Disclaimer: Yeah…the name Ellone doesn't belong to me. I'm naming the smart old lady Ellone coz' I can't keep on calling her "old lady number one" or something similar. The name belongs to Final Fantasy VIII (Love that game), and it was originally going to be Raine, since it's my second favorite name in the game (next to Rinoa) and I thought it didn't fit much, so I just went for third which sounded more old fashioned in a sense.

WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE!! STRONG LANGUAGE!!

So here's chapter six.

"Oh Henrietta, stop that! Don't you know how dirty those table cloths really are?"

Yes I did, and I'd bet Carlisle's God that I knew more about the components of sludge better than you did, but right now…I couldn't care less. I pointedly buried my head against the table cloth even more, just to annoy the old woman. I was really starting to not like the smart geezer in the blazer (who turned out to be named 'Ellone')

"Henrietta! When an elderly is talking to you, you are obligated to show respect. You can do that by listening to me!"

I lifted my head to look at the sullen, stern eyes. I'm sure I looked drunk to her. "Yes I heard you, ma'am." Then slowly rested my forehead on the ketchup-stained table.

It was kind of hard not to hear the hmph and the "good girl, I suppose," that followed thereafter.

What happened to all that skepticism about my sex? Good 

girl? I'd love to show them what I look like without a shirt on but I'm afraid they'd take it the wrong way. Instead I moaned; too bad they took that the wrong way, too.

"Henrietta, yer' having dysmenorrhea or something?"

I just wanted to get away, and frankly I don't know why I haven't, really. Maybe it was because this reunion gave you this morbid feeling where there's no escape and it was getting to me. Oh…Bella. It looks like even my sensibility left along with you. I wish both of you would come back.

Rude girl. Didn't I just tell her it was a dreadful habit not to respond? I accidentally read one of the minds of women surrounding me. She didn't talk like a whore (I can't believe I even said that disgusting word) or a hillbilly so that leaves Ellone. Not wanting her to repeat what she just thought out loud, I reacted immediately to what Sheldon said.

"No ma'am, I don't think I'm physically able to have dysmenorrhea anyway."

"Yer' sure? Yer' can goes to one of dem bathrooms, Henrietta. I always knew deese was a'comin'…"

Wait? A bathroom?! Away from here?! I mean there was no bathroom in the restaurant where the reunion was being held, I was free to go outside…forever!! Freedom!!



I quickly back-tracked from my words earlier on, and started moaning louder, to make it seem like I was in pain

"Henrietta, dear?" Another elderly, not Sheldon or Ellone inquired. Her tone was concerned, but her thoughts said otherwise. I didn't bother answering her. I moaned louder, and then groaned (there's a difference, mind you) and just to add effect, I cradled my stomach and pressed my knees together like the sorry dysmennorrhea-ridden girl I was.

Sheldon pulled out something from her bag and as I lifted my head up to excuse myself, I was met with the soft impact of a packet hitting my nose.

"There! I knew getting dem' tampons was' a good' idea. Gotta use one of dem' noggin's!" Sheldon exclaimed pointing to said…noggin.

"Uhm, yes…Excuse me, ladies," I said standing from the table, tampon hidden in hand.

As soon as I knew that I was out of sight, right around the next corner of the restaurant I discarded the tampon packet. I obviously didn't want to be seen with one of those since I was sure that a great number of the society would know what my actual sex was and would be wondering as to why I was carrying something I shouldn't be carrying.

A step out the door. A breath. Freedom.

Freedom…

Freedom. Freedom. I can't believe it. I can't even believe I'm thinking that word. Freedom.

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FREEDOM. FREEDOM. FREEDOM! FREEDOM!! Finally! I'm free! No more 'Ellone's. No more 'Sheldon's. No more reunions or ketchup-stained tablecloths! No more sex-confused women! No more-umph.

Yes, it seemed that I had a habit of bumping into people lately. There was a large 'thump' as whoever bumped into me fell on his or her rear end. Fearing the worse, I looked down at the trouble I've bumped (Yes, get it? Bump?) into again.

"Aw fuck! What the fuck! I mean! What the hell was that?!"

Goldfish? No. Sheldon? No. Anything similar? Not likely. I had bumped into something like a cliché rebellious teenage girl. Why couldn't I bump into a guy once in awhile? Saying of course that that man wasn't gay. And of course I'm not trying to imply that I would, for a lack of better terms, prefer a man if you catch my meaning.



"You ass-crack bitch! I mean, can't you, like, watch where you're going?! Jesus Christ, is it that hard to look?" The girl continued to rant, and frankly, it was hurting my ears. Especially that 'bitch' part. It was drawing into a very sensitive line after the last bouts of gender confusion.

I sighed. She got up apparently not noticing me yet, as she was still continuing to curse. "What kind of crappy shit is this? Fagging' bastard (well, at least she noticed I was finally male)! Your crotch distracting you too much?! Ah godammit, if you can't watch where you're going now I don't know how you're gonna aim when you piss! Dude you need to get your nuts in order! I mean, my ass is hurting like hell right now! I mean dam-oh…daaaaaaaaaaaaamn…"

Her eyes went into a daze as her eyes finally comprehended who she was talking to. My carnivorous allure kicked in and was catching its first victim after a while.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, because at some level, yes, you were right. I was being distracted and that is no excuse for me to offend a lady like you," I said. It seemed my gentleman manners were working right now. Out of all the illogical thoughts that flitted through my head, one came to me: Bella was coming home.

All the girl could do was nod. I might add that a bit of dribble was well, dribbling, down her chin. "Yeah…level….excuse….lady……like….."

It was unfortunate though, that I caught a few strands of thought. Ohmagod, Ohmagod…did he say like? He is SO going to ask me out…OMG OMG OMG….

Everyone seemed to think I was attracted to them nowadays. I wouldn't be surprised if the postman suddenly decided to flirt with me.

Before I could say anything else, I heard a very, very, very familiar voice that sent my spine going rigid in a spur of terror.

"Henrietta! Is that joo?!"

SOOOOO sorry that took so long. I had so much stuff to do that I didn't know where to start. Anyways, I didn't want to think up another character, so I just plucked out a character from another one of my fanfictions (not yet posted). GASP! Cameo appearance. And it's said fanfic that's keeping me occupied along with a non-fanfic I'm working on.