I'm feeling spontaneous and curious today. I'm in a good mood, having just eaten a humongous breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast with blue berry jam and hash browns.

I bounce into the study, twirling around in circles when I should probably be doing homework. I see Jones sitting in an arm chair with a book and decide to bug him. An evil, diabolical plan formulates in my head and I walk over to him, putting on a total act of innocence.

"What are you reading?" I ask, seating myself at his feet, which are HUGE, might I add.

"The History of Tanis." He says, looking rather proud of himself.

"What's your name again?" I ask, twisting a lock of hair on my finger.

He looks rather put out by the fact that I don't 'remember' his name.

"Indiana Jones." He says, turning back to his mammoth sized book.

"What kind of name is Indiana?" I ask, rather loudly despite my being a mere three feet from him.

He places his book down and glares at me for a while.

"A special one." He answers. "What kind of name is Marion?"

"A unique one." I answer back coolly. "Besides, Indiana sounds like a dog's name."

"It is the name of a dog." He says through gritted teeth.

I can't help it, I burst out laughing before I can stop myself. I roll around the floor in mirth until he cuts me off.

"Did you know that Marion was the third queen of Persia, who slept with her maids, who I might add were women as well?"

That shuts me up, and he walks out of the room, laughing his head off. I'm left in the room, stumped.

"Damn you, Indiana Jones." I say, pouting at the rug. I then get up and follow him out the door.

"That wasn't very nice you know!" I shout, running after him.

"Since when have you ever been nice?" He asks, still wearing that ridiculous smile of his.

Ouch. He has a point there.

"You're the one who came here and interrupted my perfectly normal life!" I shout back, feeling the beginning of rage boil up inside of me.

"Oh yeah? Well, you tell me where I'm supposed to go after leaving my own house because my dad doesn't even want me!" He says, now looking even more angry than I.

I feel a pang of sympathy in my chest but refuse to let it show.

"At least you've got my dad to make up for it!" I scream, now losing all sense of dignity and getting right in his face.

"You're a pretty girl, I'm sure you can manage to find another guy to protect you and make you feel actually wanted." He says, towering over my puny height.

That does it. The invisible string inside of me snaps and before I know it, I'm swinging my fist at his jaw. It is a perfect aim. Seconds later I hear a smashing sound and a grunt of pain.

I swing back again but this time he grabs my wrist. I try to wrench my arm away but he holds me still and says quietly, "What the hell do you think you are doing? I didn't come here to ruin your life, I just came to learn things. Maybe if you'd stop being a bitch and listen to me you wouldn't judge me so much."

The word 'bitch' hits me hard. My lip trembles and a lump rises in my throat. I've never been so angry and upset in my life. We're staring at each other, fury written in both of our eyes.

"You bastard!" I yell. "You have no right to chastise me for simply defending what I care about. I-"

But I'm cut of by the booming voice of Abner, who I'm guessing has been standing in the doorway for some time.

"Marion Ravenwood and Indiana Jones, stop fighting!" He yells, which silences both of us immediately.

I'm guessing it's a rather peculiar scene. I'm standing right next to Jones and we're both pink in the face from yelling and his jaw is already sporting a large bruise.

"Indy, go have Ben tend to that bruise. I will not see either of you at dinner tonight. You will eat in your rooms. Lessons are cancelled for the next two days and so is school. But don't think that is all, both of you will be carrying out a number of chores. No excuses. Now each of you, go to your rooms."

And with that, Abner walks out. I'm breathing hard and I can't help but shake with even more fury.

I look at Jones one more time, making sure to put plenty of hatred into the look, and then storm out of the hallway, furiously wiping tears from my cheeks.

I think he's the first person I've ever met who can send me from a happy mood to a raging mood in a mere five minutes.