Meet the rest of the Toros! Only Fergus and Fiona are my characters.
Chapter Two
Bring It On: Whitney
The next morning as I sat down to my breakfast. Stretching my legs out under the counter, I dug my spoon leisurely into my cereal. It was just a nice lazy Sunday, the day after the Nationals, the day which I can relax my aching muscles.
"Whitney, have I told you that your cousins Fiona and Fergus will be arriving this evening?" Mom said as she came into the kitchen.
I dropped my spoon in shock.
"Mom! What? Today? Fiona?" I gasped out incoherently. Mom gave me an apologetic look.
"Your Aunt Felicia called and said that Fiona almost killed herself so the two of them were immediately sent here around midnight last night. I really need your help in preparing the guest room," Mom pleaded.
I felt a little bad. Fiona must've been in a really bad patch now. Then I realized something. One guest room? That meant...
"I think you should share your room with Fiona. That way you can keep an eye on your cousin, see that she doesn't try to suicide," Mom was saying as she dragged the vacuum cleaner out of the kitchen behind her.
I abandoned my breakfast and followed Mom, protesting wildly, but Mom just ignored me with her inscrutable Chinese mien. She opened the door to the largest of the three guest rooms we had and began pulling back the white covers on the furniture. I reluctantly plugged the vacuum cleaner and started vacuuming away.
"You know, Whitney, Fergus will be enrolling into college here to get a PhD in computer engineering before going to Harvard..." Mom blustered on as I vacuumed the blue carpet on the floor savagely.
I cringed at the thought of pig-tailed Fiona sharing my room, criticizing the Toros, bitching about how grand her own private school in London is. I contemplated staying at Courtney's until the end of senior year. I decided to ignore Fiona until she decides to shut up.
At the end of the day, after an endless round of phone calls to Courtney, Torrance, Darcy, Kasey and even Missy, I just decided to be nice.
Whoa, tough job.
At approximately five-thirty in the evening, a long black limousine drew up at the porch, nearly smashing into Mom's BMW and Dad's Benz. Jamie and I were told to "be nice and think nice" as we opened the front door to greet our London cousins. A uniformed chauffeur opened the door and a tall athletic twenty-year-old boy dressed like a twelve-year-old came out and helped the other girl out of the car.
"Hello, you must be Whitney and you must be Jamie," the guy said to Jamie and me respectively. He smiled and blinked through his thick glasses.
"Actually, I'm Whitney and she's Jamie," I corrected quickly as I helped to carry their baggage into our house. Then I noticed Fiona.
Poor girl; she was a wreck. Her long black hair was hanging loose, her complexion was pale and sallow, her clothes mismatched. I felt a little guilty for being so pettish. Fiona was definitely going through love-shock. Fiona looked at me with unseeing eyes.
"Um, welcome to San Diego," I mumbled as I stumbled into our hallway. Mom came running towards them and enveloped them with hugs and kisses. Jamie was carrying a box behind me and we exchanged glances.
Not so good.
Chapter Two
Bring It On: Whitney
The next morning as I sat down to my breakfast. Stretching my legs out under the counter, I dug my spoon leisurely into my cereal. It was just a nice lazy Sunday, the day after the Nationals, the day which I can relax my aching muscles.
"Whitney, have I told you that your cousins Fiona and Fergus will be arriving this evening?" Mom said as she came into the kitchen.
I dropped my spoon in shock.
"Mom! What? Today? Fiona?" I gasped out incoherently. Mom gave me an apologetic look.
"Your Aunt Felicia called and said that Fiona almost killed herself so the two of them were immediately sent here around midnight last night. I really need your help in preparing the guest room," Mom pleaded.
I felt a little bad. Fiona must've been in a really bad patch now. Then I realized something. One guest room? That meant...
"I think you should share your room with Fiona. That way you can keep an eye on your cousin, see that she doesn't try to suicide," Mom was saying as she dragged the vacuum cleaner out of the kitchen behind her.
I abandoned my breakfast and followed Mom, protesting wildly, but Mom just ignored me with her inscrutable Chinese mien. She opened the door to the largest of the three guest rooms we had and began pulling back the white covers on the furniture. I reluctantly plugged the vacuum cleaner and started vacuuming away.
"You know, Whitney, Fergus will be enrolling into college here to get a PhD in computer engineering before going to Harvard..." Mom blustered on as I vacuumed the blue carpet on the floor savagely.
I cringed at the thought of pig-tailed Fiona sharing my room, criticizing the Toros, bitching about how grand her own private school in London is. I contemplated staying at Courtney's until the end of senior year. I decided to ignore Fiona until she decides to shut up.
At the end of the day, after an endless round of phone calls to Courtney, Torrance, Darcy, Kasey and even Missy, I just decided to be nice.
Whoa, tough job.
At approximately five-thirty in the evening, a long black limousine drew up at the porch, nearly smashing into Mom's BMW and Dad's Benz. Jamie and I were told to "be nice and think nice" as we opened the front door to greet our London cousins. A uniformed chauffeur opened the door and a tall athletic twenty-year-old boy dressed like a twelve-year-old came out and helped the other girl out of the car.
"Hello, you must be Whitney and you must be Jamie," the guy said to Jamie and me respectively. He smiled and blinked through his thick glasses.
"Actually, I'm Whitney and she's Jamie," I corrected quickly as I helped to carry their baggage into our house. Then I noticed Fiona.
Poor girl; she was a wreck. Her long black hair was hanging loose, her complexion was pale and sallow, her clothes mismatched. I felt a little guilty for being so pettish. Fiona was definitely going through love-shock. Fiona looked at me with unseeing eyes.
"Um, welcome to San Diego," I mumbled as I stumbled into our hallway. Mom came running towards them and enveloped them with hugs and kisses. Jamie was carrying a box behind me and we exchanged glances.
Not so good.