Wee! Haha! I've got two reviews on my first day! I'm so happy! So, to
honour and thank them, I'm continuing with my story fast!
Thanks to the following reviewers:
To: Korean Pearl
Thanks you for review... for reviewing so fast, I mean! *gives Tobias figure*
To: kaz456
Thank you too! *gives Jake figure*
To: Darkness-fire
Thank you for reviewing ALL my stories. *gives smiley faced guy's (prince of tennis) figure* (Hehe, sorry, I forgot what his name was... tell me again?)
Ok, hope all of you like the thank you gifts!
On with the story!
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~RACHEL~
"Rachel, are you home FINALLY?" her shrill voice rang out throughout the house.
Empty echoes.
I ignored her.
Slamming the old oak door, I slouched up five fancy flights of stairs to my room.
A dusty room, full of familiar smells. The smell of turpentine, paint and old stuff.
Comforting.
The attic.
I'd moved here recently, about a month ago. Here being this fancy six- storey mansion.
I'd hated it before I even set my disapproving eyes on it. And 'disapproving' was putting it nicely.
I had a million other word to scold it. 'Stupid' and 'disgusting' among others.
The words 'Rachel' and 'fancy' didn't go together. They didn't make sense. Verb disagreement.
Which made my life increasingly difficult as here, everything was fancy. The school, Blakenfield High, was a fancy high-class school with stupid, simpering stuck up people. The mansion was huge and fancy, with stupid, simpering stuck up servants, and might I add mindless. The neighbourhood was fancy and high-class with stupid, simpering stuck up neighbours.
I was surrounded by stupid simpering people.
Great.
"Rachel?" Her again. "Rachel, are you PURPOSELY ignoring me?"
"Bingo." I muttered.
She pounded on the door. "Rachel, I need to speak to you. Rachel- is the door stuck? Don't worry, I'll call your daddykins." The dialing of her handphone.
"Herald, the door to Rachel's room is stuck, can you- oh... Oh, all right, I'll ask her... bye, have a nice day, darling... Muah!"
I shut my eyes to shut the disgusting kissing sounds made on the phone. How someone can kiss in real live is beyond me. Let alone how to kiss properly on the phone.
"Rachel, your door isn't stuck, is it?"
Bingo.
"Rachel, is your door locked?"
Bingo again.
"Rachel, are you purposely shutting me out?"
Bingo. How smart of her.
"Rachel, how can you do that? I'm your mother."
So she wasn't that smart after all.
"No, you're not my mother. You don't look like her, smell like her or behave like her. You're an imposter." I whispered, pummeling my pillow. How I wish that were my father's face.
No, how I wish that were HER face. That way I could disfigure it totally. Maybe that'd make father leave her.
Haha. Joke. He'd never leave her. He's so obviously smitten by her... ugh...
She was pounding on the door now. I don't know how long it'll last.
I pity the door.
Sighing, I pulled the latch and as she gave one final push, the door swung open and she stumbled in. Nearly hitting her head on the shelf.
I wish.
"Ah, Rachel. Won't you give your mother a hug?" Batting her eye lashes at me.
I would if she were alive you witch. I glared at her darkly.
She seemed to be waiting for me to do something, so I did.
"No."
Disappointed, she sat down on my bed. I stood up. No way was I going to sit on the same space as her. No way. Perish the thought.
"Well, anyway, I heard from Katie's mother that there was to be a party at Laura's house tonight, right?"
"So what?" I retorted.
"And you're invited..." She prompted.
I stared blankly back at her.
"Well, I want you to go there and have fun! Go on relax! Don't you feel lonely here?"
I almost choked. That was if I had anything to choke on.
"So, are you going?" She tilted her head.
No thanks. I felt perfectly fine here. Perfectly. You see, here there were no annoying cheerleaders and jocks. No stupid, simpering stuck up people. Nobody at all.
That was my idea of paradise.
That was what I wanted to shout. To yell at the woman who claimed to be my mother.
No, she wasn't my mother. So why did I have to listen to her, to respect her even?
But... an image floated up to my mind.
The conversation I had with my REAL mother...
"Listen to your father, don't make him worry... And respect your father's wishes... If there's someone to replace me... if your father should decide to remarry, then respect her, as well. You'll be respecting me that way too... it'll be the best birthday present in my whole life... Promise me that, ok?"
"Ok." I whispered.
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~JAKE~
I could relate to this girl, really. This Rachel really did have a point.
I could definitely see why she thought of my little sister Sasha as annoying.
Cause she was, really. Don't know why I didn't see it earlier.
Actually I probably did, but forgot. I probably have short-term memory loss. I don't know. I forgot.
"Sasha!" I was bellowing like a bull now. Had been for about twenty minutes. "I swear, if you take one minute more, not only will you be late, you'll be dead as well! I'll kill you if you're not down in approximately three minutes!"
"Don't fret, Bro. I'll be down soon, like, now. Tada!" Sasha had finally finished with her business of powdering and making herself pretty. And her friend Janice as well.
Janice peered shyly from behind Sasha. She too was twirling and swishing her long skirt. It swept the carpet on the floor. It was THAT short. "Well?"
I grew more irritated. "Well what?"
"Well, how do we look?" Sasha rolled her big blue eyes upward to her black, eyeliner-coated eyelids. She shot a cryptic look to Janice that seemed to say 'boys are sooo clueless.' Janice shot her a cryptic look that seemed to say 'your brother is sooo cute.'
The look back to Janice PLAINLY said 'you're nuts.'
"You look ok, just try not to trip, ok? I won't help you if you girls do trip."
Actually, what I wanted to say was "Who do you think you are, Cinderella? Nobody wore such long skirts anymore! It's mini-skirts. Boys like mini- skirts. Extra mini-shirts. M-I-N-I-S-K-I-R-T-S!"
"Can you girls really hurry, or Rachel might just decide not to go after all."
Oh yeah, Sasha's Rachel friend had called earlier, saying that she'd changed her mind. She was going after all.
Sasha had been excited. She totally TOTALLY looked up to this Rachel girl, I knew that.
Rachel had not. I knew that too. Cause I'd eavesdropped on the other phone.
I was right to give that warning about not tripping. Janice did trip. But I did help her. She got into the car blushing furiously. The things puppy love can make you do.
Scary.
I'll never be in love. Never. Perish the thought.
Sasha tuned the radio to their favourite Japanese station.
And we were off.
Rachel's house was huge. A mansion, totally bigger than ours... But of course, no wonder she was invited. The rich look after the rich, after all.
And she wasn't dressed up. Weird. But she got in beside me in the seat beside the driver's and turned the other way, so I didn't see her face.
Except her eyes. I only caught a glimpse of them looking at me just before she climbed in.
I'll never forget those eyes for as long as I live. Beautiful, green eyes. They seemed to be swimming with colour, though, not just green...
Am I making sense?
Whatever.
The only thing she said was hi.
Just hi. That's it.
Which is weird too, cause girls like to flirt with me, cause I'm one of the cutest jocks in school.
Heh heh.
But whatever.
The house was coming into my line of vision now.
Laura would be there, with her elastic lips...hmm...
That drove all thought of the mysterious Rachel out of my head.
Wonderful Laura.
But I wasn't in love. Would never be in my whole life.
Never.
Perish the thought again.
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Hiya!
Hope you liked it, I'm focusing more on character by character now. So you get more from each person... next chapter will be hmm... let me see, oh yes...haha!
I shan't tell you! _
Just tune in to find out!
Woo hoo!
See you there!
( I'm crazy, I know.)
Thanks to the following reviewers:
To: Korean Pearl
Thanks you for review... for reviewing so fast, I mean! *gives Tobias figure*
To: kaz456
Thank you too! *gives Jake figure*
To: Darkness-fire
Thank you for reviewing ALL my stories. *gives smiley faced guy's (prince of tennis) figure* (Hehe, sorry, I forgot what his name was... tell me again?)
Ok, hope all of you like the thank you gifts!
On with the story!
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~RACHEL~
"Rachel, are you home FINALLY?" her shrill voice rang out throughout the house.
Empty echoes.
I ignored her.
Slamming the old oak door, I slouched up five fancy flights of stairs to my room.
A dusty room, full of familiar smells. The smell of turpentine, paint and old stuff.
Comforting.
The attic.
I'd moved here recently, about a month ago. Here being this fancy six- storey mansion.
I'd hated it before I even set my disapproving eyes on it. And 'disapproving' was putting it nicely.
I had a million other word to scold it. 'Stupid' and 'disgusting' among others.
The words 'Rachel' and 'fancy' didn't go together. They didn't make sense. Verb disagreement.
Which made my life increasingly difficult as here, everything was fancy. The school, Blakenfield High, was a fancy high-class school with stupid, simpering stuck up people. The mansion was huge and fancy, with stupid, simpering stuck up servants, and might I add mindless. The neighbourhood was fancy and high-class with stupid, simpering stuck up neighbours.
I was surrounded by stupid simpering people.
Great.
"Rachel?" Her again. "Rachel, are you PURPOSELY ignoring me?"
"Bingo." I muttered.
She pounded on the door. "Rachel, I need to speak to you. Rachel- is the door stuck? Don't worry, I'll call your daddykins." The dialing of her handphone.
"Herald, the door to Rachel's room is stuck, can you- oh... Oh, all right, I'll ask her... bye, have a nice day, darling... Muah!"
I shut my eyes to shut the disgusting kissing sounds made on the phone. How someone can kiss in real live is beyond me. Let alone how to kiss properly on the phone.
"Rachel, your door isn't stuck, is it?"
Bingo.
"Rachel, is your door locked?"
Bingo again.
"Rachel, are you purposely shutting me out?"
Bingo. How smart of her.
"Rachel, how can you do that? I'm your mother."
So she wasn't that smart after all.
"No, you're not my mother. You don't look like her, smell like her or behave like her. You're an imposter." I whispered, pummeling my pillow. How I wish that were my father's face.
No, how I wish that were HER face. That way I could disfigure it totally. Maybe that'd make father leave her.
Haha. Joke. He'd never leave her. He's so obviously smitten by her... ugh...
She was pounding on the door now. I don't know how long it'll last.
I pity the door.
Sighing, I pulled the latch and as she gave one final push, the door swung open and she stumbled in. Nearly hitting her head on the shelf.
I wish.
"Ah, Rachel. Won't you give your mother a hug?" Batting her eye lashes at me.
I would if she were alive you witch. I glared at her darkly.
She seemed to be waiting for me to do something, so I did.
"No."
Disappointed, she sat down on my bed. I stood up. No way was I going to sit on the same space as her. No way. Perish the thought.
"Well, anyway, I heard from Katie's mother that there was to be a party at Laura's house tonight, right?"
"So what?" I retorted.
"And you're invited..." She prompted.
I stared blankly back at her.
"Well, I want you to go there and have fun! Go on relax! Don't you feel lonely here?"
I almost choked. That was if I had anything to choke on.
"So, are you going?" She tilted her head.
No thanks. I felt perfectly fine here. Perfectly. You see, here there were no annoying cheerleaders and jocks. No stupid, simpering stuck up people. Nobody at all.
That was my idea of paradise.
That was what I wanted to shout. To yell at the woman who claimed to be my mother.
No, she wasn't my mother. So why did I have to listen to her, to respect her even?
But... an image floated up to my mind.
The conversation I had with my REAL mother...
"Listen to your father, don't make him worry... And respect your father's wishes... If there's someone to replace me... if your father should decide to remarry, then respect her, as well. You'll be respecting me that way too... it'll be the best birthday present in my whole life... Promise me that, ok?"
"Ok." I whispered.
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~JAKE~
I could relate to this girl, really. This Rachel really did have a point.
I could definitely see why she thought of my little sister Sasha as annoying.
Cause she was, really. Don't know why I didn't see it earlier.
Actually I probably did, but forgot. I probably have short-term memory loss. I don't know. I forgot.
"Sasha!" I was bellowing like a bull now. Had been for about twenty minutes. "I swear, if you take one minute more, not only will you be late, you'll be dead as well! I'll kill you if you're not down in approximately three minutes!"
"Don't fret, Bro. I'll be down soon, like, now. Tada!" Sasha had finally finished with her business of powdering and making herself pretty. And her friend Janice as well.
Janice peered shyly from behind Sasha. She too was twirling and swishing her long skirt. It swept the carpet on the floor. It was THAT short. "Well?"
I grew more irritated. "Well what?"
"Well, how do we look?" Sasha rolled her big blue eyes upward to her black, eyeliner-coated eyelids. She shot a cryptic look to Janice that seemed to say 'boys are sooo clueless.' Janice shot her a cryptic look that seemed to say 'your brother is sooo cute.'
The look back to Janice PLAINLY said 'you're nuts.'
"You look ok, just try not to trip, ok? I won't help you if you girls do trip."
Actually, what I wanted to say was "Who do you think you are, Cinderella? Nobody wore such long skirts anymore! It's mini-skirts. Boys like mini- skirts. Extra mini-shirts. M-I-N-I-S-K-I-R-T-S!"
"Can you girls really hurry, or Rachel might just decide not to go after all."
Oh yeah, Sasha's Rachel friend had called earlier, saying that she'd changed her mind. She was going after all.
Sasha had been excited. She totally TOTALLY looked up to this Rachel girl, I knew that.
Rachel had not. I knew that too. Cause I'd eavesdropped on the other phone.
I was right to give that warning about not tripping. Janice did trip. But I did help her. She got into the car blushing furiously. The things puppy love can make you do.
Scary.
I'll never be in love. Never. Perish the thought.
Sasha tuned the radio to their favourite Japanese station.
And we were off.
Rachel's house was huge. A mansion, totally bigger than ours... But of course, no wonder she was invited. The rich look after the rich, after all.
And she wasn't dressed up. Weird. But she got in beside me in the seat beside the driver's and turned the other way, so I didn't see her face.
Except her eyes. I only caught a glimpse of them looking at me just before she climbed in.
I'll never forget those eyes for as long as I live. Beautiful, green eyes. They seemed to be swimming with colour, though, not just green...
Am I making sense?
Whatever.
The only thing she said was hi.
Just hi. That's it.
Which is weird too, cause girls like to flirt with me, cause I'm one of the cutest jocks in school.
Heh heh.
But whatever.
The house was coming into my line of vision now.
Laura would be there, with her elastic lips...hmm...
That drove all thought of the mysterious Rachel out of my head.
Wonderful Laura.
But I wasn't in love. Would never be in my whole life.
Never.
Perish the thought again.
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Hiya!
Hope you liked it, I'm focusing more on character by character now. So you get more from each person... next chapter will be hmm... let me see, oh yes...haha!
I shan't tell you! _
Just tune in to find out!
Woo hoo!
See you there!
( I'm crazy, I know.)