This is an Everwood fanfic written by me, kaze.
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
I might not be able to complete this fanfic but keep supporting me and maybe I will!
Thank you and enjoy the story!
Chapter 6
Wendy woke up the next morning to the annoying sound of a special alarm clock given to her as a gift from a good friend. She clicked the little button on the back of the clock as soon as she heard its annoying speech in the foreign language. After she clicked it, it continued to talk a little more and she got up and left the room.
She walked over to Aaron's room and shook him awake. "Get up Aaron! It's six o'clock! You told me to wake you up at six!" she yelled.
He mumbled in his sleep, "Wake me up in thirty minutes."
Wendy grumbled and went back to her room to see the alarm clock had stopped talking already. She opened the drawer that was in her room and began picking clothes for the day. She yawned as she walked to her bathroom and began her routine.
Thirty minutes later Wendy was out of the bathroom dirty clothes in hand and wearing fresh clothes. She ran downstairs to throw the clothes into a hamper next to the washing machine. After she did that, she ran upstairs and jumped onto Aaron's bed.
"Wake up An-ge!" she screamed cheerfully, "It's six thirty!"
He sprang up, "I thought I told you to wake me up at six!"
She laughed and pointed at him, "I did! But then you told me to wake you up in thirty minutes."
He cursed to himself, took a ten-minute shower and did everything he needed to do in the bathroom. Afterwards, he walked downstairs to the fresh aroma of...pizza?
"Leftovers An-ge. No food, remember?" Wendy looked at him skeptically.
"Right..." he said as if he remembered, "What time is it now?"
She looked at her watch, "Six fifty. Let's go then! Oh and I didn't get the time to write the list. So umm..." she thought for a second, "Just buy a bag of rice, eggs, salt, a chicken, some noodles, ginger," she looked around the kitchen, "And some pans or pots or a wok."
"Hold on! Wait a second! You think I can remember all this?" Aaron said with a displeased face.
"Fine," she exasperated, "Just get some ramen, chopsticks and a pot. I'll make a list during my hour of nothing."
Aaron grabbed his keys to his car and walked out of the door, "Okay that's easy to remember. Come on, let's go!"
Wendy grabbed her bag and ran towards the door. She locked it from the inside and ran outside. She slammed the door as she heard the beeping of Aaron's car. Wendy ran towards the car, opened the passenger seat and step inside, putting the seat belt on. Aaron started the car and drove off from the curb. It took about five minutes for Aaron to get to the school. Wendy and Aaron said their salutations and Wendy left the car.
There was barely anybody around. Wendy sighed dejectedly and walked towards the school. She went to the office. She received her locker and her roster. She looked at her classes. This school was very different from her old school in Philadelphia. Her old school was all about academics and gave you work that pushed you to your limits. Her classes were nothing compared to her old school. All she had was English 2, Geometry*, Algebra 2* as an elective, Chemistry, Spanish 3 and Dance. Usually, a sophomore would take Biology for a science course, but Wendy already took the class in her freshman year and was taking Chemistry before she wound up in Everwood. Dance was just a course she had to take since there wasn't any room for her in any other classes, but it didn't matter to Wendy since she like dancing. There wasn't really one special class just for dancing in her old school.
She had lunch fourth period, a little strange for her. Central High School, her school in Philadelphia, was overcrowded with smart students. Lunch periods ranged from first period to seventh period. A fourth period lunch seemed a little weird for Wendy since in freshman year, she had lunch sixth period, and in sophomore year she had it seventh period. So obviously, it was quite different.
She continued to review her schedule and walked around the school to get a feel of it. Looking at the classroom numbers, she could see a pattern in which the school was arranged. She figured out where each of her classes were and then searched for her locker. After a few minutes she opened her new locker. It was small compared to the lockers she shared in her old school but it would do. She closed the locker, not having any books to put in yet. She sealed it with a lock she dug from her school bag.
Wendy walked over to the library and sat down at an empty table. She took out her new composition book and a pencil. As if she suddenly remembered something, she snapped her fingers and dug in her book bag for a piece of paper. Finding one, she began to make a list of things that Aaron had to buy. It took her a few minutes to think of everything that they might need for a while.
After she finished her chore, she folded up the piece of paper and placed it safely in her book bag. She opened the composition book and began to write:
"Like in a dream
One is perceived
Like in a dream
One has believed
Like in a dream
All is not real
Like in a dream
All is taken
Like in a dream
Like in a dream."
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
I might not be able to complete this fanfic but keep supporting me and maybe I will!
Thank you and enjoy the story!
Chapter 6
Wendy woke up the next morning to the annoying sound of a special alarm clock given to her as a gift from a good friend. She clicked the little button on the back of the clock as soon as she heard its annoying speech in the foreign language. After she clicked it, it continued to talk a little more and she got up and left the room.
She walked over to Aaron's room and shook him awake. "Get up Aaron! It's six o'clock! You told me to wake you up at six!" she yelled.
He mumbled in his sleep, "Wake me up in thirty minutes."
Wendy grumbled and went back to her room to see the alarm clock had stopped talking already. She opened the drawer that was in her room and began picking clothes for the day. She yawned as she walked to her bathroom and began her routine.
Thirty minutes later Wendy was out of the bathroom dirty clothes in hand and wearing fresh clothes. She ran downstairs to throw the clothes into a hamper next to the washing machine. After she did that, she ran upstairs and jumped onto Aaron's bed.
"Wake up An-ge!" she screamed cheerfully, "It's six thirty!"
He sprang up, "I thought I told you to wake me up at six!"
She laughed and pointed at him, "I did! But then you told me to wake you up in thirty minutes."
He cursed to himself, took a ten-minute shower and did everything he needed to do in the bathroom. Afterwards, he walked downstairs to the fresh aroma of...pizza?
"Leftovers An-ge. No food, remember?" Wendy looked at him skeptically.
"Right..." he said as if he remembered, "What time is it now?"
She looked at her watch, "Six fifty. Let's go then! Oh and I didn't get the time to write the list. So umm..." she thought for a second, "Just buy a bag of rice, eggs, salt, a chicken, some noodles, ginger," she looked around the kitchen, "And some pans or pots or a wok."
"Hold on! Wait a second! You think I can remember all this?" Aaron said with a displeased face.
"Fine," she exasperated, "Just get some ramen, chopsticks and a pot. I'll make a list during my hour of nothing."
Aaron grabbed his keys to his car and walked out of the door, "Okay that's easy to remember. Come on, let's go!"
Wendy grabbed her bag and ran towards the door. She locked it from the inside and ran outside. She slammed the door as she heard the beeping of Aaron's car. Wendy ran towards the car, opened the passenger seat and step inside, putting the seat belt on. Aaron started the car and drove off from the curb. It took about five minutes for Aaron to get to the school. Wendy and Aaron said their salutations and Wendy left the car.
There was barely anybody around. Wendy sighed dejectedly and walked towards the school. She went to the office. She received her locker and her roster. She looked at her classes. This school was very different from her old school in Philadelphia. Her old school was all about academics and gave you work that pushed you to your limits. Her classes were nothing compared to her old school. All she had was English 2, Geometry*, Algebra 2* as an elective, Chemistry, Spanish 3 and Dance. Usually, a sophomore would take Biology for a science course, but Wendy already took the class in her freshman year and was taking Chemistry before she wound up in Everwood. Dance was just a course she had to take since there wasn't any room for her in any other classes, but it didn't matter to Wendy since she like dancing. There wasn't really one special class just for dancing in her old school.
She had lunch fourth period, a little strange for her. Central High School, her school in Philadelphia, was overcrowded with smart students. Lunch periods ranged from first period to seventh period. A fourth period lunch seemed a little weird for Wendy since in freshman year, she had lunch sixth period, and in sophomore year she had it seventh period. So obviously, it was quite different.
She continued to review her schedule and walked around the school to get a feel of it. Looking at the classroom numbers, she could see a pattern in which the school was arranged. She figured out where each of her classes were and then searched for her locker. After a few minutes she opened her new locker. It was small compared to the lockers she shared in her old school but it would do. She closed the locker, not having any books to put in yet. She sealed it with a lock she dug from her school bag.
Wendy walked over to the library and sat down at an empty table. She took out her new composition book and a pencil. As if she suddenly remembered something, she snapped her fingers and dug in her book bag for a piece of paper. Finding one, she began to make a list of things that Aaron had to buy. It took her a few minutes to think of everything that they might need for a while.
After she finished her chore, she folded up the piece of paper and placed it safely in her book bag. She opened the composition book and began to write:
"Like in a dream
One is perceived
Like in a dream
One has believed
Like in a dream
All is not real
Like in a dream
All is taken
Like in a dream
Like in a dream."