Hooray for Chapter 2! ahem Okay, I didn't get that many reviews which totally sucks, but I guess I can live with it. Thanks to all that did review though! Except "Ms. I Win" coughcoughmegansuckscoughcough
Also, I have got to say sorry for the old chapter. It was for the wrong story. I may post that one someday though. It's almost finished.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Teen Titans. If I did, it would be a lot more like the comic book and be shown on Adult Swim so it could have more action (fighting) and the "birds" would have kissed each other by now.
The Winds of Change
Chapter 2
Good News, Bad News
The bright sun rose over Lake Riley and shined into every house on the east side of Surville. Victor Stone groaned at the sudden warmth on his face and rolled over in his bed. As the sun flew higher into the sky, Vic continued to roll until there was no more space.
"What was that?" Elinor said shooting up in bed.
Vic got up and rubbed his head. "Nothing Mom. Ow..." he called to the next bedroom. He slowly got to his feet and yawned loudly before turning to his clock.
"Fuck."
The teenager ran to his boudoir and fished out a long sleeve blue shirt and some gray basketball shorts. As he slipped on his apparel, the digital alarm clock went from 7: 43 to 7:44. Victor's eyes widened and he ran inside his bathroom. The alarm finally turned on, like it was supposed to 15 minutes ago, and started blaring some wannabe rappers voice.
"Oh come on! Anything but that!" he shouted while gurgling. He put his head in the sink, spit out the foam, and rinsed his mouth.
Downstairs, Silas flipped two more flapjacks and took some butter out of the fridge. "It's almost 7:50 Victor. You're going to be late!"
Elinor walked down the wooden steps wrapped up tightly in a green silk robe. Her grey eyes had bags underneath them. "I swear, those experiments are going to be the death of me!"
Silas laughed and hugged his wife. She smiled slightly up at him and sniffed. And sniffed again.
"Honey, the eggs are burning."
"What?" The man turned to the stove to see black smoke rising from a pan. "Great..."
"Nice job Pops!"
The two scientist looked at the table to see Victor sitting on the edge of it. "If it's alright with you, I'd rather have a bagel."
The tall women giggled and kissed her son on the cheek. "You don't have time sweety."
She walked with him to the living room and handed him a twenty dollar bill. "How about a big lunch for my little star quarterback?"
Victor stared at the money. "Did you really mean that?"
"Of course Vic. Your father and I have been talking and we decided to let you follow your own path. Plus, after doing some research I have to say that football does have it's merits."
The boy smiled widely before hugging Elinor. "Thank you, so much."
"You're welcome." She looked at the grandfather clock near the door. "Oh my goodness, you're going to be late. Hurry!"
Victor ran to the door, picking up his backpack up on the way. "Bye Mom! Good luck with breakfast Dad. I'm sure you'll need it!"
Silas poked his head out of the kitchen. "Thank you so much for your blessing son," he replied sarcastically.
The young Stone smiled and walked out to the driveway where his green Toyota truck was. 'First day, first drive!'
"RING!"
"AH!"
Pause.
"AH!"
Richard put his hand up to silence his sister. "I-"
"Oh my God! Look at your hair!"
"Rae! Stop it!"
"I'm sorry Rick but, but-" she stammered. Rachael smiled, buried her head in a dark blue pillow, and began laughing insanely. Her brother got out of his bed and walked to the vanity mirror near his pine chest of drawers. His eyes widened when he looked up at his head. It was hair was sticking up like a Mohawk.
"Damn."
His sister burst out giggling again.
"Hey!"
"What? Ha ha, it's hilarious."
Richard smiled. "I'll show you hilarious!" He jumped on his sisters bed, much to her surprise, tackled her, and started messing with her long black hair.
"Hey! STOP IT!"
"Ha! You wish."
The head of the servants at Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth, had been walking down the corridor in the west wing, pondering to himself.
'How should I explain this to them. They don't like their school already, but to be transferred to a private academy? Mistress Rachael would have my head! Maybe-'
His thought were interrupted by the sounds of screaming and laughing. Alfred rushed up to the teenager's bedroom. He opened the door with great force, shocking Richard and Rachael. "What is going on in this infernal mess!"
Rachael looked up at her brother, who had pinned her to the floor. Her brother looked at the butler, who looked completely shocked. The twins blushed. "Nothing."
"I certainly doesn't look like 'nothing'," Alfred replied smiling.
"Well, it isn't!"
"Yes it is."
"No."
"Yes."
Richard sighed. "I'm going to go take my shower now, ok?"
The others nodded. Rick helped his sister up. "Sorry about that."
"I'll forgive you in time," she said winking. He smiled back at her, grabbed a towel out of a cabinet, and walked out the room.
"This would be scary if the two of you weren't-"
"Weren't what?" Rachael asked.
Mr. Pennyworth bowed his head. "Nothing mistress. Please hurry. Your... father... has an announcement to make at breakfast."
The three Waynes' and Alfred sat around a huge mahogany table. The newspaper crinkled as Mr. Wayne flipped a page and absentmindedly took a sip of his black coffee.
"So, um... Alfred said you had an "announcement" to make?" Richard asked cautiously.
"Well, it's concerning school."
Rachael shot a quick glance at Richard, who was staring back at her. They turned to their father and shouted. "We didn't mean to!"
"Mean to do what?"
The two of them looked at each other again. "Nothing."
Bruce stared and cleared his throat. "Right then. Anyway, I've been thinking how the schools around here aren't very safe. Not to be so sudden, but I have enrolled you in a private school on the west side of town. It's by the ocean and is a very nice place. Perfect for you two."
"Does it have a choir?"
"Or a band?"
"Um, yes, I believe so," their father replied. He smiled slightly until Rachael sneered.
"It's probably filled to the brim with preps though. God I hate them."
"Same here"
Alfred looked at Bruce. Bruce looked back. The two adults were obviously confused. The two children peered over at them and began to laugh.
"Forget it Pop. Now, when do we start at the new place?"
"Erm, to-today..."
"WHAT!"
Alfred stood up. "I'm sorry young miss and master but we tried very hard to get you in at all. This will be a rocky transaction but I'm sure you'll manage."
"Manage? MANAGE! You have got to be KIDDING ME! I've just started to get along with a few of my classmates and now your transferring me!"
"Now Rae, I know it's upsetting but-"
"HA! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"
Rachael violently pushed her chair over and stormed out of the room. The three men stared at the hallway and cringed when the front door slammed.
"What is the matter with Miss Rachael?"
"Ah, she's PMSing. Nothing new."
Mr. Wayne and Mr. Pennyworth stared at the boy.
"What! I know these things."
A young girl sat up in bed and yawned as her alarm went off. The sun was bright, dew was covering her huge yard, and the paper boy had just began to drive down her street.
"Kori? Hurry my little bungorf, it is time for our breakfast."
Her slender arms fumbled with her nightgown and folded it neatly. She walked to her drawers and took out her favorite pink mini skirt and a white blouse. Today was going to be a good day.
"Hey you! Come here NOW!" a harsh voice called from down the hall.
Or not.
"Yes sister?"
A tall dark haired girl wrapped in a towel stood in front of a mirror in the bathroom scowling. "Where's my body splash?"
"Oh, forgive me Ko- erm, Kate. I used it yesterday for my outing. Let me go get it." She said innocently as she turned. Her sister grabbed her by the shoulder.
"Don't ever touch my stuff again, or so hear me there will be pain."
Kori nodded, eyes filled with fear. Meekly, she tip toed out of the bathroom, scared for her life.
After that was resolved, the youngest Ander scurried down the long stairway to the kitchen where the rest of her family was sitting.
"Akuna mahi, la somei kana?"Ryan asked, smiling at Kori.
"Wa-ga-ha yono ii crave. Don fitu-"
"Would you two stop it! MY GOD! Why don't you speak English like everyone else?" Kate shouted before eating another section of her orange.
"Well, I'm sorry that I like to speak in my native tongue... Koman." her brother said mockingly.
"Stop calling me that!"
"Koman, Koman, Ko-man!"
"SHUT UP!"
Luan rushed into the room. Her hair was in a messy bun and her long sleeves were rolled up. "Anatu myn ogo dreina!" She grabbed her son and oldest daughter by the wrist and pulled them apart.
"Great, you've got her doing it too."
"Now stop it, both of you! Koman-"
"KATE!"
"Ah, yes, Kate, you shouldn't be ashamed of your name. And Ryan, if your sister doesn't like her name, you shouldn't tease her about it. Though I can't imagine why. Back home it's a lovely name," Luan replied, smiling sweetly.
"Yes it is," Kori said supportively.
"Be quiet you!" Kate shouted.
"That's another thing we need to discuss. You have got to stop this rudeness aimed at your little sister."
"Ha, sure."
Just then, there were heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The bushy bearded Myan was in a shirt, tie, and slacks. He looked at his family, then at his watch. "Come on you guys, you're going to be late!"
"The tall man ushered them out of the dining room and each gave them a kiss. His wife looked at him and smiled. "As they say here: Another day, another dollar, eh?"
"Yes, of course."
Ryan walked out the door, his sisters close behind. "So Kate, are you going to drop..."
The dark haired teen snorted at the rest of the Anders , climbed into her small civic, and started the car. About a minute later, she raced off.
"Not again," Kori stated sadly.
Ryan hugged his sister. "That's alright my little Creta. I'll take you to school."
"You haven't called me that for eight years."
"That long? Well, I guess I'll have to start doing it again. Lots of catching up to do."
"Wow Garfield! How did you do it?"
"Oh it was really easy. I mean, I only saved a whole third world country."
"My my, so humble!"
A of girls giggled and clung to the teenaged Logan as they paraded the streets on a green float. A million people cheered happily and threw confetti from the roof tops above.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
"Thank you! Thank-"
He looked up and saw his sisters staring at him. "AGH!"
Sandra giggled and jumped of her brother. "Talking in your sleep again? Ha, you're so funny big brother."
"To you, I'm sure I am. Just wait though. One day, I'll be famous!"
Sandy's long black hair swished as she shook her head and scoffed. " Like that's going to happen!"
Marie walked to the curtains in the living room and pulled the blue tassle, instantly filling the room with light. She sighed as the warmth flooded her body. A clock ticked in the background interrupting the silence. She looked at it and her eyes widened.
"Garfield? Sandra! You're going to be late!"
The tall woman rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a few lunches out of the fridge. Quickly, she slipped on her robe and ran outside to the van. The minute it turned on, a rather profane rock song blasted from the radio. "Oh crap!"
"Mom! WAIT!" Garfield called, running down the gravel drive way. It was to no avail though. Since he tripped over his roller blades half way there. As soon as the dust cleard, Marie saw her 14 year old flat on the ground.
"Garfield?"
"Ow... I'm oka-ow!"
The dark haired woman ran to her son and helped him up. "Honey, are you all right?"
"Not really," he said smiling.
"You're not staying home."
"Damn."
Dr. Logan smacked her son upside the head. "No bad language here." She helped him to his feet and walked back to the blue van. Garfield sighed angrily as his sister skipped by him, sticking her tongue out at him. "Don't make me pull it right out, Sandra," he hissed, saying her full name mockingly.
"Yeah right!"
Marie hummed softly to Chopin as the vehicle cruised down the street. The teenager was in the front passenger's seat, arms crossed over his chest, grunting at his little sister.
"Okay, I spy something... yellow."
"Your guts."
"MOM!"
Gar snickered to himself quietly and looked over the dashboard at the sign above them. It said Seaside Highway.
"We're going the wrong way."
"No we aren't," his mother replied.
"But...m-my schools the other way."
She sighed and pulled into a parking lot, then looked at her son sternly. 'Oh God! I know that loo-'
"We transferred you to Prescott Bayside Academy."
"WHAT!"
Marie ran her fingers through her curly black mane. "Look Garfield, I'm sorry but we thought it would be best to go somewhere that you can get a better education. You can have tutors there, and with your wits, I bet you'll make friends easily."
"But... what about my rep?"
"Your what?'
"My reputation. At a private school, it will be easier to get in trouble. Joking is my life. They're probably all stuck up anyway. Dumb ass snobs galore!"
"Garfield Robert Logan! I swear, if you don't stop cursing, you are going to be in big trouble. You don't want your new classmates thinking that you were brought up wrong. I don't want to see you get suspended."
Garfield looked at his mother incredulously. He gave her his most innocent smile and replied. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that doesn't happen. Scouts honor."
"You never were a boy scout, but that's a good idea..."
"Mom! As if this isn't bad enough."
"Right, sorry." said Marie, pulling out of the lot and continuing towards the school. "Though, it might earn you some merits at the school. Hey merits! Isn't that fun-"
Her son glared at her.
"I guess not."
"Well, here we are! Isn't it great?"
The teenager looked up at the huge three story building. It was a large white building covered in ivy and flowers. There were kids outside talking and doing homework They all looked the same.
"Please, no..."
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Marie dug through a shopping bag and pulled out black slacks, a white collared shirt and a blue-green plaid tie. "Here's your uniform.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Heh, in case you're wondering, this is NOT the worst thing. Yeah, it seems bad, but it gets better...worse... um, which ever you think of it as. I know, I am a very bad updater and I'm sorry. I don't have enough time for this. Yet I love to write and ym friends always tell me what a great writer I am. So, I try to make time. I might be a little busy(or more than usual) becuase my Algebra exam is coming up. And, I've got a play to do, some artwork, concerts, blah blah blah. You get it...