Mysteries:
Chapter 7: In Which I have a Good Day
I woke up the next morning in a good mood. Want proof? Well, I woke up at 8:43, which is saying enough right there. I'm not a morning person, normally. So when I ever wake before 11:30 smiling, you know I'm in a good mood.
Last night I dreamed I was at the beach. I dream that a lot, actually. I mean I do live really close to it. Well, in the dream I was hyper and I had a pet fish named Squibs. Well, Squibs was swimming around in the waves and I started talking to him. And then he talked back! He said some very bad words for a little fishy, yes he did. But then the thing hoped outta the waves and started chasing me around on his little fins. He chased me into the forest-he was very slow, by the way-and I was still hyper so I was all laughing the whole time, singing some really weird song I made up, and doing cartwheels, all while watching the fish chase me slowly, shaking some fish sized cane at me. I don't know where he got that from.
You now see how creatively weird my brain can be.
Sorry, I'm rambling, aren't I? Well, I woke up in a good mood. I could tell I was gonna get hyper sometime during the course of the day. I hoped I did. Hyperness is good-it lets me forget things like that I'm a werewolf and its my job to protect all the innocent citizens of the world from the evil things known as vampires.
No one was awake yet when I got outta my room. I sat down in a chair, then got up within 6 seconds because I was bored. I decided to go cook myself breakfast.
Hmmm. What to fix for breakfast? Cereal? No. Too boring. Pop Tarts? No, we only had the blueberry ones and the only people here who ate those things were Seth. Pancakes? No, I don't feel like cooking. Microwavable Pancakes? No, they taste weird. I'm so indecisive today. Haha. Sorry, private joke between Ashley and me.
Oh, screw my feelings. I'm gonna fix pancakes. The good kind. Not the dumb ones you cook in the microwave for a minute.
So, I cooked three, slightly deformed pancakes. I actually cooked 5-two burned so I had to cook 2 more so I could have three. While I was eating, Seth groggily walked in. I snickered at his face-and hair…and the fact he doesn't get any pancakes.
"Thanks, Sarah. You woke me up." Seth said a little annoyed. He's not normally a morning person either. I don't think any of us are.
"Good for me."
"I don't guess you cooked any for me, too, did you?"
"Nope…I was hungry and you were sleeping." I said, smirking. Ha! I used your words against you…kinda, in a way.
"Then go fix me something else."
"No…here eat this…" I said, throwing one of the burnt pancakes at his head.
"Sarah, you just got that outta the trash can. I'm not gonna eat that." Seth replied, catching it, and sitting down at the table.
"Then fix yourself something."
"No…I'm older. I command you to fix me breakfast." I laughed. Yeah, he looked real commanding, slumping in that chair with his head in his hands.
"So. How does your being older have to do with me fixing your lazy butt breakfast?"
"It just does." He's not in a arguing mood.
"…sure it does…in your dreams."
I really don't think he cares about this anymore. I think he fell asleep. So I just ate my pancakes quietly, but getting to the last one, I decided something was missing. No, not missing. It needed something. Something else besides the syrup. Something not made for breakfast food. Hmmmm.
"Wait!" I said out loud, making Seth look up.
He muttered something like the mixture of 'What?' and 'Go away'. Then he saw my face and the evil glint in my eyes and asked, "What're you planning, Sarah."
"Nothing." I said, smiling. It really was nothing. Nothing I haven't done before. Hehe. I realize I'm acting stupid about this. Like some mad scientist who plans on doing an evil experiment on the person in the room with him in their sleep. And whoa I just had a really random thought trail thing. It went like this: mad scientist, ice, cold, snow, Santa Clause, reindeer, food, pancakes, OMG go to your room now!
So I went, muttering to Seth, "If you touch that pancake, I'll kill you.", then walking to my room, grabbing what I needed, then coming back to the kitchen.
I had got some of my stash of Reese's Pieces in case of emergency. My mom doesn't allow me chocolate. Did I mention it made me hyper? Hmm, did I? I began sticking them in the pancake laughing evilly under my breath. I don't really know why. My evil laugh is just fun to make, 'kay.
It actually taste really good, mixing to things I love to eat. It was like little bursts of chocolate in every pancakey bite. Yummy.
And it also turns out I did get hyper. Ha ha world, I told you I would! I laughed.
I got bored within a minute's time. With hyperness, comes great boredomness. I was all alone here in the world. My lazy family sleeps too late. Nothing good was on anywhere on the TV-too early for that. Just crappy movies and little baby shows. I wanna go do something soooo badly. I was bouncing in my seat.
I decided to go in my room. I started jumping on my bed. It's really squeaky. That reminds me of that movie Marley and Me when they're in Ireland. Ewww, bad mental images. Pressing non-existent clear button in my head. But that movie's really sad. The puppy dies. No one likes dead puppies. My mom ran over a puppy once. I cried. This was when I was 7, by the way.
And for some random reason, I got this flashback of with I went to this gymnastic place for my 8th birthday party. And there was this big pit of those squishy cube things to break your fall when you jumped in. And there was this rope to swing in on and lots of cool stuff. I was obsessed over that thing. I remember throwing one of those cube things at Seth and it hit him in the face! Then he got mad and we had a Marshmallow cube (that's what I called them, then) fight. I so wanna go do that right now.
Ooo, I just got a really good idea. Well, it probably wasn't good, but still.
I stopped jumping and ran to Seth's room. We kept all our video game stuff there because, well, he's a guy and we're not allowed to hook them up in the living room.
I found my American Idol game, and got it ready. I did a two player game even though there's only one person here. The PS2 doesn't know that though. My player for me, and Seth's player for my crappy singer voice.
I'm pretty good at this game. I can make diamonds on, like, four of the songs.
So I turned up the volume and sung at the top of my lungs when it was time to start. On the second player person I sung really crappy for no reason. Like on the low parts, I sung really high pitched.
And after three songs, people started waking up. Seth first. He didn't care much, except when he woke up enough to notice I was playing the crappy parts with his saved player person. (Have you noticed I'm not good with the vocabulary thing?)
"You're using my person for that!" He said. I don't really think he was even close to mad. He's a crappy singer anyway.
"Brilliant deduction, Watson!" I said, laughing.
Then mom woke up. That's just great.
She stormed in the room and yelled, "Shut that dermned thing of!" Oh, wow. She said 'dermned'. I could see Leah glaring at me from the door way. I tried hard not to laugh at them.
"Okay, Mom." I said, doing what she said. Mission here was complete. The whole purpose of this was to annoy people. 2/3 of my family members were annoyed, so, yeah, that's good enough for me.
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About 30 minutes later, no one was annoyed with me except Leah but she's always annoyed at me, so she doesn't count. Mom had accepted the fact that it was 10:01 and she had to get up soon anyways. Mom was fixing breakfast for everyone who hadn't had it yet while I was playing with the TV. I was changing the channel in rhythm to a random song playing in my head, which happened to be the Spongebob Squarepants theme song. Sorry, that was what was playing when I turned on the TV, so it got stuck in my head. I get the weirdest things stuck in my head sometimes. It would've been so much better if I had one of those American Idol songs, but no it had to be Spongebob.
I got bored with that and just walked around the house to no apparent place.
I got back to the living room and Leah was there. 'That was fast, Leah. Your probably to scared to even go in the room whilst I was in there,' I told her in my mind. 'Heh heh, yeah, you wish, don't ya?' I told myself in my mind.
That was weird.
Well, I sat down by Leah. She was watching Gilmore Girls. So I decided to small talk her.
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"Why, hello there, my good older sister!" I said in a cheery voice.
"Hi." She said in a not so cheery annoyed voice.
"So, Leah, you steal many bikes last night?" I asked, snickering, the same time Mom walks by.
"What!?" Leah and Mom say simultaneously. Leah's looking at me like I'm crazy. Mom's looking at Leah like she's crazy. That or she's giving her the 'warning' glare, like 'You better hope that's not true young lady.' Probably the later.
And then Seth comes in smiling. Oh, great.
"Come with me. We're leaving." He says.
"What? Leaving? Why ar-NO! No, you'll never take me alive!" I scream while Seth pulls my arm, trying to get me off the couch. I'm holding on for dear life, probably looking very stupid while I'm at it. He laughs.
"Just c'mon, Sarah!" He said, still laughing.
"What's in it for me? Do I get chocolate?"
"NO!" They all scream. Okay, okay. I get it. No chocolate for me.
"Alright then, I'll come." I said, standing up. I haven't changed yet. Just the same t-shirt and sweatpants I wore to sleep. Oh, well. I wear stuff like that all the time in public. If we are going to public places.
Seth leads me to the back door. I could hear mom questioning Leah's late night bike stealing. Leah had no clue what either of us was talking about. I laughed.
"Where're we going, Seth?"
"You need to run off your energy."
"And you have to help with that?"
"…maybe I want to race you."
"To see if I can bet you as bad as Leah does?"
"No!"
Speak of the devil, Leah appears and says, "I wanna race to!"
I say, "Sure!" and Seth says, "No way!" at the same time.
"Too bad, Seth. Two against one." She says.
I assume they're talking about racing in our wolf forms. Leah was the fastest, she took pride in that, and that's why Seth didn't want her racing with us.
I remember when Sam and Leah (Yes, Sam and Leah) explained how to phase.
~FLASHBACK~
"Okay," Sam said, "Today, we're gonna teach you how to phase controllably." He sounded just like a teacher telling kindergarteners that they're gonna learn how to say their ABCs in class today.
"Oh, god." I thought. I nodded, though I really don't wanna do this.
"First, you-"
"Wait!" I said. "You are not gonna see me naked again, Dude."
"…Hey, Leah. We need your help." Leah looked up at him and looked like she so wanted to tell him off right then, but she walked over anyways.
"Okay, I'm going to explain the principles and Leah's going to help you physically do it. Got it?" I nodded, and almost started laughing. The whole sentence sounded weird. Think about it.
"First, you should, as a starter, like yourself, try and make yourself mad. If you do it this way, you just let your anger take you. Imagine yourself phasing, and it'll happen. When you get more experienced, this'll come to you as second nature. You'll notice you'll get faster over time and eventually pull it off without really thinking 'how?' You can do it like us older guys." Sam explained. Is he racist? "Us older guys," He'd said. I almost laughed again.
"It's like a mental button. You think, 'I need to phase', push the button, and Bam! You're a wolf. Except there's really not a button."
"And your to that point?"
"No. I've just heard what its like from Jacob's mind. And Sam here has trouble describing things in ways people like you understand." Leah explained. Sam and me glared at her, and Jake, hearing his name, looked up, waved, and went back to whatever he's doing.
"Hey! What do ya mean people lik-oh, forget it. Let's get this over with."
Leah and I walked out of the sight of guys. I striped so I would have cloths to put on afterwards.
Then, I did all three. I imagined punching a big, red button, remembered when Seth broke my digital camera, and imagined myself doing the whole process of phasing. I concentrated on the later the most picturing everything clearly.
And then I phased for the first time on purpose!
~ENDFLASHBACK~
And so me and Leah walked in the forest, ordering Seth to go really far away. I shifted the same as I had that day.
We were racing to the Canadian, then back. It was a long way. Oh, well.
In the end, Leah won, I got second and Seth last. Ha-ha to him.
"Are you on steroids or something?" Seth asked.
"No, you just run like a girl," I said. Leah was rolling her eyes.
"And you don't?"
"I stand corrected. You run like an out-of-shape girl."
And I was un-hyper but still happy. It'd been a good day for me-well, morning. And I haven't eaten lunch yet!
A/N:
Eternal L0ve: Sorry about the long wait. I hoped you liked this chapter. I wrote it all in one day this time! I hope you like this side of her. You've seen the semi-depressed/mad side of her over the last chapters. Now ya get to see the hyperactive/happy side of her. No, I wasn't hyper when I wrote this. I related a lot of stuff on us, but it's easier to write about things you're experienced at, right? I seriously thing this is the longest chapter I have written for any of my stories. Please review, like always.
Izabethelay13: Hey, guys! Like Eternal L0ve said, super sorry for the long wait. And we based the Reese's and American Idol stuff off of us. -sigh- Good times. lol
And -hehe. I'm sure you're tired of hearing this- please review!
