Disclaimer: I still don't own the little vampire… sorry…
The next morning, Mom woke us up by suddenly yanking open the curtains, which, as I had mentioned before, blocked out all the light.
"Rise and shine!" she said in a sing-song voice.
I hissed dramatically and covered my eyes with my hands.
"The light! It burns!" I moaned.
Tony groaned and hit me.
"Shut up, Lyss, I'm trying to sleep!"
Kayla's hand appeared from her clump of blankets and she started flapping it spastically, signaling for Mom to close the curtains and go away.
Unfortunately, neither happened.
Finally, Mom got us up and shooed us down the stairs and into the kitchen. I had an apple and a glass of orange juice for breakfast and when I ran upstairs, Kayla was trying to convince Tony that bananas were really old people who had died.
I paused on the third stair and watched their conversation.
"Hey Tony, did you know that bananas are really old, dead people?" Kayla asked as she sat down across from him with a bowl of cereal.
Mom rolled her eyes from where she was standing.
"Really?" Tony asked doubtfully eying his banana.
"Really, and unless you actually want to be a cannibal, I suggest you put the banana down." Kayla replied.
"The people at the store never said anything about that." Tony said, peeling the banana.
"Yeah, do you really think they would openly advertise the fact that they were selling peoples loved ones in the form of a yellow fruit? Where else do you think bananas could possibly come from?" Kayla asked.
Tony scoffed. "I don' know, maybe trees?"
"Oh, Tony." Kayla said sadly. "That is exactly what they want you to think."
"Why should I believe you?" Tony asked, a little uncertainly.
"You don't have to. But I'm telling the truth. All I'm saying is that bananas are bad news. For all you know, that could be Grandma. Or Grandpa. Or-"
Tony looked at the banana with a look of horror on his face.
"Mom!" Tony yelled.
"I'm just trying to help you, little brother."
"Kayla, that's enough. Be quiet and eat your breakfast." Mom said sternly.
Kayla sighed dramatically and turned to her bowl of cereal.
"I was just trying to make small talk."
Oh, I love my family.
I went to the bathroom, took another shower, brushed my teeth and my hair wrapped myself in a towel and went to my room.
When I was in my room I put on my American Idiot Green Day t-shirt and pulled on some jeans.
I put my laptop, my iPod, a notebook and a couple pens and pencils in my currently empty backpack. I slung my bag over my shoulder, grabbed my converse and headed for the stairs.
I tried to put on my shoes coming down the stairs, which I do not recommend trying, as I almost killed myself in the process.
Kayla and Tony were already in the car.
I took one look at my sister's Beatles shirt and asked, "Kay, is that mine?"
She grinned at me.
"Maybe."
I messed up Tony's hair and took a seat.
"Ready for school, T-dog?"
Tony sighed.
"I guess."
Mom drove us to school and dropped us off.
"Love you!" she called.
"Love you too, Mom!" Kayla, Tony, and I responded in unison.
As she drove away, Tony walked over to the elementary school, while Kayla and I hadn't taken a step.
"First day of school."
Kayla nodded.
"Let's light this fuse and see what happens." I said, quoting an amazing movie, Drillbit Taylor.
We made our way to the office to get our schedules, locker combos, and textbooks. The lady at the desk was nice enough, but I could barley understand her through her thick Scottish accent.
"I hope we can understand the teachers, 'cause if we can't that could be a problem." Kayla whispered.
I nodded in agreement
Even though Kayla was in eighth grade and I was in tenth, we got the same lunch period and our lockers were right next to each other. Mom was probably behind that. Not that I'm complaining. With my personality, my sister will probably be my best friend.
After we had thrown our stuff in our lockers I turned to my sister.
"So, I guess I'll see you at lunch?"
Kayla nodded.
"If I don't get lost first. This place is huge!"
By the time I got to homeroom, I already had a migraine. The teacher handed me a time tracker for my assignments, which I shoved in my bag. Fortunately I could understand him. I took a seat in the back of the room.
A group of girls came up to me looked at my shirt and laughed. The girl who I assumed was the leader, and later learned was Allyson McAshton, my dad's boss's granddaughter, looked at me quite rudely.
"So, you're the new girl." Her Scottish accent made me want to puke blood.
I looked her dead in the eye.
"Yeah, I am."
She raised her eyebrow at me.
"American? Well in that case, you truly must be an American Idiot." Her followers giggled. For the rest of the day, the group of girls refused to call me anything but 'American Idiot'.
Needless to say my first day of school sucked.
The teachers made me stand up and introduce myself in every class. By the time school was over I was tired of my own name. I could tell Kayla felt the same.
Tony, however, had the great displeasure of meeting the McAshton twins.
When Mom picked us up they yelled after him and told him to "Crawl back to America."
I could have and would have murdered them if Kayla hadn't practically sat on me to prevent me from getting out of the car.
Once we were all seated and buckled mom turned and looked at us with a big smile on her face.
"So did everyone have a good first day of school?" she asked brightly.
We all stared at her blankly until Kayla asked in a flat voice, "What do you think?"
Mom shrugged and started the car. She started humming 'Come Together' by The Beatles.
"Why are you so happy?" Tony asked.
"We unpacked and the furniture arrived today! Isn't that great?"
At least someone had a good day.
When I was six, my sister succeeded in convincing me that bananas were indeed old people who had died. Constructive criticism, comments, anything that you have to offer is good. Just click the review button! Is easy!
