They Made Me Do It!

By: Raven

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Chapter I-Didja Pass?

Ok, ever since I got the test results back, my life was chaos. I mean, I managed to get my mom to buy me a laptop, an I-Pod, a cell phone, a new vanity set, and who knows what else. But still, it's the tests fault. Oh, it is. Let me start at the beginning.

When my mom heard about this test, she squealed, "Oh, honey! This is the perfect chance for you to learn some Japanese! Imagine! Oh, sweetie, you have got to take this test! I'll be so proud if you pass!" Me, being the polite and obedient child of the family, agreed, although I had one of those weird roller coaster feelings in my stomach. Well, also because I hate to see my mom disappointed.

Well, I was still in school, and my mom had me take the test next day. The next couple of weeks went by in a blur, well, at least to me anyway. So, the day I got the test results, I could already here the party my mom was throwing in my honor of going to Japan. So, as I walked home from Anderson Jr. High, I hummed one of my favorite songs by Godsmack.

I'm not the one who's so far away

When the snake bite enter my veins

Never did wanna be here again

And I don't remember why I came...

I, of course, am a hard-rock fan (Not to mention Linkin Park!). I, being a great fan that I am, also bought Mike Shinoda's shoes off of E-Bay. My friend Ashlie says I'm a lunatic. Hey, at least I didn't COMPLETELY memorize all of the band member's life history. Or all of their song lyrics. Or have a shrine to Chester Bennington in my closet that I bow to every morning. Now my Ashlie got scared the first time she slept over, and I bowed to it. I had candles, and everyday, I would whisper a prayer that he would be rich, famous, in god health, blah blah blah ect. Ect. Ect.

Anyway, back to the main topic. I was walking home from school. A normal after noon. Well, when I got home, my little sister tackled me.

"Didja pass? Huh? Didja? Didja? Didja? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Typical little sister behavior. "Gerrof me, and I need to talk to mom!" I giggled. Lisa was cute, in an annoying sort of way.

When I walked into the kitchen, joy, oh, joy, there was my mom, wearing a cute white apron, and cooking tonight's dinner. "...Um, mom?"

Mom turned around. "Yes, honey?"

I took a deep breath. "Here're my results..." I trailed off. I handed mom the envelope. She tore it open, and examined the papers.

"Oh, Honey! You passed! You did it! What do you want before you leave?"

"What I wha...? Lemme see that!" I grabbed the paper, and skimmed it. "Lets see... 'Exceptionally smart, shows through her test...highest scores every for a 7th grader...when return from Japan may want to consider moving to 8th grade...'" I looked up, "Wow, I must be good!" My mom went off to prepare tonight's dinner, but I knew that she was bubbling with excitement. Call it 'Kid's Intuition'.

Tonight, for dinner, Mom put off tonight's dinner to take us out. We went to 'Keg' and had steak. My parents popped wine (or were it champagne?). We had cheesecake for dessert, and crème brule (is that how you spell it?) Crème brule was a weird custard, with burnt sugar on top. But it was good. Lisa, my little sister, had a fun time flinging small bits of baked potato, but luckily, (woe is me) it all landed on me. Dinner was fun, and I managed to get my mom order me non-alcoholic wine. I choked a little bit, but that was because it was a really dry wine.

So, by the time our tummies were full and happy, I was worried. I mean, would I make friends there? Would I fit in? What kind of wacky names will my teachers have? Ok, so these were silly little things that (probably) every exchange student go through.

Man, my little worries were about to get much, much bigger.

Ok, not much of a connection to YYH, but that'll be next chapter. Right. I've made up my mind on deleting some of my own fics. YOU WILL REVEW. RIGHT?