Disclaimer: I only own the characters from 2001 unless they're celebrities and such.
Basically, I own Skye, Allen, their parents and their neighbors.
A/N: Gosh, this story is getting long… *sigh*
To 2001!
Chapter 8
I sat in front of the fish tank, staring at my fish, Imhotep. He flapped his mouth
noiselessly. Then he turn his tail and flickered away, swimming quickly. I tapped a few
fish pellets into his cage and sighed.
"Dinner! Where's dinner, Skye?!" shrieked Allen. I groaned.
"Fine, fine, I'll make everyone a large meal even though we all had a piece of pizza at the
pool!" I yelled back. I groaned again and stormed into the kitchen. I plunked pots and
pans down onto the counter noisily. I angrily peeled potatoes and ground them up,
practically crushing them into oblivion. I shook pepper into the almost-mutilated potatoes
fiercely.
"What are THOSE?" Rafe asked. "Are you playing with food again, Skye?" I gasped.
"THESE ARE MASHED POTATOES!!" I screamed. "GO AWAY!!" Whoa. That was
not a good idea. I usually don't freak out like that, please don't think I'm a raving lunatic
or anything. I felt under-appreciated. Being badgered by Allen wasn't pleasant, and got
the impression Rafe didn't like my cooking (Hmm, no kidding).
Rafe just looked at me, which made me feel incredibly guilty. "I'm sorry, Rafe- really," I
apologized. He broke into that grin of his.
"Oh ma'am, I should be sorry, I criticized your cooking," he said perkily. I rolled my
eyes. Maybe he was right, but kind of stupid and cheesy. I cooked some macaroni and
cheese and bread and then collapsed in front of the computer. I decided to play "The
Sims" so I could calm down a little bit.
After making Brandi Amaloo (on the Sims) take the garbage out for the fifth time, I was
tired beyond all reason. I stumbled down the hall to my room. I was about to get in and
go to sleep immediately, but then I noticed that Allen was in my bed.
"Ok, I'll use his," I said to myself. But Evelyn was in Allen's bed. And Rafe was in our
parent's bed. And Danny was on the sofa bed. I groaned. "No bed in my own house?!" I
hissed. I groaned and got my sleeping bag out of my closet. Rolling it out, the thought
that I was under-appreciated forced it's way back into my mind.
I fell quickly into a deep sleep, dreaming of fish and socks (don't ask). I slept good and
well until 6:30 in the morning, until-
"I LOVE THE FISHES 'CAUSE THEY'RE SO DELICIOUS!!!!" Allen shrieked as he
jumped on the floor repeatedly, screaming in my ear. I screamed until my throat hurt. I
looked at him, my eyes wide, my hair practically standing up on end. Why did he always
do this to me?
"Allen," I croaked. "Don't do that again." I fell back and covered my head with a pillow.
"Now go away," I said, muffled slightly by the pillow. I frowned into the floor as I heard
him whining. I tried to fall asleep, but now I was so shaken up by Allen's "hijnxs" that
there was no way I could fall asleep, even if I wanted to.
I groaned and got out of the sleeping bag, stretching my arms above my head. I changed
into ripped-off jean shorts, blue flip-flop sandals; green and pink tie-dye t-shirt with the
sleeves cut off and a blue Hawaiian shirt-jacket with palm trees on it. I braided my hair
and headed out my door and down to the computer. I signed onto the Internet and saw my
grandmother was on.
Skye: Hi.
Grandma: Hi, honey.
Skye: What's up?
Grandma: Well, Paw-paw and I were thinking of taking the motor car down to Baldwin
and take you and your cousins and Allen…
Skye: Yay!
Skye: One problem.
Grandma: What?
Skye: See, some of Mom and Dad's friends are staying with us. Can they come?
Grandma: Well, sure! The more, the merrier!
Skye: I'll warn you, they're a bit um, eccentric.
Grandma: OK. I have to go. We'll pick you up in forty-five minutes.
Skye: OK. Love you, bye.
Grandma: Love you too. Bye.
I was positively delighted at the startling development in the day. With the end of the
conversation, I signed off and ran down the hall. I ran into each of our "guests" and
shook them awake, forcing them to wake up and get dress. I hastily explained the
situation as I tossed them some clothes I thought would fit them.
Throwing Allen some clothes, I explained to him what we got to do today. He raised his
eyebrows when I got to the part about Rafe, Evelyn and Danny being our parent's
"eccentric" friends.
"You said that?" he said in an amused tone. I nodded, smiling sheepishly. He rolled his
eyes. "This has made you loopy, Skye," he sympathetically. I nodded; it was sad but true.
I sighed and left the room as Allen changed clothes. I walked into the living room and
saw Evelyn sitting on the couch, fiddling with the remote.
"You'll need to press that red button that says power on it," I called from the kitchen,
where I was putting granola bars into a bag for our family to eat on the railroad. I rolled
my eyes as I heard her gasp when the TV flickered on. I was amused at her surprise,
though. But what would happen on the railroad?
Basically, I own Skye, Allen, their parents and their neighbors.
A/N: Gosh, this story is getting long… *sigh*
To 2001!
Chapter 8
I sat in front of the fish tank, staring at my fish, Imhotep. He flapped his mouth
noiselessly. Then he turn his tail and flickered away, swimming quickly. I tapped a few
fish pellets into his cage and sighed.
"Dinner! Where's dinner, Skye?!" shrieked Allen. I groaned.
"Fine, fine, I'll make everyone a large meal even though we all had a piece of pizza at the
pool!" I yelled back. I groaned again and stormed into the kitchen. I plunked pots and
pans down onto the counter noisily. I angrily peeled potatoes and ground them up,
practically crushing them into oblivion. I shook pepper into the almost-mutilated potatoes
fiercely.
"What are THOSE?" Rafe asked. "Are you playing with food again, Skye?" I gasped.
"THESE ARE MASHED POTATOES!!" I screamed. "GO AWAY!!" Whoa. That was
not a good idea. I usually don't freak out like that, please don't think I'm a raving lunatic
or anything. I felt under-appreciated. Being badgered by Allen wasn't pleasant, and got
the impression Rafe didn't like my cooking (Hmm, no kidding).
Rafe just looked at me, which made me feel incredibly guilty. "I'm sorry, Rafe- really," I
apologized. He broke into that grin of his.
"Oh ma'am, I should be sorry, I criticized your cooking," he said perkily. I rolled my
eyes. Maybe he was right, but kind of stupid and cheesy. I cooked some macaroni and
cheese and bread and then collapsed in front of the computer. I decided to play "The
Sims" so I could calm down a little bit.
After making Brandi Amaloo (on the Sims) take the garbage out for the fifth time, I was
tired beyond all reason. I stumbled down the hall to my room. I was about to get in and
go to sleep immediately, but then I noticed that Allen was in my bed.
"Ok, I'll use his," I said to myself. But Evelyn was in Allen's bed. And Rafe was in our
parent's bed. And Danny was on the sofa bed. I groaned. "No bed in my own house?!" I
hissed. I groaned and got my sleeping bag out of my closet. Rolling it out, the thought
that I was under-appreciated forced it's way back into my mind.
I fell quickly into a deep sleep, dreaming of fish and socks (don't ask). I slept good and
well until 6:30 in the morning, until-
"I LOVE THE FISHES 'CAUSE THEY'RE SO DELICIOUS!!!!" Allen shrieked as he
jumped on the floor repeatedly, screaming in my ear. I screamed until my throat hurt. I
looked at him, my eyes wide, my hair practically standing up on end. Why did he always
do this to me?
"Allen," I croaked. "Don't do that again." I fell back and covered my head with a pillow.
"Now go away," I said, muffled slightly by the pillow. I frowned into the floor as I heard
him whining. I tried to fall asleep, but now I was so shaken up by Allen's "hijnxs" that
there was no way I could fall asleep, even if I wanted to.
I groaned and got out of the sleeping bag, stretching my arms above my head. I changed
into ripped-off jean shorts, blue flip-flop sandals; green and pink tie-dye t-shirt with the
sleeves cut off and a blue Hawaiian shirt-jacket with palm trees on it. I braided my hair
and headed out my door and down to the computer. I signed onto the Internet and saw my
grandmother was on.
Skye: Hi.
Grandma: Hi, honey.
Skye: What's up?
Grandma: Well, Paw-paw and I were thinking of taking the motor car down to Baldwin
and take you and your cousins and Allen…
Skye: Yay!
Skye: One problem.
Grandma: What?
Skye: See, some of Mom and Dad's friends are staying with us. Can they come?
Grandma: Well, sure! The more, the merrier!
Skye: I'll warn you, they're a bit um, eccentric.
Grandma: OK. I have to go. We'll pick you up in forty-five minutes.
Skye: OK. Love you, bye.
Grandma: Love you too. Bye.
I was positively delighted at the startling development in the day. With the end of the
conversation, I signed off and ran down the hall. I ran into each of our "guests" and
shook them awake, forcing them to wake up and get dress. I hastily explained the
situation as I tossed them some clothes I thought would fit them.
Throwing Allen some clothes, I explained to him what we got to do today. He raised his
eyebrows when I got to the part about Rafe, Evelyn and Danny being our parent's
"eccentric" friends.
"You said that?" he said in an amused tone. I nodded, smiling sheepishly. He rolled his
eyes. "This has made you loopy, Skye," he sympathetically. I nodded; it was sad but true.
I sighed and left the room as Allen changed clothes. I walked into the living room and
saw Evelyn sitting on the couch, fiddling with the remote.
"You'll need to press that red button that says power on it," I called from the kitchen,
where I was putting granola bars into a bag for our family to eat on the railroad. I rolled
my eyes as I heard her gasp when the TV flickered on. I was amused at her surprise,
though. But what would happen on the railroad?