Oh no, what has happened to Fiona? Only Fergus and Fiona are my characters.
Chapter Seven
Bring It On: Whitney
The first thing I heard when I woke up next morning was Fiona yelling into her mobile phone. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, wondering why I wasn't in my bed and on the couch in the den. Then I remembered that Fergus had invaded my bedroom and Fiona and I had to migrate. So we ended up eating leftover popcorn and watching midnight soaps in the den.
"Rocco Colona! It's over between us. You called me a bitch first and I shall never, ever forgive you!" she screamed before dashing her phone on the ground and stomping on it. Then she sat down in a cloud of tears and began howling. Mom flew into the den with a scared expression.
"Fiona! What has happened?" she cried as she ran to Fiona's side. Fiona was rolling around on the ground and I thought it was pretty amusing and very immature of her, since she was eighteen years old and a cheerleader.
"R-Rocco! He says that...that he wants me t-to go back to L-London. That he misses me and wants me b-back!" she said between anguished sobs. "What a cad! I'll never t-take him back. Then he-he says t-that he will f-find me and bring me b-back to London!"
I agreed with her. This Rocco was certainly a cad. Then she began screaming, "HE IS NOW IN SAN DIEGO!!!"
Now what?
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"Fiona, this plan is so wrong. Look, orange lipstick doesn't go with your skin," I protested as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail. Fiona was heavily made-up and she was wearing the worst clothes Ginger Spice would ever wear. Orange sequins and pink tinsel!
"When Rocco sees me dressed so cheap he wouldn't want me anymore," Fiona said as she fluffed out her curls. I frowned; something was nagging me. Fiona's plan has some kind of loophole but I just couldn't place my finger on it.
Then it hit me. Fergus said Rocco was a downtown boy living in Hockley. And Fiona had us dressed like whores. Wouldn't that be what Rocco wanted? I said to Fiona.
Fiona put the hairbrush down. "You're right! Now what? He says he'll be waiting at the mall at eight and it's seven-thirty now," she turned to stare at me.
"Dress like you used to. Shirts and long skirts, plaits and the most bitchiest, most self-opinionated expression and attitude. I'll join you too," I replied, pulled out a couple of vile preppy shirts from Fiona's dresser.
Fifteen minutes later, two of the nerdiest girls in the planet stood before the mirror.
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"There he is, that black haired one. Okay Fergus, you can stop the car here," Fiona whispered as she looked out of the window. We got out of the car. I prayed that I wouldn't meet anyone from Rancho Carne.
"Rocco Colona! Fancy meeting you here!" Fiona said to the really cute boy with a really sarcastic and accented voice. Rocco scowled and grabbed Fiona's arm.
"Ritornato con me a Londra," he said angrily. Fiona pulled her arm away from him and turned to me with the best bitch-face I have ever seen.
"Really, what are you saying?" she asked in a mocking voice. Rocco's face turned dark as a thundercloud.
"Do not lie to me, Fiona. Ritornato with me to London. I shall not abuse you again," his voice was raised by several decibels. Fiona ignored what he said.
"Did you beg for your airfare ticket? Sell your body?" she mocked, laughing like a hyena, laughing carelessly. Rocco's face turned dark with humiliation and hatred. He pulled a thin gold chain out of his shirt and yanked it off. Grabbing Fiona's hand, he put the chain into her palm. All the anger drained from his face and was replaced with disappointment and infinite sadness.
"Mai non cambierete," he whispered before walking away to a waiting pizza truck. Fiona was silent and she was staring at the chain. Although I did not understand much Italian, I knew what he meant.
You shall never change.
Fiona cried all the way home.
Chapter Seven
Bring It On: Whitney
The first thing I heard when I woke up next morning was Fiona yelling into her mobile phone. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, wondering why I wasn't in my bed and on the couch in the den. Then I remembered that Fergus had invaded my bedroom and Fiona and I had to migrate. So we ended up eating leftover popcorn and watching midnight soaps in the den.
"Rocco Colona! It's over between us. You called me a bitch first and I shall never, ever forgive you!" she screamed before dashing her phone on the ground and stomping on it. Then she sat down in a cloud of tears and began howling. Mom flew into the den with a scared expression.
"Fiona! What has happened?" she cried as she ran to Fiona's side. Fiona was rolling around on the ground and I thought it was pretty amusing and very immature of her, since she was eighteen years old and a cheerleader.
"R-Rocco! He says that...that he wants me t-to go back to L-London. That he misses me and wants me b-back!" she said between anguished sobs. "What a cad! I'll never t-take him back. Then he-he says t-that he will f-find me and bring me b-back to London!"
I agreed with her. This Rocco was certainly a cad. Then she began screaming, "HE IS NOW IN SAN DIEGO!!!"
Now what?
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"Fiona, this plan is so wrong. Look, orange lipstick doesn't go with your skin," I protested as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail. Fiona was heavily made-up and she was wearing the worst clothes Ginger Spice would ever wear. Orange sequins and pink tinsel!
"When Rocco sees me dressed so cheap he wouldn't want me anymore," Fiona said as she fluffed out her curls. I frowned; something was nagging me. Fiona's plan has some kind of loophole but I just couldn't place my finger on it.
Then it hit me. Fergus said Rocco was a downtown boy living in Hockley. And Fiona had us dressed like whores. Wouldn't that be what Rocco wanted? I said to Fiona.
Fiona put the hairbrush down. "You're right! Now what? He says he'll be waiting at the mall at eight and it's seven-thirty now," she turned to stare at me.
"Dress like you used to. Shirts and long skirts, plaits and the most bitchiest, most self-opinionated expression and attitude. I'll join you too," I replied, pulled out a couple of vile preppy shirts from Fiona's dresser.
Fifteen minutes later, two of the nerdiest girls in the planet stood before the mirror.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
"There he is, that black haired one. Okay Fergus, you can stop the car here," Fiona whispered as she looked out of the window. We got out of the car. I prayed that I wouldn't meet anyone from Rancho Carne.
"Rocco Colona! Fancy meeting you here!" Fiona said to the really cute boy with a really sarcastic and accented voice. Rocco scowled and grabbed Fiona's arm.
"Ritornato con me a Londra," he said angrily. Fiona pulled her arm away from him and turned to me with the best bitch-face I have ever seen.
"Really, what are you saying?" she asked in a mocking voice. Rocco's face turned dark as a thundercloud.
"Do not lie to me, Fiona. Ritornato with me to London. I shall not abuse you again," his voice was raised by several decibels. Fiona ignored what he said.
"Did you beg for your airfare ticket? Sell your body?" she mocked, laughing like a hyena, laughing carelessly. Rocco's face turned dark with humiliation and hatred. He pulled a thin gold chain out of his shirt and yanked it off. Grabbing Fiona's hand, he put the chain into her palm. All the anger drained from his face and was replaced with disappointment and infinite sadness.
"Mai non cambierete," he whispered before walking away to a waiting pizza truck. Fiona was silent and she was staring at the chain. Although I did not understand much Italian, I knew what he meant.
You shall never change.
Fiona cried all the way home.