Style laid back against the pillows on her bed. She was back in her
old bed at the Racer family home. She tossed the book she had just finished
into the floor next to her bed. She was so board. Her mother had gone
shopping and Speed had a race to go to. So that left her home alone with
strict orders not to get out of bed. The doctor had said that she needed to
stay in bed for one week. Style called it cruel and unusual punishment. She
knew that she hadn't been eating properly but making her stay in bed all
day was mean.
She heard the front door open and her mother walked into her bedroom. She had the only bedroom on the first floor of their house. Once when she was seven she was sleep walking and went tumbling down the stairs breaking her leg in two places. Rex had found her lying at the foot of the stairs sobbing around midnight. After that Pops had converted the den into a bedroom for her. They didn't want her to have any more accidents.
"Time to take your medicine dear," Mrs. Racer said as she sat down on the edge of Style's bed.
"Mama do I have to?" Style asked pleadingly. "I feel fine. I'm not sick anymore."
"Style Nicole Racer you are taking your medicine," Mrs. Racer said firmly. "It's your own fault that you're in this mess. Now take these pills before I have to force them down your throat like I did when you were little."
Style grumbled slightly and swallowed her pills quickly. "Couldn't the doctors have given me some of the liquid medicine? I hate taking pills."
"Well that's one way you and Speed are different," Mrs. Racer commented. "Speed hates all liquid medicine and prefers pills."
"Oh Mama Speedy and I are different in lots of ways," Style told her mother. "Fist of all we don't look anything alike. While Speed has fair skin brown hair and blue eyes, I have darker skin silver hair and brown eyes."
"One way you can tell that you're twins is how you can finish each other's sentences," Mrs. Racer said. "We could never tell what you two were saying because you would stop mid-sentence and Speed would start saying something else. Then when we asked you how you did that and you two said in unison "it's a twin thing." You two never ceased to amaze us."
"Hey Racer Girl we're back!" Speed shouted as he walked into the house.
"We're in here Speed," Mrs. Racer called to him.
"Oh Speedy you won!" Style exclaimed happily as her brother entered the room carrying his first place trophy.
"Well who did ya think would win?" Speed asked her.
"Anyone except a rookie like you," Style said jokingly.
"Now if I remember correctly I've been racing longer than you have," Speed told her. "So you're a rookie too."
"I never said I wasn't," Style said smugly. "I just said I didn't expect you to win."
"Style Racer I'm hurt," Speed said pretending to cry.
"Darling brother I love you very much, but NEVER, EVER go into acting," Style told him firmly. "You're really bad."
"Hey Racer Girl how are you feeling?" Sparky asked as he walked into the room.
"Like an invalid," Style told him. "I don't like staying in bed all day. It's so boring!"
"I'll carry you out into the living room tomorrow so that you can watch television," Speed offered. "I'd be happy to."
"Thank you big brother," Style said. "I love you."
"I love you too baby girl," Speed told her.
Style's smile disappeared as soon as the words "baby girl" left Speed's mouth. "I told you never to call me that again," Style said fiercely. "That was Rex's pet name for me." She wiped the hot tears that had been rolling down her cheeks away and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry Ty," Speed said apologetically. "I forgot."
"I know," Style whispered. "I know you are. "It's just so hard sometimes to think about him. The fact that he's gone hurts so much."
"Well it's not going to help for me to feel sorry for myself," Style said straitening her shoulders and tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"I'll go get you something for lunch dear," Mrs. Racer said as she stood up.
"I'll get it Mama," Style told her mother.
"Nice try dear," Mrs. Racer told her daughter. "But you have to stay in bed."
Style groaned and threw herself back into the pillows on her bed. "I'm going to forget how to use my legs if I don't get to go somewhere soon."
"I highly doubt that dear," Mrs. Racer said as she walked out of the room. "I highly doubt that."
A couple of hours later Sparky walked into Style's room to keep her company for a while. "Sparky will you put this in the window for me?" Style asked him as she handed him the piece of paper that she had been writing on.
"Help!" Sparky read aloud. "I'm being held captive in my own bedroom by my mother! Please send reinforcements. Ty you are a nut."
"I'm a nut who has seen nothing except the color blue for the past three days!" Style told him. "I want out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Maybe we should go call the people at the nice place with the padded walls again," Sparky said teasingly.
"NO!" Style cried. "The last time you and Speed tried that they almost wouldn't let me back out. Mamma and Pops had to come get me."
"That was pretty funny," Sparky said chuckling.
"No it wasn't!" Style told him. "That white jacket was itchy."
"What ever you say Racer Girl," Sparky said laughing so hard that he was holding his sides. "What ever you say."
She heard the front door open and her mother walked into her bedroom. She had the only bedroom on the first floor of their house. Once when she was seven she was sleep walking and went tumbling down the stairs breaking her leg in two places. Rex had found her lying at the foot of the stairs sobbing around midnight. After that Pops had converted the den into a bedroom for her. They didn't want her to have any more accidents.
"Time to take your medicine dear," Mrs. Racer said as she sat down on the edge of Style's bed.
"Mama do I have to?" Style asked pleadingly. "I feel fine. I'm not sick anymore."
"Style Nicole Racer you are taking your medicine," Mrs. Racer said firmly. "It's your own fault that you're in this mess. Now take these pills before I have to force them down your throat like I did when you were little."
Style grumbled slightly and swallowed her pills quickly. "Couldn't the doctors have given me some of the liquid medicine? I hate taking pills."
"Well that's one way you and Speed are different," Mrs. Racer commented. "Speed hates all liquid medicine and prefers pills."
"Oh Mama Speedy and I are different in lots of ways," Style told her mother. "Fist of all we don't look anything alike. While Speed has fair skin brown hair and blue eyes, I have darker skin silver hair and brown eyes."
"One way you can tell that you're twins is how you can finish each other's sentences," Mrs. Racer said. "We could never tell what you two were saying because you would stop mid-sentence and Speed would start saying something else. Then when we asked you how you did that and you two said in unison "it's a twin thing." You two never ceased to amaze us."
"Hey Racer Girl we're back!" Speed shouted as he walked into the house.
"We're in here Speed," Mrs. Racer called to him.
"Oh Speedy you won!" Style exclaimed happily as her brother entered the room carrying his first place trophy.
"Well who did ya think would win?" Speed asked her.
"Anyone except a rookie like you," Style said jokingly.
"Now if I remember correctly I've been racing longer than you have," Speed told her. "So you're a rookie too."
"I never said I wasn't," Style said smugly. "I just said I didn't expect you to win."
"Style Racer I'm hurt," Speed said pretending to cry.
"Darling brother I love you very much, but NEVER, EVER go into acting," Style told him firmly. "You're really bad."
"Hey Racer Girl how are you feeling?" Sparky asked as he walked into the room.
"Like an invalid," Style told him. "I don't like staying in bed all day. It's so boring!"
"I'll carry you out into the living room tomorrow so that you can watch television," Speed offered. "I'd be happy to."
"Thank you big brother," Style said. "I love you."
"I love you too baby girl," Speed told her.
Style's smile disappeared as soon as the words "baby girl" left Speed's mouth. "I told you never to call me that again," Style said fiercely. "That was Rex's pet name for me." She wiped the hot tears that had been rolling down her cheeks away and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry Ty," Speed said apologetically. "I forgot."
"I know," Style whispered. "I know you are. "It's just so hard sometimes to think about him. The fact that he's gone hurts so much."
"Well it's not going to help for me to feel sorry for myself," Style said straitening her shoulders and tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"I'll go get you something for lunch dear," Mrs. Racer said as she stood up.
"I'll get it Mama," Style told her mother.
"Nice try dear," Mrs. Racer told her daughter. "But you have to stay in bed."
Style groaned and threw herself back into the pillows on her bed. "I'm going to forget how to use my legs if I don't get to go somewhere soon."
"I highly doubt that dear," Mrs. Racer said as she walked out of the room. "I highly doubt that."
A couple of hours later Sparky walked into Style's room to keep her company for a while. "Sparky will you put this in the window for me?" Style asked him as she handed him the piece of paper that she had been writing on.
"Help!" Sparky read aloud. "I'm being held captive in my own bedroom by my mother! Please send reinforcements. Ty you are a nut."
"I'm a nut who has seen nothing except the color blue for the past three days!" Style told him. "I want out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Maybe we should go call the people at the nice place with the padded walls again," Sparky said teasingly.
"NO!" Style cried. "The last time you and Speed tried that they almost wouldn't let me back out. Mamma and Pops had to come get me."
"That was pretty funny," Sparky said chuckling.
"No it wasn't!" Style told him. "That white jacket was itchy."
"What ever you say Racer Girl," Sparky said laughing so hard that he was holding his sides. "What ever you say."