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Chapter Ten: No Sleeping SleepoverOctober 11th. Sunday.
I was in my room, all my hopes and dreams crushed. Well, maybe not that dramatic, but I was not in a good mood. We still hadn't found my book. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go read The Ninth Chapter. And all the chapters before that. This week was boring, to say the least. Some points were interesting, and others, well, were not. Today was like any other day, lazy sitting on the couch. Of course, I wasn't allowed to do that for long.
Apparently, Rosalie had taken to being my watcher. She was there, in the shadows, watching me. I don't know why, after she had been so hostile to me when I first came. Maybe she felt bad for the way she acted, maybe she liked someone to take care of, like a mother would. I didn't know. Either way, she was there.
When Rose came in the living room and saw me being a couch potato, she shoved me off the couch and told me to put on sweats 'cause we were going on a walk. I should have known that Alice would be more than happy to help with a matching sweat outfit, because when I walked into my room, Alice was there with clothes.
She rapidly held up different strips of cloth to my forehead and arms, and then dug into one of the numerous bags that were placed in my room, and extracted a brown jogging suit and a maroon shirt. "Okay. Remember this, Valerie. You are a 'fall'. A FALL. Don't forget that. Browns, reds, dark purples, oranges, and pinks look very good on you. If you forget then I will hunt you down for all eternity!" Alice threatened. I nodded quickly and tried on the outfit.
When Alice spun me around to face the mirror, all I could get out was "Wow." Alice was right the colors did suit me. Alice put my strawberry blonde hair into a high ponytail and ushered my out into the hall.
Rosalie and I took our 'walk'. Yeah right. More like a sprint. Now I have a fitness instructor. Rosalie promised she'd make me do this every morning whether I want to or not.
"But Rose!" I whined.
"No buts, ands, or ors. I am going to get you into shape." She prodded my stomach. "In the time that you've spent here, you've gotten lazy. Plus, I am going to make sure that you take good care of your hair and body. In a few weeks, you will be gleaming."
"I'm not fat! I just have a bit of… pudge!" I protested.
Rose poked my stomach again. "More than a bit I'd say. Your pudginess is out of control."
"Did Alice put you up to this?" I questioned. "Did she have a vision that includes me looking absolutely perfect?"
Rosalie laughed, a tinkling sound. "No. I decided to do this all on my own." She looked over my outfit. "Though the matching outfit was her idea."
We devised a plan. Weekend mornings, we'd jog all three miles into town and back home. On week mornings, just a quick walk around the street (The street is quite big). Also on Sundays, there would be a trip to the spa. When Rosalie and I entered the house, Alice bombarded the both of us.
"Can I come to the spa with you on Sundays? Please, please, please? Pretty please with a Visa on top?"
Rose thought about this for a few seconds. "Only if you take the walks with us too."
Alice's face fell. "But I don't wanna take stupid walks!" She seriously sounded like a six-year-old.
I crossed my arms over my chest and firmly said, "No walk, no spa." If I had to work to get the treat, then so did she.
Alice walked away, exaggerated sadness in every step.
Rosalie walked away grumbling, "She can walk five miles in a mall easily, but she can't walk three miles just to walk."
I went upstairs to study for I had many tests that week. Wow. A lot happened that day. And that was just the morning. Later on Rose and I did go to the spa. I was SO relaxed. I got a facial, massage, and a manicure/pedicure! My nails were black tipped white, and my toes were white tipped black. They looked so cute! Nothing much happened for the rest of the day. Well, except for Emmett being thrown out of the house for getting on Rose's nerves. That was hilarious.
October 12th. Monday.
Try this; wake up at four-thirty am. Take a jog around the block. Mix in some pitch-black darkness, extreme sleepiness, and pouring rain. Now doesn't that sound fun? I had to do that, and I rated it a two out of ten. And I was being nice!
After my morning full of sunshine, I had to (unfortunately) go to school. To my surprise, it actually wasn't that boring. I got in trouble numerous times for almost sleeping in class. I wanted to say "Hey. It's not my fault a vegetarian vampire forced me to take a walk against my will at an early hour." I didn't think that would go over very well though. To add onto the joy, I had three tests in the same number of hours. Thankfully I studied.
During grammar, I sat next to Ella, in hopes of getting better grades since she rocks while I suck at that particular subject. Halfway through the lesson, we were given a free period to do whatever we want (That excludes burning down the school, trying to kill someone, jumping off buildings, and anything else life threatening.) The teacher actually told us this. Do they think we're dumb?
Back to topic. Ella and I were chatting away when I heard some hushed whispering behind me. I turned my head slightly so that out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chelsea talking to some other girl, Kammy or Kamryn or something. Either way, she was a head popular.
I only caught bits and pieces of the conversation.
"She's so weird." I could see Chelsea looking at my table while saying that. Did she mean Ella or me? I hoped to find out.
"Dresses in blue… freaky person…braniac." Now I knew they were talking about Ella. She is the only person I know who constantly dresses in blue. Like today, she was wearing a light blue skirt that swished around her ankles and a white peasent blouse with a blue bracelet. Her silky, black hair was tied up in a blue ponytail. But that didn't mean that she's freaky! How dare they talk about my friend like that! She has an extremely kind heart! I looked beside me to find that Ella eyes were tearing at the edges. She'd heard the conversation too. How could people be so mean? I vowed never to gossip again. I probably wouldn't last a week, but it was the thought that counted. Caught up in my valiant dreams, I almost missed the next hushed whispers.
"She's cool." Oh, so now they mock her coolness. "Why does she hang out with geeks like the blue freak?" Wait. The other girl was talking about me now? She thought I was cool? Major curveball there. I tuned in once again.
"…lives with Cullens…" that had to be Chelsea. She heard the lady in the office say that, and I hadn't told anyone but Ella, and she swore never to say a word.
"She does?" That one word was full of amazement and jealousy. Groan. I really did not want the word to get out.
"Uh huh." Was Chelsea's quick reply. From the corner of my eye, I could see the other girl's face fill with deviousness.
"Well then, if she does, then that is a perfect way to get close to them." Chelsea's face was still a blank. Kammy or whatever sighed and spelled it out for her. "The Cullen guys are cute, right? We like the Cullen guys, right? Well, if we can get her to be friends with us, then she'll take us over to her house every once in a while, right? And when we come over, the Cullen guys will be there, and we can woo them with our womanly charm. See?"
"Aahh." Now Chelsea got it. I was going to have to be very careful around those two. Unless… I had a brilliant plan. You'll find out later. Probably not in this chapter though. You have to wait.
I leaned over to whisper to Ella, "Ignore those weirdoes, they just wish that they could be as cool as us." I could tell that even though she didn't really believe me, she was thankful for the comfort. She sniffled and gave a small smile.
Once grammar was over, Ella and I headed back to homeroom to pack up for the end of the day. I was just putting my stuff into my coolio backpack, when I heard a small voice behind me. "Hey, Val?" I turned around to see Ella standing there looking quite uncomfortable. "Um… I w-was wondering, w-would you like t-to sleepover a-at my house t-this Friday?" This must have been very hard for Ella to do because not once have I heard her stutter so much. She mistook my dumbfounded look because she quickly hurried to correct herself. "I-I mean, y-you don't have to if you d-don't want to!"
I reassured her right away. "No, no! I would love to come!" I gave her a smile. "What time Friday?" Ella relaxed and grin overtook her features. "From 5 o' clock to Saturday. Thank you so much!" She threw her arms around me and skipped back to her desk. I was glad to make Ella's day.
October 13th. Tuesday.
When I 'told' Alice (she had actually foreseen it) that I was going to a sleepover, her first thought was, "Shopping!" I barely weaseled my way out of it. I mean, I had just gone shopping last week; I wasn't in need of new clothes just yet. Apparently, Alice didn't agree. She resolved to not speak to me and she lasted less than a day. Actually longer than I expected.
The rest of the week was a blur, and before I knew it, it was Friday. See? I do know how to skip time without using time markers.
October 16th. Friday.
School went by super fast. At 5 o' clock, I was standing in front of Ella's house, my arms full of sleepover gear. I only rang the doorbell once when the door was flung open. Ella gave me a gigantic hug, not even glancing at the two Cullens behind me. She ushered me inside, and Alice and Jasper brought my other bags inside. I had made the mistake of letting Alice pack for me, so now I had no less than 100 bags. Hopefully it wasn't entirely clothes. I mean, I was staying for one night, not an entire week.
Ella pointed the way to her bedroom so Alice and Jasper could get going. Then, she led me to the kitchen, where fresh out of the oven cookies were waiting. I bit into one, letting the soft, chewy goodness melt in my mouth. "Did you bake these yourself?" I asked her incredulously.
Ella grabbed a cookie for herself and shook her head no. "My mom made them. She is a pro cookie maker." Ella stuck her head in a door. "Mom! Valerie's here!" She turned to face me. "My mom wants to meet you."
As if on cue, Mrs. Brownstone came rushing into the room. Her cheeks were flushed, and her short, black hair was in disarray, though she was smiling, and her blue eyes were filled with kindness. She looked exactly like an older version of Ella, except with short hair. "So this is the legendary Valerie." Ella and I blushed at the same time. Mrs. Brownstone shook my hand. "I've heard so much about you. Welcome to our house. I'm Mrs. Brownstone." She looked me over. "I see you're into the latest fashions."
I glanced down at my colorful converse, black skinny jeans, and Abercrombie tee shirt, and ran a hand through my layered hand. "Alice." That one word held much meaning.
Mrs. Brownstone chuckled. "Ah. I know the little twerp. She's the one I always see decorating her house. She does a fantastic job, though she does tend to go overboard a lot." I had never heard anyone call Alice a twerp, so I just stood there dumbfounded until a pixie head suck itself over the railing.
"Did someone say my name?" Alice questioned.
"We were just talking about your sense of fashion and choice of models." I said. Alice skipped down the stairs and made me do a model twirl. At that moment, Jasper walked down the stairs. "We're finished! Come on Alice." He waved as he walked out the door. "Have fun Val!"
"I will!" I yelled back.
"Come on!" Ella motioned for me to follow her up the stairs. " I have a lot planned. We're going to have so much fun!"
What does Ella's room look like? What will they do at the sleepover? Find out in the next exciting episode of "World Of Books: The Beginning"! I know it took a while for me to update this time, but I don't have a lot of time on the computer and I have to much schoolwork. Also I'm making longer chapters, so I have to come up with more stuff. If you want, I can PM you when I update, so you don't have to check to see, and be disappointed. I can do that.
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