DISCLAIMER: I don not own 7th Heaven or anything related to 7th Heaven. All medical information on this story is either half-truth or completely made up. I am not a doctor. Also, if you are a fan of the happy relationships in 7th Heaven, don't read. Thos story contains a "rebel" who doesn't agree with her family and not so nice language and themes are sometimes used. Thank you. Enjoy! PS: this part contains some characters from another story called D4 from PaUlKaRiYaSgUrL9. She (the author) let me use them. Therefore I don't own them or the characters from the Mighty Ducks. Don't worry, they are just minor players, they will have no impact on the story aside from that they are friends.
Chapter 3: Singing The Sophomore Blues; Part 1
(Just to let everyone know, Kalila is pronounced Kay-lee-la. That's why her nickname is Kay.)
"Maybe we should take up that offer to get her into a special class to help her with her growing intelligence. It would help us out. And it's only one day a week"
"You think that would help?"
"Yeah"
"Well, then what choice do we have?" Lucy said, looking at her youngest child, so different from the family. She had brunette hair like her Aunt Ruthie, grey eyes like her great-grandpa Charles and medium tan skin, like she had been tanning for an hour. Her siblings and parents had light hair, light eyes and light skin. But her differences didn't stop there and Lucy knew that they were going to put a strain on the family for years to come, if not forever.
12 YEARS LATER:
Oh make me over,
I'm all I wanna be,
A walking study,
In demonology"Ugh." Kalila said as she turned over in her bed and pulled the covers higher over her head.
Hooker, waitress, model, actress Oh, just go namelessShe closed her eyes again before her mother opened the door. "Kay, it's time to get up. It's time for school. Aren't you excited? It's your first day back!" Lucy had a large grin on her face. She remembered her sophomore year and she knew that Kay was going to have a good time, even if she was different.
Facing her ceiling, she grabbed her mint green blanket, pushed it over her head and folded the top of it under the arms, pouting. "I don't wanna go." She whined, but then threw the rest of the covers over to the other side of the bed, swung her legs towards her mother and got up. Her hair was an absolute mess; that night she had for to dry it before going to bed and it was sticking up in some places.
Lucy tried to say through her laughter, "Get ready, Savannah will drive you. And could you turn off your radio alarm clock, please. You know that your father and I don't approve of Courtney Love" She closed the door, hysterical in the hallway.
Kay rolled her eyes. 'Well, what do you approve of? She was about to call after her mother, but decided against it and turned he radio off.
'Yay, how fun. I get to go to a school with a bunch of freaking morons who'd rather have wild crazy monkey sex than learn about school. Wait, what am I complaining about? With that, she got onto her feet and made her way for her bathroom that was connected to her room a foot to the left from the foot of her bed. She flicked on the lights and looked at herself in the mirror. Yay, no pimples, there's one thing I inherited from my parents, she thought as she found her brush in the top right drawer of the cabinet below her sink and ran it through her hair. Once it was decent, she debated whether or not she wanted to curl it, but decided against it and let her hair hang straight. I think I need a haircut, she thought, it's almost to the middle of my back. Her hair had lightened to more of a medium ash brown color and it was slightly layered at the bottom, which made her hair look healthy and gorgeous.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she went to her closet to find something to wear. She took a few minutes deciding, but she figured that comfort was best and put on a Nirvana concert T and a pair of medium blue jeans that hugged all the good parts but fit nice. "Where the hell are my shoes?" she asked Alia, who was now 8 and used to sleeping on the cushions of her bay window. The Great Dane looked up at her with sleepy eyes, groaned a response and went back to sleep. "Lucky mutt."
Quickly, she grabbed her black purse, her cell phone and book bag and ran out of her door. "Where's the fire, freak?" Jake asked. Since he was 4, his body grew big and muscular, he hair had turned a dirtier brown and his attitude grew a much worse. But, as when he was a baby, he still loved women and women found themselves very attracted to him.
"Not in your pants. Or at least that's what Dana says." Kay said referring to Jake's ex-girlfriend. Smiling a sarcastic smile, Kay whipped her body around and walked down to the kitchen where Lucy was finishing pouring orange juice.
"There's Sleeping Beauty." Lucy said, placing the jug of orange juice in the middle of the table, next to the pancakes.
"And what a beauty she is." Savannah said in her fakest sweet voice, smiling her perfect white smile. Kay hated her for that, though that wasn't the only reason she hated her. Not that Kay didn't have a beautiful smile, but she had two cavities that had been drilled and filled, while Savannah always had perfect check-ups.
Kevin stood in front of the coffee maker having just poured himself a cup. "You both look lovely."
Savannah giggled and waved her hands at him as if to say, Oh, stop, you're embarrassing me, but she looked down at herself and smiled again. This morning, she had on a pink tank top with a white shear covering that matched her white skirt that stopped just below the knee. Her blonde hair was curled and she had a pink flower barrette holding up two pieces on both sides that joined together in the back.
"Right…" Kay said and sat down at the table, directly across from her sister. The two exchanged evil glances as their mother turned around to ask their father for some coffee.
"Yo, we're gonna be late if you two don't pick up the pace." Jake said appearing around the corner, ready in a fitting shirt and loose jeans. The muscles in his arms and chest stood out in the shirt, as if it were about to rip open.
"Yeah, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Kay asked sarcastically, but no one in the family caught it. Drinking her last sip of orange juice, she got up and put the glass in the sink, then grabbed her things and headed out the door.
In a few minutes, the trio was heading down the street in Savannah and Jake's green Civic, listening to an artist that Savannah thought was the greatest singer in the history of the world.
Let's go backBack to the beginning
Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned
"Cause perfect, didn't feel so perfect. Trying to fit a square into a circle was no life. I defy…" sang Savannah, doing her best imitation of the squeaky clean singer.
'OMG!' Screamed Kay inside her own head. 'I can't believe she is making me listen to this fucking song again. I HATE FREAKING HILARY DUFF!'
"Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams. Let it wash away, my sanity. 'Cause I wanna feel the thunder, I wanna scream. Let the rain fall, I'm coming clean. I'm coming clean" she sang, bobbing and twisting her head, at the top of her lungs.It wasn't like she was a bad singer, but obviously she hadn't gotten her mothers voice talent, unlike Kay.
After 10 minutes of Duff torture, they arrived at school and Kay was sure she had never been happier to see that place. It was the same building that her mother and her aunts and uncles had attended when they were her age. Savannah parked the car and they all got out. Soon, Savannah had found her clique of popular, pretty bitches and Jake had found his jocks. Kay was left walking into the building alone. Since they had all received their locker combo's and everything in the mail, she was able to get to her locker and begin decorating it before she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.
"Well, there you are, Kali-pants. I've been looking for you forever." Kay best friend, Brooke Banks said. She was more like the Camden/Kinkirk's than Kay ever was. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and even though she had a tan, she wasn't as dark (or Mexican as a bully once called her) as Kay was. Sometimes, Kay was jealous. Whenever Brooke came over, her parents seemed to clique with her and leave Kay feeling like the eternal outsider that she knew she was.
"Hey, Junior-pants." Kay said, turning from her locker after taping up a picture of her favorite actor, Johnny Knoxville. Already she had placed several pictures of him, Bam Margera, James Marsters and quite a few random pictures of things she had found in YM magazine.
After Kay had gotten her books from her locker, the girls started heading for the gym, where they had Phys. Ed. first period. Some freshmen looked oddly in their direction; mostly because they were used to cliques and this was a definite violation of clique etiquette. Kay was athlete and pretty, but she was darker. Her clothes were usually darker, her appearance was usually darker, and her entire outlook was usually darker. Brooke on the other hand, was a cross-country runner.
'I guess we do look funny', thought Kay as she glanced over at her best friend's attire. Today Brooke was wearing a little pink tank top with white Capri's and a Louis Vuitton Monogram bracelet. Along with that, she had a Louis Vuitton Luco Tote and a Louis Vuitton Kathleen bag. Also with her Louis Vuitton items she had on Louis La Fabuleuse Open Toe Mule, her Chanel Camella Sunglasses, Dior Logo Hoop Earrings and a Dior Mimioui White Gold and Diamond Necklace. Kay, on the other hand, had her black purse and her black leather backpack and she didn't like jewelry, at all. Yes, they were a match made in Odd Couple heaven.
When the first period bell rang, the two had taken their seats the end of the bleachers. Their new P.E. teacher, Mr. Ennette was flipping through the attendance sheets, trying to gather himself before his first class. "Okay, now. Umm… let's take attendance, shall we? Emily Anderson (here), Brooke Banks (here)…"
"Oh yeah. Mr. Jocky McJockstrap is in our class." Kay said sarcastically, looking at a tall, broad shoulder guy sitting a few benches in front of them.
"Oh, come on, KayKay. Justin isn't all that bad." Brooke said.
"Ka-ly-la Kinkirk." The teacher stammered.
"It's Kay-lee-la. Don't worry, call me Kay." She said.
"Alright, let's keep going, shall we? Uhh… Andrew Lawson." The Mr. Ennette said, glancing the crowd of students.
"Here." A guy with dark brown hair said. Kay and Brooke, not remembering him from earlier years, stared at him from their seats.
"Is he new?"
"I don't know."
"Well, why not?"
"Why am I supposed to know everything?"
"'Cause your entire family knows everything about everybody."
"Oh, yeah." Kay said, remembering her family's tragic downfall.
"Anyway," Brooke said, turning to Kay. "What's your schedule?"
"Umm… A period is PE, obviously. B is chemistry. C is English. D is geometry. E is theater. Oo, have first lunch, Yay! F is law and G is espanol. Si, senorita." Kay said after getting out the white sheet of paper that told her that. "What about you?"
"A… PE, B…English, C…anatomy, D…chorus, E…theater…lunch, first lunch, F…law and G is French. Hey, did you hear that Mrs. Schober decided on Les Miserables to do as the play? That's so cool."
Kay knew Les Miserables. Her Uncle Matt had taken her to see it done on Broadway a few years back when she visited him in New York. That was before he decided that the best place to raise his son, Jeremy, was in Glenoak with his family and his wife, Sarah's, too. "Yeah, that is damn cool."
The rest of the class went by with no major events. Mr. Ennette outlined the course, the activities they would be doing and gave out P.E. locker assignments. Kay's next class was chemistry and that too was boring. But the new boy from P.E was there. He was her lab partner for this term because of how they landed on the attendance sheet, so they had to sit at the sat lab table as one another. He was focused on the class outline their teacher was reading from; Kay was focused on him and his clear blue eyes. Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice and when the bell rang, he gathered his things and left the room.
After three more class periods, lunch had finally arrived. Kay got out her money and paid for her lunch. Glancing around the room, she saw Brooke waving at her from one of the middle tables. Carefully, she made her way around the mobs of cliques standing around and found her seat across from Brooke.
"I can't believe that auditions are next week," said Brooke taking a sip from her diet cola. She always packed her lunch the first day, just in case she couldn't find anything. As she said, after the first day, you know what's going to be there in terms of food so you can plan accordingly. But if you don't pack your lunch the first day, you may be stuck trying to find something that you can eat and not be able to find anything.
Kay was just about to respond when someone interrupted. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here, lab partner?"
Kay looked up. It was him. Mr. Gorgeous Eyes, himself. "Uhh…" she started to say, but she couldn't of anything to say. So, for about three seconds, she sat there with her mouth hanging open. Suddenly, Brooke hit her arm and she snapped out of her trance. "Yeah, sure."
"Cool." He said. He placed his tray on the table and slide in next to Kay. Brooke looked at Kay and gave her an 'omg, he's gorgeous' look. He had dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin, but then again, in California it was hard to find a pale person. He had on gray slacks and black t-shirt. "My name's Andrew, what's yours?" he asked Brooke.
"My name is Brooke Banks. Ever heard of Adam Banks the pro-hockey player for the Anaheim Mighty Ducks?" she asked, adding a pause for dramatic effect. "Well, he's my dad."
"Wow. I love the Ducks." He said.
"Yeah but he's retired now all though my brother Nicholas plays for them now. My mom is a sports news writer for Sports Illustrated. I have hockey in the genes." She said smugly. She was a good hockey player.
"Yeah, well, my mom's a minister and my dad's a detective." Kay said, trying to sound impressive, though she hated the fact that they were involved in both professions.
"That's pretty cool." Andrew said, smiling a smile that Kay knew would make her weak at the knees if she were only standing.
"I guess so," she said. Although lunch wasn't very long, they talked about quite a few things. Actually, by the time that lunch was over, Brooke and Kay had given him their numbers and screen names.
"Well, maybe I'll talk to you later." Andrew said to Kay as Brooke ran to her locker on the top floor. Andrew and Kay didn't need to rush because their classes were down the hall.
"Yeah, maybe." With that, Kay turned the corner and slipped into her law class, smiling from ear to ear.