Shaedowe: cough I have a cough…
Myishi: You have a cough. I can see that.
Shaedowe: cough glowering You cough can? Then that's cough good. I don't want to cough talk when I'm cough coughing…
Myishi: Don't then.
Alexandra Anastasia: coming into room hi, how's the story-
Shaedowe: a fit of coughing
Alexandra Anastasia: What's wrong with Shaedowe?
Myishi: She's sick. Severe cough. She doesn't want to talk.
Alexandra Anastasia: Oh.
Myishi: turning to Shaedowe I told you, you shouldn't have drunk all those cold drinks at their party. Or drink any cold, fizzy drinks at all, for that matter… go on ranting about Shaedowe's cough
After 37.54 minutes of non-stop ranting…
Shaedowe: Shut up already!!!!! Yells and shoves them out of room
Alexandra Anastasia: looks down at the fallen WG, Myishi I thought you said she didn't want to talk.
Myishi: opens mouth, but no sounds come out
Alexandra Anastasia: Oh, goody, now you've got a sore throat, lost your voice too… Well, you only have yourself to blame… bye. Haha!
Myishi: gasping and wildly making gestures
Alexandra Anastasia: Anyway, I'm going to read her story. And you know something, you're very lame Myishi.
Myishi: hangs on to her ankle as AA walks off…wildly making gestures while being pulled along gasping and breathing hard
Shaedowe: Serves him right… now, my coughs recovered… must have been that shouting… makes mental note: shout at Myishi more often to improve health
Shaedowe: Anyway, enough fooling around, it's story time! Yay!
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Before I yell at Myishi again (don't pity him, he deserves it. Totally.)
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CASSIE
I answered the insistent ringing of the doorbell and nearly fell over and out of the house onto the porch from shock. Francisca had completely transformed, like the beast transformed to the handsome prince.
Not that she was a beast. No, never. Francisca was more like Beauty.
Just that tonight, in the purple, spagetti-strapped evening dress that she'd picked from the store this afternoon, she looked better than Beauty.
No, she looked… looked…
Perfect.
"Can you stop gaping like I'm Miss America and please open the door wider and don't block the doorway so I can go in please, and I mean it!" She sounded irritated.
Ah well, she wasn't completely transformed then.
"What? Oh, let you in? Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry…" I muttered. The floor had never seemed so interesting before.
Francisca must have seen noticed the look on my face, whatever emotion it revealed.
But I know it made her feel bad. And that somehow made me feel better.
"Sorry, I guess I was kinda harsh… just in a bad mood today…" She gave a loud sigh and sat on the pink futon couch in the family room.
Funny, I'd never noticed its colour until this exact moment. Pink, eww… what a disgusting colour…
She glanced at me expectantly and I realised she wanted me to ask why she was in such a bad mood.
"Uh, why are you in a bad mood?" I asked, sounding exactly like a stupid, sick, simpering, mindless little drone.
No, I hadn't made her feel bad at all just now. It was just an excuse for her to mope and groan to me about her mood and all her problems.
Knowing her, they were bound to be boring.
But I'd just moved her 5 months ago, and known her 2 months later. So that's… 3 months. Sorry Maths isn't my favourite subject. At all.
So, considering, I'd only known her for about that long.
And that wasn't very long at all.
So I didn't really know her that well.
Funny that it took so long for me to finally arrive at this simple conclusion. Weird. Not that I'm usually a fast thinker but, well, usually I take a shorter time to come up with such… conclusions.
"So anyway, that was the absolute last dress. And you know what she said? You know what she said?" Francisca's voice was suddenly amplified a thousand times.
"No." I responded, like the mindless little drone I was. Nice. "Tell me."
My voice was emotionless. E-mo-tion-less. Nice, I'd always wanted a cool emotionless voice like that of… that new foreign exchange student, that new very, very, very pretty, very, very, very, cool girl. What was her name?
Ra-che-el.
Ah, yes, there it was, Rachel. That was one cool name.
And my name? Cassie.
What a lame name.
Oh, haha, what a lame joke too.
Cassie? It wasn't even a real name. Nothing like Rachel. Nothing even close to Laura, not even Cassandra.
No, it had to be plain, simple, spotty, ugly, fat, CASSIE.
"Are we ready to go to Laura's party, Cassie?"
Francisca again.
And she was using the much hated royal 'we'.
And like the mindless little drone that I was, I replied, "Yes, Francisca."
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MARCO
You know, sometimes life can be just so unfair.
Look at it this way, I'm the multi-millionaire. But I'm the one with five brothers.
I'm the multi-millionaire and I don't get to go to the party. The first In Crowd party that I'm invited to. And it just so happens that that's my one and only shot at popularity. Those that weren't invited or didn't go, don't even get remembered.
Don't mention being famous and popular, you won't even be notorious. You'll not even exist. In their eyes of course.
But you know what? For a small, no, medium-sized group of pretty girls and pretty boys, their eyes are very, very important. They're the fashion and the status police. They have a very important job.
Of course, I'm very important too.
I'm the sarcastic one, the clown, the maker of cute, funny and lame comments. I can make all sorts of nonsensical comments. And free of charge too. Just you have to humor me and make me in the correct mood.
It all depends on my mood you see.
Like, right now, I'm feeling totally melancholy. So my comments are very, very funny and witty.
In my own, opinion of course. Not that anyone would care about a skinny, muscle-less, gangly, pig-head, shufugrelertuf and unpopular geek's opinion.
Those were all my brothers' opinions on me.
'Skinny' was made by Jarret, who is in junior high and you know what? He's one of the nicest of my brothers.
'Muscle-less' is very lame. Made, of course by my gym/exercise-crazed maniac of a brother. And in his poor opinion, he is 'muscle-full'. In my opinion, he should really get a dictionary. But first he must know how to read it of course. He's in junior high too. And, oh, I forgot, he's name's Jacob.
Know what again? He's one of the nice ones too. Nice, but dumb.
'Gangly' is made by the Garrett family's personal, free of charge, 24-hour, walking dictionary. His name? Jabec. He goes to this school for the gifted, Penury or something like that, I think. And his report from school goes like this: Jabec is a very talented boy, in many areas, inclusive of music, science, technology and almost all areas of his studies. However, his social skills are not up to standard and he should read more widely so as to improve himself on this important aspect. Overall, Jabec is a quiet well-behaved boy who, among other commendable qualities, does his work consistently and pays careful attention in class. We regret to say this but he doesn't have many friends. We hope that this report can help his family and us, his school forge a closer relationship to become a close-knitted family.
Big deal. Who needs friends with a house full of annoying brothers?
I think he's the most tactful one of all. And 'his social skills are not up to standard'. Nice going, Mrs Garfield or whoever you are. I don't care. This report will really helping in 'helping his family and us, his school forge a closer relationship to become a close-knitted family'.
Nice going.
But I'm straying from the topic.
'Pig-headed' was from the not so nice one. The accident prone one. The one who had just broken the broken china vase on the marble floor. He's Jeffrey.
Did you know, marble gets scratches very easily? And china breaks easily too?
'Shufugrelertuf' is from the one who can barely talk. But you know, he played the biggest part in the breaking of the vase? How wondrous is that? I have a wonder brother who can't talk but is better at breaking vases than anybody in this family. Cool, huh? He's known as Jeane.A girl's name if you ask me.
And don't ask me, cause I don't know what it means.
And unpopular geek… well, that's just me but, well, yeah, I am pretty unpopular.
Oh, I'm ranting again. Can't help it.
I have a lot to rant about.
But then, there's the door to answer.
It's been ringing for, oh, let's see… ten minutes? Or more.
But I know for sure that that's Stanley and his receptionist girlfriend.
Julie or Judy or Juliana. Or somebody like that.
I don't know why, but my feet are on autopilot now, walking towards the door.
"Hi, Stanley. Hi, Ju." I greeted him and her.Politely.
Stanley looked irritatedly at me and stalked right past me.Like I was invisible.
Invisible me.
He seemed in a good mood today. At least he wasn't throwing things and shouting at my brothers and me to do homework or housework, chores or some kind of work.
If there's a type of work not yet invented or something, Stan'll be the one to invent or discover it.
Whatever it is.
"Marco, Jacqueline and I have decided to… uh… baby-sit the boys tonight."
I would have made a smart comment. I would have said something about him using this opportunity to get 'up close and personal' with Jariene. Or whoever she was.
I would have had not there been something else much more important on my mind than the two stupid lovebirds.
Can't you guess?
My one shot at popularity. At pretty girls like Laura and Katie. At being invited to more In Crowd parties in the future.
Still can't guess?
Laura's party.
I watched him, ready to spring from my seat and strangle him on the spot if he didn't say what I wanted him to say.
He must have read my mind.
"You're free to go out and do whatever you want. And take the car too, if you want."
Perfect.
Looks like he would survive the night after all.
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TOBIAS
I swear, even the tallest Victorian houses were shaking and quivering in tune to the music on the radio.
What station? The rock-and-roll station.
Ugh, who listens to that in the twenty-second century?
Think how I, the hot, totally cute, misunderstood, unapprciated genius must be feeling now, huddled in the open-topped convertible. The reason it could fit about one quarter of Big Pug, aka Big Pig's gang was because of Chico. Chico was Big Pig's elder brother. He was also a car mechanic.
Only now I wished he wasn't.
Then there wouldn't be so many people in the car at once. Particularly when all of them were practically as fat and as stupid as Big Pig himself. Not a pleasant thought, even on the best of nights.
And tonight had started out like that, only now I wasn't so sure…
I suppressed a groan as Big Pig turned the volume up.
They really should have a rule saying that pigs weren't allowed to drive.
But then if they had, Big Pig's brain was so miniscule that he probably wouldn't know he was a pig in the first place, so that would be no use whatsoever.
They really shouldn't allow pigs like Big Pig to be born into this world in the first place.
As the guys next to me squirmed to get comfortable, I was thankful that I had got the window seat. At least I wasn't squashed between two fat pig-like minions of BP.
BP means Big Pig, by the way. It's so much shorter, and less hazardous should he find out about that nickname.
Then the hideous shrieking of what suspiciously sounded like a banshee on a bad hair day was suddenly mixed with a soothing, hip-hop Japanese song.
There was nothing soothing about hip-hop, of course, but after the car rock-and-roll radio station, this was paradise to my ears.
Paradise.
Complete with brainlessly bimbo-ic cheerleaders and jocks with too much muscle desperately showing off.
Come to think of it, the two combined together sounded suspiciously like BP… maybe his mother and father were…
"Screech!"
The sudden sound of tyres interrupted my very likely story of BP's family history.
Damned car.
License plate OCRAMSTAN.
Weird. And lame. Ocramstan? What on earth was that?
It was a red car. Blood-red...
Driving into the driveway of Laura's four-storey Victorian mansion.
Sickening rich kids.
I was never rich, just a bully.
That was how I was popular and of course my almost impossible to achieve good looks.
Haha. That's so funny no one's laughing.
"We're here!"
Big Pig's disgustingly gravelly voice shouted, nearly making me deaf.
One of these days, Big Pig, one of these days, you'll pay.
"We're here!"
He repeated, obviously so in love with his 'melodious' voice.
Oh joy!
We're finally here.
Somehow, I can't seem to bring myself to be happy.
How wonderful.
Oh, joy.
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Shaedowe: Well, that's all for now, see I've got the case of the mental blocks… sigh, sigh, sigh!
Myishi: speaking in sign language If you have any ideas, please email them to me, you know my email address.
Shaedowe: That's my email address you WG! You are so lame! You are so irritating! Haha! You've lost your voice, so you can't scold me!
HAHA! BYE BYE!