It had been two weeks since Asha moved in. Apparently she'd made some enemies and decided to look up good old Logan. She was a bathroom hog and used all the hot water. It wasn't like she left the penthouse, so *why* did she need to shower every five minutes? It wasn't like anybody was going to see her.
"Asha!" I yelled, banging on the bathroom door. If she didn't hurry up, I was going to be late.
"Sorry, Syl." Asha said as she stepped out of the bathroom in her robe. I hated that robe. It's an evil robe.
I growled at her, thanks to my animal DNA, and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door. I took a shower, then went over to the mirror. I cleared the mirror and slammed my small bag down on the sink. I couldn't keep my things in the bathroom anymore, because Asha had taken up my spot.
I brushed my teeth then dried my hair. I smelt eggs. I hated that smell. That smell meant Logan was smiling. I knew I should have been pleased that Logan was smiling, but I hated the smiles. He smiled at *her*. He smiled at the beast. Asha. She didn't know who or what I was and she had no idea that I could kill her in 4.5 seconds if I wanted to. Actually, I did want to, but out of respect for Logan, I bit my tongue every time I wanted to say something nasty to her. Original Cindy didn't like her either. But there were reasons for that too. According to Original Cindy, she could interpret the looks Asha gave Logan, and she did not like them.
I let out a frustrated sigh and tossed everything back into my small bag. I threw the towel roughly against the wall and pulled on my robe. Nice robe. Good robe. Not like the evil robe.
I walked out of the bathroom and back into my room. Only one thing had changed in my room. Two weeks ago there had been a picture of Max on my dresser to remind me of my sister, but Logan got jumpy and asked me to move it so Asha wouldn't see it. As if I would let *her* in *my* room. Sometimes she forgot who was here first.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a black sweatshirt. I loved that sweatshirt; it was a black hooded sweatshirt with orange and yellow flames along the sleeves and had my name on the front, encased in flames. I put on my watch and grabbed my backpack and walked into the kitchen.
Asha and Logan were there, talking and smiling. I was sure that if I stayed in that kitchen I would've thrown up. I grabbed a Pop Tart, mumbled good-bye to Logan, grabbed my bike, and left the penthouse. I couldn't take the cuteness anymore.
When I got to the street, I hopped on my bike and peddled to work. It wasn't really my bike. It was Max's. Logan mumbled something about somebody getting some use out of it and it sort of became mine. It was the same with Max's pride and joy, her Ninja. Only, the Ninja wasn't mine. It was only on loan.
When I got to the Jam Pony, I once again felt like I was borrowing Max's life. Her bike, her job, her everything. I was borrowing everything from her... no, I was just keeping it all warm for her until she got back. That's how I thought of it.
"Hey, girlie, you're late." Normal said. I just ignored him and walked to my locker, which of course, was borrowed from Max.
"Hey sistah girl." Original Cindy greeted as I opened my locker.
"Hey." I said tiredly.
"What's Richie Rich done?" Original Cindy asked, becoming somewhat serious.
"Oh, he was just laughing and smiling." I told her.
"Boy is making Original Cindy straight up pissed off."
"I know, but I don't want to say anything." I told her. "If he got all sad again, it'd be all my fault."
"Who cares if Moneybags is sad? At least he'll remember what it's about." Original Cindy said.
"Yeah." I said. "Listen, I'm gonna fake sick. I can't stand to be here right now. Will you take my bike?"
"Sure. Pick it up at my place whenever." Original Cindy said.
"Thanks." I said and walked by Normal. I put on my worst sick face and coughed everywhere. He pulled out his disenfectant and told me to go away.
As I walked down the street, I wondered what everyone was doing. Logan and Asha were probably having a nice conversation, I reasoned. Krit was probably with Jace and Little Max doing fun things. And I was walking down the dirty street looking around me. Then I saw it. The Space Needle. I never did get what Max saw in that thing. I decided that tonight, no matter what, I was going up there.
"Asha!" I yelled, banging on the bathroom door. If she didn't hurry up, I was going to be late.
"Sorry, Syl." Asha said as she stepped out of the bathroom in her robe. I hated that robe. It's an evil robe.
I growled at her, thanks to my animal DNA, and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door. I took a shower, then went over to the mirror. I cleared the mirror and slammed my small bag down on the sink. I couldn't keep my things in the bathroom anymore, because Asha had taken up my spot.
I brushed my teeth then dried my hair. I smelt eggs. I hated that smell. That smell meant Logan was smiling. I knew I should have been pleased that Logan was smiling, but I hated the smiles. He smiled at *her*. He smiled at the beast. Asha. She didn't know who or what I was and she had no idea that I could kill her in 4.5 seconds if I wanted to. Actually, I did want to, but out of respect for Logan, I bit my tongue every time I wanted to say something nasty to her. Original Cindy didn't like her either. But there were reasons for that too. According to Original Cindy, she could interpret the looks Asha gave Logan, and she did not like them.
I let out a frustrated sigh and tossed everything back into my small bag. I threw the towel roughly against the wall and pulled on my robe. Nice robe. Good robe. Not like the evil robe.
I walked out of the bathroom and back into my room. Only one thing had changed in my room. Two weeks ago there had been a picture of Max on my dresser to remind me of my sister, but Logan got jumpy and asked me to move it so Asha wouldn't see it. As if I would let *her* in *my* room. Sometimes she forgot who was here first.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a black sweatshirt. I loved that sweatshirt; it was a black hooded sweatshirt with orange and yellow flames along the sleeves and had my name on the front, encased in flames. I put on my watch and grabbed my backpack and walked into the kitchen.
Asha and Logan were there, talking and smiling. I was sure that if I stayed in that kitchen I would've thrown up. I grabbed a Pop Tart, mumbled good-bye to Logan, grabbed my bike, and left the penthouse. I couldn't take the cuteness anymore.
When I got to the street, I hopped on my bike and peddled to work. It wasn't really my bike. It was Max's. Logan mumbled something about somebody getting some use out of it and it sort of became mine. It was the same with Max's pride and joy, her Ninja. Only, the Ninja wasn't mine. It was only on loan.
When I got to the Jam Pony, I once again felt like I was borrowing Max's life. Her bike, her job, her everything. I was borrowing everything from her... no, I was just keeping it all warm for her until she got back. That's how I thought of it.
"Hey, girlie, you're late." Normal said. I just ignored him and walked to my locker, which of course, was borrowed from Max.
"Hey sistah girl." Original Cindy greeted as I opened my locker.
"Hey." I said tiredly.
"What's Richie Rich done?" Original Cindy asked, becoming somewhat serious.
"Oh, he was just laughing and smiling." I told her.
"Boy is making Original Cindy straight up pissed off."
"I know, but I don't want to say anything." I told her. "If he got all sad again, it'd be all my fault."
"Who cares if Moneybags is sad? At least he'll remember what it's about." Original Cindy said.
"Yeah." I said. "Listen, I'm gonna fake sick. I can't stand to be here right now. Will you take my bike?"
"Sure. Pick it up at my place whenever." Original Cindy said.
"Thanks." I said and walked by Normal. I put on my worst sick face and coughed everywhere. He pulled out his disenfectant and told me to go away.
As I walked down the street, I wondered what everyone was doing. Logan and Asha were probably having a nice conversation, I reasoned. Krit was probably with Jace and Little Max doing fun things. And I was walking down the dirty street looking around me. Then I saw it. The Space Needle. I never did get what Max saw in that thing. I decided that tonight, no matter what, I was going up there.