Disclaimer: I don't own sweep. And apparently :: pouts:: I only have JOINT
custody of Hunter! Oh, well, I'll deal.
Author's note: Hehehe, I'm granting somebody's wish! A NEW BLOOD WITCH! WEE!!! And I just realized I put down this story as humor, but it's not very humorous! I'll try harder, go, read…that's all I have to say.
The week passed quickly, and yet slowly. Sam avoided Morgan, and she had a feeling, Morgan was avoiding her too.
It's been three days so far. I want to talk to Morgan, but I just can't. Oh Goddess give me strength! Hunter is apparently on a "need to know" basis with me. It's not like I did anything wrong. I don't understand why I'm being punished! I called Julia though; she's sending my trunk, well, Morgan's trunk. Maybe if I give it to Morgan, she'll talk to me again. Who knows, it could be a "bonding" thing, or something? I don't know. It's like the world is swirling all around but I'm just standing still. I know that every hardship in life comes with a lesson, but you know the only thing I'VE learned?!? SILENCE SUCKS!
~ Sam
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEEEEEE!! Sam slapped the alarm clock onto the floor and in doing so, the momentum carried her strait out of bed. And on to the floor. In one fell swoop she had managed to break her alarm clock and knock herself out of bed.
"Great. Morning. Beautiful, dandy, just ABSOLUTLY PERFECT!" Sam muttered to herself as she walked groggily towards the bathroom.
As she was brushing her teeth, Hunter called to her from downstairs; he had now adjusted to the new time-schedule. "Sam. School!" was all he called up the stairs.
"Magnificent." She sneered as she walked towards the stairs, "Not even a good morning. Today's just going to be great."
In history though, Sam's bad mood didn't stick out as badly as it did in other classes. She and Lauren, in the short time they had spent conspiring together, had managed to gain reputations, at least in history, as the "sarcastical ones" and it was fine with them. Everyone knew they were really nice, and besides, they never criticized any of the girls, just the boys, and everyone could completely condone THAT.
" You would think that the ease with which we out wit them would make this less appealing." Lauren said laughing.
"Yah, you would THINK that." Sam said, smiling in return.
Just then, a boy who sat next to the two of them, and who, in all fairness, was quite pompous piped in, " Do you two rig it so you PMS on the same week?" Looking quite full of himself, and receiving approving grunts from the other resident males, he turned to look for a sign of aggravation from his handy-work.
" Why yes. Yes we do." Sam retaliated, looking quite calm; she was ready for this challenge. " Do you have a problem with that? Because I could tell you to write your congressman, but we don't seem to have any crayons…" she continued, a wry smile slowly creeping over her face. It was perfect, down to the last millisecond of the " You started it and I wiped you up!" stare. God, this was an art!
Momentarily letting a stultified glaze roll over his face, he sat there, not knowing what to say next. "Well…um, you two are really bitchy when your PMS-ing!" He said, trying to retaliate.
"Oh, honey," Lauren cooed sarcastically, her eyes smiling with enthusiasm, " You think THIS is bitchy? Darling, you ain't seen 'nuthin' yet!"
Now he was getting angry, here were two girls besting him at a battle of wits! " You're so stupid!" Was all he could manage, not out of anger, he was just out of comebacks.
" Really?" Sam questioned him, raising one eye-brow, giving a little laugh, " Not the brightest crayon in the box, now are we? " Sam asked, loving every minute of it.
Looking at him, she had obviously won, he turned back around, and Sam looked at Lauren.
" I've forgotten, am I the good twin, or the bad one?" She asked laughing.
'I don't think we have a GOOD twin Sam, " Lauren said, enjoying knocking him off his pedestal just as much as Sam.
"Whelp." Sam said with a satisfied grin, " Chaos, panic, and disorder- my work here is done. "
Laughing as the bell rang, they gathered their books and headed towards the door.
"No hard feelings?" Sam asked him across the column of desks.
" No. I guess not. I'll get you tomorrow though." He said, a small smile creeping onto his face.
Sam was feeling much better. Now maybe she could stand being in the house with "mister silence".
Author's note: Hehehe, I'm granting somebody's wish! A NEW BLOOD WITCH! WEE!!! And I just realized I put down this story as humor, but it's not very humorous! I'll try harder, go, read…that's all I have to say.
The week passed quickly, and yet slowly. Sam avoided Morgan, and she had a feeling, Morgan was avoiding her too.
It's been three days so far. I want to talk to Morgan, but I just can't. Oh Goddess give me strength! Hunter is apparently on a "need to know" basis with me. It's not like I did anything wrong. I don't understand why I'm being punished! I called Julia though; she's sending my trunk, well, Morgan's trunk. Maybe if I give it to Morgan, she'll talk to me again. Who knows, it could be a "bonding" thing, or something? I don't know. It's like the world is swirling all around but I'm just standing still. I know that every hardship in life comes with a lesson, but you know the only thing I'VE learned?!? SILENCE SUCKS!
~ Sam
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEEEEEE!! Sam slapped the alarm clock onto the floor and in doing so, the momentum carried her strait out of bed. And on to the floor. In one fell swoop she had managed to break her alarm clock and knock herself out of bed.
"Great. Morning. Beautiful, dandy, just ABSOLUTLY PERFECT!" Sam muttered to herself as she walked groggily towards the bathroom.
As she was brushing her teeth, Hunter called to her from downstairs; he had now adjusted to the new time-schedule. "Sam. School!" was all he called up the stairs.
"Magnificent." She sneered as she walked towards the stairs, "Not even a good morning. Today's just going to be great."
In history though, Sam's bad mood didn't stick out as badly as it did in other classes. She and Lauren, in the short time they had spent conspiring together, had managed to gain reputations, at least in history, as the "sarcastical ones" and it was fine with them. Everyone knew they were really nice, and besides, they never criticized any of the girls, just the boys, and everyone could completely condone THAT.
" You would think that the ease with which we out wit them would make this less appealing." Lauren said laughing.
"Yah, you would THINK that." Sam said, smiling in return.
Just then, a boy who sat next to the two of them, and who, in all fairness, was quite pompous piped in, " Do you two rig it so you PMS on the same week?" Looking quite full of himself, and receiving approving grunts from the other resident males, he turned to look for a sign of aggravation from his handy-work.
" Why yes. Yes we do." Sam retaliated, looking quite calm; she was ready for this challenge. " Do you have a problem with that? Because I could tell you to write your congressman, but we don't seem to have any crayons…" she continued, a wry smile slowly creeping over her face. It was perfect, down to the last millisecond of the " You started it and I wiped you up!" stare. God, this was an art!
Momentarily letting a stultified glaze roll over his face, he sat there, not knowing what to say next. "Well…um, you two are really bitchy when your PMS-ing!" He said, trying to retaliate.
"Oh, honey," Lauren cooed sarcastically, her eyes smiling with enthusiasm, " You think THIS is bitchy? Darling, you ain't seen 'nuthin' yet!"
Now he was getting angry, here were two girls besting him at a battle of wits! " You're so stupid!" Was all he could manage, not out of anger, he was just out of comebacks.
" Really?" Sam questioned him, raising one eye-brow, giving a little laugh, " Not the brightest crayon in the box, now are we? " Sam asked, loving every minute of it.
Looking at him, she had obviously won, he turned back around, and Sam looked at Lauren.
" I've forgotten, am I the good twin, or the bad one?" She asked laughing.
'I don't think we have a GOOD twin Sam, " Lauren said, enjoying knocking him off his pedestal just as much as Sam.
"Whelp." Sam said with a satisfied grin, " Chaos, panic, and disorder- my work here is done. "
Laughing as the bell rang, they gathered their books and headed towards the door.
"No hard feelings?" Sam asked him across the column of desks.
" No. I guess not. I'll get you tomorrow though." He said, a small smile creeping onto his face.
Sam was feeling much better. Now maybe she could stand being in the house with "mister silence".