Marissa/Eliza
Chapter one: Dumb Blondes and other major mishaps
A/N: I got the idea for this at 12:30 AM one weekend, and it won't leave me alone! So here it goes.
Quick details: Marissa will start it, Liz will end each chapter, k? Suggestions (in the form of reviews) will help!
Disclaimer: I own all characters in this chapter.
Marissa's POV
I raced down the hall of the school, with bare seconds left to get to science. Why is there only five minutes to get to class, you can't dodge (deleted) AND go half way across the school in that much time, I thought angrily. The "cool" crowd, excepting my twin, Eliza, and her friend Marianna, thought annoying the loner was FUN! This is proof that being spoiled can damage you brain. I dashed in the classroom, ignoring the glares of Crystin, the ex-head cheerleader. I glared back, and sat down next to my lab partner and twin, Elizabeth Charcoal, Eliza for short.
Most people wouldn't even realize that we're related, much less twins, because we are so different, and we are called fraternal twins.
Here is some statistics: Hair: Me (Marissa) Dark brown curls cut to my shoulders.
Eliza: Waist length blonde waves. Eyes: The only thing we have in common, they are a dark jade green with no specks, just metallic rims. Height: Me: 5'10, I'm the taller twin, also one of the tallest kids in the eighth grade.
Eliza: 5' 0" she is the shortest girl in the grade.
Favorite CD: Me: Alanis Morissette's Jagged Little Pill
Eliza: Celine Dion's A New Day Favorite Book: Me: Mysteries, especially Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes
Eliza: Any fantasy
Best Friend (aside from each other, at times):
Me: Melinda Cassiopa (my only other friend)
Eliza: Marianna Sanchez (sweet, but not all there) Nicknames: Me: Miss Practical, not going to mention other ones Eliza: Eternal Optimist, Pixie So you see how different we are? Anyway, the worst/weirdest science class of my life was about to begin.
Eliza's POV
"All right class, we are starting the BIG lab today, and we will be working in groups of five." Miss Dawson began.
"What do you think the Frizz will make us do?" Marissa asked me, using a short version of Miss Frizzle, our science teacher's nickname. She has frizzy red hair and the weirdest outfits, and was intense about science.
"We'll see," I whispered back, "It'll probably be cool."
Marissa muttered something about optimists and blondes. I sighed.
"We will be experimenting with different chemicals today," the teacher continued. "The groups are this Emily, Crystin, Karen, Allison, Madison." We waited patiently for our group. "Marissa, Elizabeth, Melinda, Mariana, and. Salina." Marissa tensed up.
"Oh, no." Marisa was upset for good reasons. Salina did not like Melinda and Marissa because they broke up a cheating ring for the school paper, and Salina and Crystin were in it, and got kicked off the cheerleading team. I replaced Crystin as head cheerleader, too. Also, Salina was NOT good at science. She once mixed chemicals that caused an explosion. She, in Marissa's words, "is a textbook example of severe dumb blonde."
We moved to Melinda's table warily.
"Let's get this over with," Salina said wearily. Melinda set up the tubes. I read the directions. We finished, miraculously, with no mishaps, and several minutes left.
"Hey," Salina said happily, "We have a couple minutes left, and extra test tubes, why don't we try some other combinations?"
"I don't know," Marissa said warily.
"Yeah, let's study for the Math test tomorrow," Melinda said nervously.
Salina didn't listen, she reached for two silver canisters. One read liquid manganese, the other liquid titanium. I gulped.
"The Frizz will kill us if she sees you doing that! That was the first thing she told us NOT to do!" I whispered urgently.
"So?" she said wickedly. She poured in three drops of the titanium. The world rippled and faded. The last thing I heard was the Frizz.
"I specifically said DO NOT MIX UP AN ALLOY OF TITANIUM AND MAGANESE!"
A/N: Do you like it? Please tell me in a review. I will try for a chapter a week, but I have other stories I have to write, so maybe every other week. We'll see. This only took a half hour to write.
A/N: I got the idea for this at 12:30 AM one weekend, and it won't leave me alone! So here it goes.
Quick details: Marissa will start it, Liz will end each chapter, k? Suggestions (in the form of reviews) will help!
Disclaimer: I own all characters in this chapter.
Marissa's POV
I raced down the hall of the school, with bare seconds left to get to science. Why is there only five minutes to get to class, you can't dodge (deleted) AND go half way across the school in that much time, I thought angrily. The "cool" crowd, excepting my twin, Eliza, and her friend Marianna, thought annoying the loner was FUN! This is proof that being spoiled can damage you brain. I dashed in the classroom, ignoring the glares of Crystin, the ex-head cheerleader. I glared back, and sat down next to my lab partner and twin, Elizabeth Charcoal, Eliza for short.
Most people wouldn't even realize that we're related, much less twins, because we are so different, and we are called fraternal twins.
Here is some statistics: Hair: Me (Marissa) Dark brown curls cut to my shoulders.
Eliza: Waist length blonde waves. Eyes: The only thing we have in common, they are a dark jade green with no specks, just metallic rims. Height: Me: 5'10, I'm the taller twin, also one of the tallest kids in the eighth grade.
Eliza: 5' 0" she is the shortest girl in the grade.
Favorite CD: Me: Alanis Morissette's Jagged Little Pill
Eliza: Celine Dion's A New Day Favorite Book: Me: Mysteries, especially Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes
Eliza: Any fantasy
Best Friend (aside from each other, at times):
Me: Melinda Cassiopa (my only other friend)
Eliza: Marianna Sanchez (sweet, but not all there) Nicknames: Me: Miss Practical, not going to mention other ones Eliza: Eternal Optimist, Pixie So you see how different we are? Anyway, the worst/weirdest science class of my life was about to begin.
Eliza's POV
"All right class, we are starting the BIG lab today, and we will be working in groups of five." Miss Dawson began.
"What do you think the Frizz will make us do?" Marissa asked me, using a short version of Miss Frizzle, our science teacher's nickname. She has frizzy red hair and the weirdest outfits, and was intense about science.
"We'll see," I whispered back, "It'll probably be cool."
Marissa muttered something about optimists and blondes. I sighed.
"We will be experimenting with different chemicals today," the teacher continued. "The groups are this Emily, Crystin, Karen, Allison, Madison." We waited patiently for our group. "Marissa, Elizabeth, Melinda, Mariana, and. Salina." Marissa tensed up.
"Oh, no." Marisa was upset for good reasons. Salina did not like Melinda and Marissa because they broke up a cheating ring for the school paper, and Salina and Crystin were in it, and got kicked off the cheerleading team. I replaced Crystin as head cheerleader, too. Also, Salina was NOT good at science. She once mixed chemicals that caused an explosion. She, in Marissa's words, "is a textbook example of severe dumb blonde."
We moved to Melinda's table warily.
"Let's get this over with," Salina said wearily. Melinda set up the tubes. I read the directions. We finished, miraculously, with no mishaps, and several minutes left.
"Hey," Salina said happily, "We have a couple minutes left, and extra test tubes, why don't we try some other combinations?"
"I don't know," Marissa said warily.
"Yeah, let's study for the Math test tomorrow," Melinda said nervously.
Salina didn't listen, she reached for two silver canisters. One read liquid manganese, the other liquid titanium. I gulped.
"The Frizz will kill us if she sees you doing that! That was the first thing she told us NOT to do!" I whispered urgently.
"So?" she said wickedly. She poured in three drops of the titanium. The world rippled and faded. The last thing I heard was the Frizz.
"I specifically said DO NOT MIX UP AN ALLOY OF TITANIUM AND MAGANESE!"
A/N: Do you like it? Please tell me in a review. I will try for a chapter a week, but I have other stories I have to write, so maybe every other week. We'll see. This only took a half hour to write.