Today I have decided to tell you about school. I know you're just on the edge of your chair. Well, here's the deal. I don't really have a "group" at school. I'm not a goth, punk, delinquent or loser. But I'm not popular either. Not in any clubs or anything. So I just kind of drift. Drift, drift, drift. That's my job. So then. Yeah. Okay, important stats on people at my school.
List of Friends/Enemies/Scary People
1. Catalina Coronado: My best friend. We tell each other everything. Lindsey is a dancer. She's on the dance squad at school and wins competitions and stuff. She's so flexible and pretty. I really wish I was more like her. Not in a scary "insane-with-jealousy" kind of way. Just in a "wow-why-can't-I-be-as-fun-and-talented-as-Catalina?" way. And isn't that the most perfect name for a dancer? She won't even need to make up a stage name. But Cat says she's going to start spelling it "Katylinae" so people will remember it. Just like Cyd Cherise.
2. Ashleigh Severson: My worst enemy. I hate her gorgeous, popular guts. Ashleigh is also on the dance squad. But she's no where near as talented as Lindsey. Well, yeah, she wins a lot. She's also one of the top girls on the squad. But that's only because she's always throwing various "parts" in judges faces. In other words: she wins because she's a dirty ho. Better wash my pen out with soap. Mom would kill me if she knew I wrote that.
3. "Snap": My crush. Yes it's pathetic. A life-hating cynical girl like me should not have a secret crush. But I do. I don't even know his real name. I just know that all of his friends call him "Snap". As in "Snapshot". He's a photographer. Head of yearbook photography. He's even got a couple shots published in magazines. He has soft blonde hair that kind of sticks up funny, but not gelled or anything. Okay, I don't know if it's soft. But it sure looks soft. And he has the most amazing hazel eyes. Are they green or are they brown? I could look forever. Yuck, mushiness. Better move on.
4. Abraham "Ham" Smithers: Numero uno scary person. He's totally obsessed with occult and junk. He founded an occult club at school. Some of the various freaks joined. Everyone calls him Ham because, well, they do. He's not fat or anything. Actually he's fairly muscular for a nerd. Must be carrying all those heavy books around.
So that's the top 4 people you need to know about. Cat, Evil Ash, Snap, and Ham. Ta-da! Well, now for the update of the Summers home. Uncle Angel is still brooding in the basement about people who might want to kill him. Dad is picking fights with him whenever possible and still being an all-around bum. Mom is holding the little boys apart and still trying to be "Super-cool Mom". Andrew is still flitting around the house like a hyperactive butterfly, videotaping people. Uncle Xander and Aunt Willow drop by intermittently, sometimes bringing Anya and Faith with. Then all the "grown-ups" have a big meeting and keep me out. Usually Dad is grumpy afterward. Wow, shocker. So everything is fairly normal in the Summers household. Normal as in "freakishly-weird-but-not-any-weirder-than-always". If you haven't noticed, I also like to come up with nice long phrases to describe stuff. Just one word doesn't really express my point as well. Hopefully Friday will come soon so Faith and I can go to the Bronze. It's getting very agoraphobic around here.
BANG! BANG!
"Somebody open this!" Uncle Angel. Great. Better go.
I threw the door open and Uncle Angel staggered in. He was carrying a woman in his arms. She was wearing a very pretty dress actually. Ancient, but pretty. It was nice burgundy velvet with silver lacing. I'm not usually one for dresses, but it looked very nice on her. She was looking pretty limp. She also had a black cloth over her head, but I could see some dark chocolaty colored ringlets. Dad thundered out of the kitchen.
"What's with all the--bloody hell Angel!" he stopped his fuming when he saw what Uncle Angel was holding. He glanced at the dress and froze. He looked up at him.
"No…" he demanded an answer with his eyes while refusing to believe them. Uncle Angel walked further in and I shut the door behind him.
"It is," He said solemnly, depositing the body onto the couch with a slight "poof" noise, "She's been tailing me all week. And then when I cornered her, she tried to attack me. But it didn't work. She just, grabbed her head and fell over. When I checked she was unconscious, so I brought her back here." Dad was scowling very very darkly. Even more so than the usual dark scowl.
"Intense head pain when trying to harm 'good guys', hmm? Now why does this seem so déjà vu?" He snorted sarcastically, his eyes still alight, "If that mad rotter has done anything to hurt Dru-"
"Who is she?" I asked. They both jumped, like they hadn't noticed I'd been standing there the whole time.
"Uhh, Jenny, meet your Aunt Drusilla," Dad said nervously. I stared down at the lady on the couch, who still had the cloth on her face. I looked back up at him.
"I assume I should call Mom."
"Yeah," Dad said, getting scowly again, "But first, I need to call the florist." Right then. My godfather shows up with my unconscious long-lost godmother in his arms, talks about attacks or something, and my dad's first course of action is to order a bouquet. Have I mentioned how screwed up my family is?