mad. No.. that was an understatement.
I was very angry but I couldn't do anything about it so I sulked in my Corner 'o Doom.
Hope popped up behind me and laughed maniacally. "Yeseseseses... Your anguish sustains me."
I looked at her oddly. "Were you born wrong? Why did you do that?!" She shrugged and smiled innocently.
"I was possessed by some unknown force..?" I squinted my eyes at her. "Don't you go acting like-"
I was cut off by my mom saying: "Hope! My little Bundle of Sunshine!" I rolled my eyes.
"Yesh, Mama?" Her doom curls bounced as she turned her head toward our mom. "Go on stop harassing your sister."
Hope pouted, and stomped off into her room. I sighed in relief. "Thanks Mom.."
She winked, "No problem! You need to go and pick out and outfit for tomorrow's party!"
I sighed again. "You act way too young for your age.." That resulted in me getting slapped upside my head. "HEY. I wasn't the one dancing around to the Spongebob theme song." I glared at her.
"Touché.."
I went up to my room and opened my closet. "Hmm.. What to wear, what to wear..?"
I tapped my chin thoughtfully, looking at the varieties. "Ah! Yosh!" I pulled out an acid wash skirt with black knee-length leggings that had a large, gray skull imprint on the left knee. Also, I grabbed a pair of gray flats that had a little black bow on the tip.
"Now all I need is a top.." My mom came in a observed what I picked out and sighed.
"Jade, are you going Gothic or something?" I pull my lips into a thin line.
"Mom, I don't like labels, and I just wear whatever I feel is comfortable." She shook her head at my response.
"You kids wear the oddest things these days. Back in my day, things were simple.." I scoffed.
"Pfft, back in your day, people wore shoes with goldfish in the heel."
"So? That was cool." I rolled my eyes and ended up picking out a plain black spaghetti strap shirt, with a matching 'half jacket' that had pockets on the sides with a little gray button.
"Done!" My mom looked it over once.. twice. I frowned at her critical stares. "What?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing.. Just, don't you want a necklace or something?" I blinked in confusion.
"But.. I don't have a necklace..?" She smiled widely and pulled out a small blue velvet box. "Surprise!"
I took it and opened the box, revealing a silver moon crescent with three little zircons at the base of it.
It was hanging on a thin silver chain. I gasped aloud at stared at it.
"M-mom! Th-this is stunning!" She chuckled and flipped her hair.
"Yeah, I know, it's supposed to remind you of me." I laughed at her as she helped me put on the necklace. I hugged her tightly.
"Oh, thank you! B-but.. Why'd you get me it?" She frowned deeply.
"I forgot to give you a birthday present remember..?" I frowned with her and nodded.
"Yeah, yeah. I told you it was okay though.." She shrugged lazily.
"Oh well. I'm going to head to bed, and you better do the same unless you want to sleep through that little party tomorrow! Goodnight, Hunny." "'Night Mom."
Oh yes. This party would be fun. Fun, indeed.
Little did I know, I'd meet two people that'd change my life forever.
Well, tell me how ya' liked it! Also, if you ever have any ideas or anything, feel free to tell me and I'll be sure to edit your idea into any future chapters!
Jade
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