A/N: For those that don't know, this fic starts a day or two before
the movie. This means no Patrick, no Cameron, no Joey, no Michael, and
only briefly Chastity and Mandella. Sorry. But don't worry. It all works
out. Fate loves things to turn out right, and no matter how you twist
things, she always finds a way to do what she wants. : )
A/A (author's apology): I haven't updated for awhile cuz I was outta the country over the Easter holidays. And for spelling mistakes. Not enough time to correct them
Bianca smiled. "Thank goodness! Twenty miles ago, I realised that my shoes don't match my top."
Kat looked over at her superficial sister. She hated when Bianca acted like this. "No one can see your shoes."
"So? If I had to go somewhere, someone could SEE me."
"Whatever."
"Well, at least now I can finally change tops!" Bianca nearly bounced out of the car.
"Not shoes?"
"Uh, noo! These shoes are WAY too cool for that. I bought them just for the first day of school here." As she watched Kat get out of the car, she sighed and gave Kat a cross between hopeful and pathetic look. "Hey, Kat, I know I'm a pain sometimes, but…"
Before she could finish the sentence, however, a lazy voice interupted her. "Dang, Sharon, your ex musta been really ugly. Look what trash he made." Both Kat and Bianca's heads whipped around. A girl wandered out from the darkness of the garage to the outside light. She opened her diet coke and took a long slug of it.
"Ella!" Their mother cried. "If you don't have anything nice to say-"
"Say it when they are outta earshot." She intterupted.
"Your grounded, young lady." Sahron demanded.
"Whatever." She started to go back into the garage when she scaned Bianca and Kat up and down one more time. She snickered, and commented. "No wonder you left him."
Bianca couldn't take this. "You B***H!" She screamed. Bianca ran up the stairs, and into the house. When she realized that the couldn't just run up to the second story and down to the end of the hall to her bedroom on the right, she ran around the house until she found a phone. She didn't care that it was long distance. She fully intended to spend the rest of the day saying "OMG" to Chastity.
Ella didn't care. She heard the door slam, and she heard the telephone being dialed, and she heard her new-found stepsister babble. If she needed, she could listen in, but that could wait until later. Every day she got this, and every day, she responded with about 12 non-coherent cuss words… if she was in a good mood. She tall, long, black-haired, blue-eyed junior gave up caring twenty minutes earlier, when Jared broke up with her for cheating on him. Luckily Jared didn't know that she and Alex had more than just 'held-hands' at the movies. God, that was so elementry. No, she and Alex had been together for the past two months, though doing nothing worse than some completely innocent making out. That wasn't as bad as when she was cheating on Bruce for Jared. Bruce was an idiot. Jared was only a moron * that's 50 I.Q. points difference *. He had actually belived Ella's pitiful, fake whimper when he yelled at her.
It didn't matter. If she really wanted Jared, she could have had him. Any guy. She realised this about 20 minutes ago, when she heard the "I-am- willing-to-forgive-you" tone of his voice. With that tone, she had risen to Queen of Boys.
Her game had just begun, and being nice was for those that didn't. And as for her two step-sisters? She had no reason to be nice to them. She had enough adoring slaves.
* * *
It took all weekend to unpack, arrange, re-arrange, and get settled. Sunday night, the night before the Stratford sisters had to begin again at Carter High School, Bianca found herself on the top stair of her front porch, dreading the next day. The door behind her opened, and soon Kat was sitting beside her, both drinking some iced tea. "I'm, like, sooooooo dreading tomorrow, Kat. What if nobody likes me?" Her face paled as she thought of the most horrific thing that could happen. "OhmiGod! What if I have to sit alone at lunch like some dork?" Bianca moaned. "That would be awful."
Kat smiled and shook her head. Miss Popularity? Sit alone at lunch? That would be the day. "you shouldn't care so much what other people think. You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know."
Bianca, who wasn't expecting a Kat Lecture, was momentarily taken aback. She snapped. "I happen to like being adored, thank you." Then she shook her head, to clear her thoughts.
"Déjà vu." The girls said as one. Kat looked uncertianly at her younger sister. "Let's go inside." Bianca didn't argue.
* * *
Kat groaned as she walked out of her room. "Am I doomed to stare at this for the rest of my life?" She was referring to Ella's bedroom door, which was covered in modeling shots and magazine advertizements. The sight wanted to make Kat throw up. She nearly considered ripping them down, except that she didn't really feel as though she actually lived in the house yet. Instead she went to the end of the hall, washed her face, and returned to her bedroom to get dressed for school.
When she came down for breakfast, Kat offered to Bianca, who was finishing up, "Need a ride to school?"
Bianca breifly imagined Kat's rust-brown and white sedan, and stopping at a red light while a bunch of potential friends drive up in a yellow jeep. She could imagine them staring, and turning away in disgust and fear. Oh, Bianca DID NOT want that. 'No thanks. I'll pass."
Kat rolled her eyes and grabbed a piece of fruit from a bowl on the table. "I'm leaving in ten minutes. If anyone cares, tell them."
But Bianca had to catch the bus. 'Sorry, you'll have to tell them yourself. She picked up her backpack and purse, heading out the door.
* * *
Bianca dodged the shallow puddles that littered the road from the night before's rain. The dampness slightly annoyed her bacause she didn't want to get her new bamboo-syle sandaled heels wet. They had cost a small fortune. Her dress, mixed colors of a sunset, matched wonderfully. Bianca was positive she would look perfect. From behind, she heard the sound of an engine.
The red viper slowly drove next to her. Inwardly, Bianca groaned when she saw who was inside. Ella called to her. "Bianca!'
Bianca sighed and pursed her lips for a second. "Look, Ella, if you're showing off your car I don't care." When she didn't drive away, Bianca kept walking, and Ella slowly drove next to her, like a stalker. "Ella, go away."
But Ella followed Bianca to the bus stop, and then turned around and drove to the end of their cul-de-sac. Ella started to race back up to where Bianca stood, waiting for the school bus.
For a brief minute, Bianca thought Ella was going to hit her. She realized too late that there was a gigantic muddy puddle right in front of the bus stop.
Ella however knew that, and after drenching her step-sister, drove off laughing.
Kat saw the whole thing. She drove up to her soaking sister, as the bus passed the stop, without Bianca. "I'm still offering the ride, if you hurry up and change." Kat smiled sympathetically at Bianca.
"Thanks, Kat." Bianca said softly and greatfully.
They were still sisters, and sisters get mad at eachother. But now they were more- they were a team. Against Ella.
A/A (author's apology): I haven't updated for awhile cuz I was outta the country over the Easter holidays. And for spelling mistakes. Not enough time to correct them
Bianca smiled. "Thank goodness! Twenty miles ago, I realised that my shoes don't match my top."
Kat looked over at her superficial sister. She hated when Bianca acted like this. "No one can see your shoes."
"So? If I had to go somewhere, someone could SEE me."
"Whatever."
"Well, at least now I can finally change tops!" Bianca nearly bounced out of the car.
"Not shoes?"
"Uh, noo! These shoes are WAY too cool for that. I bought them just for the first day of school here." As she watched Kat get out of the car, she sighed and gave Kat a cross between hopeful and pathetic look. "Hey, Kat, I know I'm a pain sometimes, but…"
Before she could finish the sentence, however, a lazy voice interupted her. "Dang, Sharon, your ex musta been really ugly. Look what trash he made." Both Kat and Bianca's heads whipped around. A girl wandered out from the darkness of the garage to the outside light. She opened her diet coke and took a long slug of it.
"Ella!" Their mother cried. "If you don't have anything nice to say-"
"Say it when they are outta earshot." She intterupted.
"Your grounded, young lady." Sahron demanded.
"Whatever." She started to go back into the garage when she scaned Bianca and Kat up and down one more time. She snickered, and commented. "No wonder you left him."
Bianca couldn't take this. "You B***H!" She screamed. Bianca ran up the stairs, and into the house. When she realized that the couldn't just run up to the second story and down to the end of the hall to her bedroom on the right, she ran around the house until she found a phone. She didn't care that it was long distance. She fully intended to spend the rest of the day saying "OMG" to Chastity.
Ella didn't care. She heard the door slam, and she heard the telephone being dialed, and she heard her new-found stepsister babble. If she needed, she could listen in, but that could wait until later. Every day she got this, and every day, she responded with about 12 non-coherent cuss words… if she was in a good mood. She tall, long, black-haired, blue-eyed junior gave up caring twenty minutes earlier, when Jared broke up with her for cheating on him. Luckily Jared didn't know that she and Alex had more than just 'held-hands' at the movies. God, that was so elementry. No, she and Alex had been together for the past two months, though doing nothing worse than some completely innocent making out. That wasn't as bad as when she was cheating on Bruce for Jared. Bruce was an idiot. Jared was only a moron * that's 50 I.Q. points difference *. He had actually belived Ella's pitiful, fake whimper when he yelled at her.
It didn't matter. If she really wanted Jared, she could have had him. Any guy. She realised this about 20 minutes ago, when she heard the "I-am- willing-to-forgive-you" tone of his voice. With that tone, she had risen to Queen of Boys.
Her game had just begun, and being nice was for those that didn't. And as for her two step-sisters? She had no reason to be nice to them. She had enough adoring slaves.
* * *
It took all weekend to unpack, arrange, re-arrange, and get settled. Sunday night, the night before the Stratford sisters had to begin again at Carter High School, Bianca found herself on the top stair of her front porch, dreading the next day. The door behind her opened, and soon Kat was sitting beside her, both drinking some iced tea. "I'm, like, sooooooo dreading tomorrow, Kat. What if nobody likes me?" Her face paled as she thought of the most horrific thing that could happen. "OhmiGod! What if I have to sit alone at lunch like some dork?" Bianca moaned. "That would be awful."
Kat smiled and shook her head. Miss Popularity? Sit alone at lunch? That would be the day. "you shouldn't care so much what other people think. You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know."
Bianca, who wasn't expecting a Kat Lecture, was momentarily taken aback. She snapped. "I happen to like being adored, thank you." Then she shook her head, to clear her thoughts.
"Déjà vu." The girls said as one. Kat looked uncertianly at her younger sister. "Let's go inside." Bianca didn't argue.
* * *
Kat groaned as she walked out of her room. "Am I doomed to stare at this for the rest of my life?" She was referring to Ella's bedroom door, which was covered in modeling shots and magazine advertizements. The sight wanted to make Kat throw up. She nearly considered ripping them down, except that she didn't really feel as though she actually lived in the house yet. Instead she went to the end of the hall, washed her face, and returned to her bedroom to get dressed for school.
When she came down for breakfast, Kat offered to Bianca, who was finishing up, "Need a ride to school?"
Bianca breifly imagined Kat's rust-brown and white sedan, and stopping at a red light while a bunch of potential friends drive up in a yellow jeep. She could imagine them staring, and turning away in disgust and fear. Oh, Bianca DID NOT want that. 'No thanks. I'll pass."
Kat rolled her eyes and grabbed a piece of fruit from a bowl on the table. "I'm leaving in ten minutes. If anyone cares, tell them."
But Bianca had to catch the bus. 'Sorry, you'll have to tell them yourself. She picked up her backpack and purse, heading out the door.
* * *
Bianca dodged the shallow puddles that littered the road from the night before's rain. The dampness slightly annoyed her bacause she didn't want to get her new bamboo-syle sandaled heels wet. They had cost a small fortune. Her dress, mixed colors of a sunset, matched wonderfully. Bianca was positive she would look perfect. From behind, she heard the sound of an engine.
The red viper slowly drove next to her. Inwardly, Bianca groaned when she saw who was inside. Ella called to her. "Bianca!'
Bianca sighed and pursed her lips for a second. "Look, Ella, if you're showing off your car I don't care." When she didn't drive away, Bianca kept walking, and Ella slowly drove next to her, like a stalker. "Ella, go away."
But Ella followed Bianca to the bus stop, and then turned around and drove to the end of their cul-de-sac. Ella started to race back up to where Bianca stood, waiting for the school bus.
For a brief minute, Bianca thought Ella was going to hit her. She realized too late that there was a gigantic muddy puddle right in front of the bus stop.
Ella however knew that, and after drenching her step-sister, drove off laughing.
Kat saw the whole thing. She drove up to her soaking sister, as the bus passed the stop, without Bianca. "I'm still offering the ride, if you hurry up and change." Kat smiled sympathetically at Bianca.
"Thanks, Kat." Bianca said softly and greatfully.
They were still sisters, and sisters get mad at eachother. But now they were more- they were a team. Against Ella.