Oh My Gosh!!!!!!! I finished it too much time ago!!!! O.O I read it three times, correcting the enormous errors I did, but now I'm tired... And I'm publishing it. However, tell me if I let go some errors. I can't stand this chapter anymore!!!! And now... I don't have a clue about how to go ahead!!!!! Well, I'll invent something... I want to thank the three people who left a review: Escaler, Numbuh 007 and Milena (my best friend XD). And I'm answering here to Numbuh 007 because I can't send her a PM: you know the answer, but if I tell you it will ruin the story atmosphere. XD sorry.
Well, here is the famous hated third chapter. R&R plz!! See you at the bottom of this page XD
THE FIGHT
It was almost seven o'clock when I went back to home. My family was in the dining room for the dinner and they were waiting for me.
- Hello everybody - I said with a dreamily smile on my face. But I saw their not so happy faces, and my smile melted down.
- Wanda - said my mother. - Where were you? Blonda said that you weren't with your friends, today!
I sighed: again with my mother's worries.
- Just hanging around, nothing worrisome!
But it wasn't enough for my mother.
- That's not good young lady! You always have to tell me where you go! I and your father were so worry about you!
I sighed again and looked at Blonda: she was looking at me with a threatening exspression. I answered at the look.
- But mom, I was okay! - I said, a bit angry at Blonda.
- In those moments we didn't know you were okay! - said mom, angrily. Then her exspression turned into worry. - I was so worry about you, can you understand that?
- But mom, I'm three thousand years old! I can take care of myself! - I said, exasperately. - I wasn't with my friends, just hanging around by myself!
- Don't lie to your parents, Blonda said that you were hanging around with a boy - said my hyperprotective father. - Is that true?
I sighed again.
- Oh my gosh, dad! Why do you press me so much? Don't you think I'm old enough for hanging around with boys?
- I don't think so - said dad. - And what would have you do if he had to rape you?
- But dad! - I yelled, angrily. - Why do you always think about the worst things?!
- Because I always worry about you. - was the answer. I frowned.
- Well, you shouldn't! - I yelled again. - What am I? A child? Why can Blonda go everywhere she wants without any reproach?
- She's more responsable than you - dad said. Mom hit him with a reproach look. Dad looked confused. - What did I say? Something wrong? - he asked stupidly. Mom raised her eyebrows. My face started to blush furiosly because of the angry.
- Ah, is she? Well, she's more irresponsable than me, if you want the truth! - I yelled. Mom and Dad looked at Blonda that looked once at me, once at them, with a stupid false "I-know-nothing" look.
- What are you saying? - she asked me. I glared angrily at her.
- You insulse spy! - I whispered. She opened a bit her mouth and her eyes blinked to me. I was really angry and holding my fists.
- Well - I yelled to my parents. - I wanted to tell you my wonderful day, but you don't trust me yet, so I won't tell you anything! - then I went upstairs marching angrily. I was furious with my sister, that just couldn't keep her mouth locked, and with my parents too, who still treated me like I was only a child. But I was three thousand, what kind of thoughts could they possibly think?
- Honey, don't you dine with us? We waited you for it! - cried mom from downstairs. But I wasn't in mood for dining with the family. I went in my room and slammed the door with violence, without an answer: when Blonda would have arrived, she would be dead.
But for the moment, I didn't want to think to the worst things. I took my diary and dawned it fastly:
"Dear Diary,
Today was a great magic day! Juandissimo and I went to the bar to drink something, yeah, in that bar where I and my friends never went. We have been so idiot! If we had gone there, we would have met Juandissimo before! He's so romantic and above all so sexy!!! hearts-hearts-hearts Tomorrow we're going to meet at the park again, then he wants to take me at the Luna Park! It will be fun!"
I started thinking about Juandissimo, forgetting about the recent fight I had with my family. I thought about his muscles, about his clever face, about his deep violet eyes...
But something came back in my mind, besides Juandissimo's perfect butt: the interrogative and skeptic face of a green-haired guy. The maid of the bar... But why? Why was I thinking of him?
I took my pen again, trying to reorder my ideas.
"Today a green-haired maid served us two really delicious ice-creams. He seemed a bit bothered by Juandissimo's visit. I don't know why. I only know that when our eyes met I felt strange feelings... I can't describe them, but his look was lovable idiot, and his big green eyes were wide and beautiful... what does it mean?"
I really didn't know. But I closed my diary and throwed myself on the bed, watching the cieling and thinking about the great date I had that day. No one of my past boyfriends made me ever feel like that. Juandissimo was the best ever, and maybe the right one, the definitve, the one with which share the rest of my life. I closed my eyes, starting dreaming about our wedding: I saw us coming out from the Fairy Church, the courtyard full of people cheering at us and throwing flower petals on us; my mom was crying like a baby, my father was smiling happily, and when our eyes met he put his thumbs up. My look falled on Blonda who was...
An ugly stupid witch!
I opened my eyes: that reminded me that I had to kill her when she would have came into the room. I opened my eyes, angrily, and stood up, waiting for her and holding my fists hardly.
Blonda opened the door with a stupid smile, but when she closed the door and looked at me she changed her false happy face in a look full of hate, glaring at me.
Now it was me against her... only one would have survived.
- Well? - I said, angrily. She frowned.
- Well what? - she said.
- What did you tell to mom and dad?
- The truth - she said rasing her shoulders. It drived me crazy more than before.
- Which truth? - I asked, knowing that it wasn't a true truth.
- Well, the truth of every day - she said watching her nails with an only eyebrow up. - That you're the irresponsable twin.
I blushed.
- You insulse...
(censored)
Blonda looked at me, goffering the lip.
- You see? You can't say these things! - she said, teasing me. I shaked. - You gross...
- Stop teasing me! - I said.
- Or...? - she said in challenge tone. This made me furious.
- You're the worst sister I could ever have!!! - I yelled.
- Oh, yeah???? And who stoled my boyfriend?? - she cried to me, now angry.
- He wasn't your boyfriend! - I cried.
- But he was going to be!
- That's not true!
- Yes, it is!
- No, it isn't!
- Yes, it is!
- NO!
- I SAID YES!
I burst of anger, then I jumped on her, starting punching her stupid face.
- Stop bother me! - I yelled.
- No, you stop! - she yelled, trying to adorn herself from my punches. But I was really angry with her, and I didn't stop.
- You started it! - I cried.
- No, you started it! - she replied. I was really hurting her, so she started punch me too, but that made me lose control.
- It's always your fault!
- No, it's not!
- Yes it is! Who tried to stole my last boyfriend? Who always tries to show me and Millie, Crystal and Tiffany who's the charmiest? Who's the stupid little pink girl that died her hair in order to look different from her sister??? - I punched her in the stomach. - You idiot! You goose! You...
- Stop! - she yelled. - You're hurting me!
But I didn't care, I continued to punch her everywhere, on that stupid false-blond head, on that stupid made up face, on her less fat stomach. But she suceeded to deliver a punch on my jaws, really hurting me. My eyes starting filling with tears, and not only because of the hurt.
I finally figured out, sadly: what were we doing?
- STUPID!!!! - I yelled, crying. I was really angry at her, it was all her fault if every day we had a fight, if every day we didn't talk to each other, if every day we didn't look like true peaceful sisters. So I took a book and started hitting her head. She yelled to every hit. - I'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!! - I yelled again, hitting her harder.
- NO, IT'S NOT!!!! - she cried. - STOP, YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!!!!!!!
- NO, I WON'T! - I yelled. - YOU STARTED IT, WHEN WE WERE ONLY JUST BORN! MOM SAID THAT YOU LOVED TO PULL MY HAIR AND MAKE ME CRY!
- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING???? - she answered.
- MOM ALWAYS LIKED YOU MORE THAN ME! - I yelled. It was ending in an infantile war.
- IT ISN'T MATURE FROM YOU! - she yelled.
- BUT IT'S TRUE!!!!!! - I answered.
The door opened, hitting both of us (we were fighting near the door) and mom and dad came in, angry.
- What the hell is going on here?? - cried my mom, seeing me and my sister on the ground. We stood up as fast as possible, then we pointed each other.
- She started it! - we said together. Dad said angrily:
- It doesn't matter! What really matters is that you're full of bruises and hurts everywhere!!! What were you doing? A wrestling match?
- But it's all her fault! - I yelled, crying. Blonda was in act to answer to me, but mom stopped her.
- Now stop! - she cried. - Didn't you see how you reduced yourselves? You better go to bed, now!
- But it's too early! - I said. - It's only a quarter past seven!
- Who started the fight? - asked dad. I opened my mouth fastly but Blonda was faster than me:
- She started it! - she said, pointing me. I remained without words.
- Fine - said dad. - So Wanda, keep in your room. Blonda, you can go out.
- Thanks dad! - said Blonda, with a wide smile. - I'm gonna get out with my friends, can I?
- Of course you can - said mom, glaring at me. - And YOU keep in your room, thinking about your actions. And I hope you'll apologize to your sister once she will come back home. Ok?
I opened my mouth, in act to say something, but the three got out of the room closing the door, leaving me there with an inexplicable anger going up through my throat. My sister escaped the troubles one more time... the anger broke up in an horrible, angry scream. My eyes were still crying, more than before. I throwed myself on the bed with the face on the arms.
I remained in that position for the following three hours, but I think I was sleeping till that hour. I only remember that I heard Blonda when she came back home. Strangely, when she came into the bedroom, was really quiet, probably in order to not wake me up. I listened her leaning her jacket on the chair, undressing herself and wearing her nightgown, then entering in the bed with a submitted sob. I frowned: why was she crying?
- They're all a trio of witches - she was muttering. - They and that pink witch too.
It was a clear reference to me, but I didn't do anything but keeping in listening to her sobs.
- I didn't want to end in this trouble. What did I mistake?
Really much of things, Blonda Was my thought. But again, I kept in silence.
- Oh, they'll see, they'll both pay for this...
Then I fell asleep, I was really tired.
Next day, 3:00 PM. I was at the park alone, near the lake. Juandissimo would have arrive at 5:00 PM, and I was there for thinking. That morning Blonda didn't talk to me, didn't look at me neither for a glare. She ate her pancake in silence then got out by herself without any word. I asked to my mom:
- Mom, what happened to her? What's her problem?
- Uh, I don't know Wandy - she answered, clearing her place. - She's in that mood from yesterday night. I asked her what happened, but she didn't answer.
And in that moment I thought all the possible things: those "three witches" couldn't be anyone but Tiffany, Crystal and Millie, and the fourth "pink witch" couldn't be anyone but me. Why was she so angry with us?
- Hey Wanda! - someone called from behind: it was Millie, alone too.
- Hey Millie - I said, flat (an: another translation by - You too here?
- Yes, I was searching for you. - she said, sitting next to me. - Your mom said that you were here.
- What did you want to tell me? - I asked. Millie's look fell on the surface of the lake, absent, while she talked:
- Well, only that... yesterday night we had a fight with your sister.
I sighed.
- It has become a fashion.
- Why do you say this? - she asked, looking at me.
- Yesterday night I had a fight with her too... but our fight looked more like a wrestling match - I answered, remembering. Millie worried.
- Really?
- Yeah - I answered. - But I don't think you four had a wrestling match like us. Didn't ya? - I added, worry. Millie shaked her head.
- No... well, not physically, but orally. - she shaked, moving her look on the grass. I frowned.
- What happened?
- Oh, nothing... she came out with us at 7:30 PM, and she looked a bit angry. Tiffany asked her what was her problem, and she started to say horrible things about you, that you were an idiot and made her angry, and that she started to beat you because you admitted that you have stole her boyfriend in order to make her jealous.
My eyes became wide: what the heck did she tell.
- That's not true! - I cried angrily, but Millie tranquilized me.
- Calm down, we knew it, obviously! So Tiffany and Crystal got furious and started to say horrible things to Blonda. - Millie shaked. - Oh my gosh, you had to hear them. I can explain you, but I felt really sorry for Blonda...
- Well, she deserved it! - I said icyly. Millie raised her eyebrows.
- You shouldn't say these things, she's always your sister!
- Does she care? - I said, upset. - She acts like I was her enemy or something... I don't know...
Suddenly my exspression became sad. Millie looked at me, without knowing what to do.
- Don't say anything - I said. - Neither I know why. But she acts like that.
Millie putted her arm around my shoulder, and our look fell one more time on the crystalline surface of the lake, over thought.
- I know it - she said. - But don't worry: you only must take time. After a few days everything will adjust by itself, you'll see.
- You really think that it'll work? - I asked, skeptic. Millie sighed.
Well, now a lot of years passed, about a thousand, and the things aren't changed... well, to tell you the truth, they got worse, but for other stuff. And we don't spend so much time together anymore.
Hugged with my best friend, a weak smile appeared on my face: I closed my eyes, mentally thanking God for gave me that friend. But she never knew it. Those were the little pleasures of my life: Juandissimo and Millie... Well, not forever.
End of the chapter. It's senseless, isn't it? Well, I promise that the next one-shot I'll publish will be really foolish and funny!!!!! XD I give an advance: its title is "Cosmo's Nightmare" XDDD I'm not saying anithing more!!! However, I hope that this chapter has been better than I think. Anyway, leave a Review!!! Bye!
-Hilary-