Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of The Coin ❯ Arrival; Meet The Emo Sisters ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Moonlight Angel 
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.26.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 8.8K | Visits: 181 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.26.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 8.8K | Visits: 181 | Status: Completed
: I do own or create any of the characters, expect for Cassie and Brooke and their father. The rest is done and created by Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series. She owns them, not I. I am only burrowing them for my own twisted tales.
Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weirdsville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.
Warning: This is not a friendly Bella Edward f an. In fact the pairing won’t be anywhere in here what so ever, so for Bella fans, forget get it!! I utterly loath the character with a fiery passion and I will do everything in my power to bash, torture, scotch, beat and other wise ground Bella Swan’s weak character into dust, so please, no flames! I do not accept flames and if I find any flames, I will immediately delete them. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. It’s that simple, but the rest of you who enjoy my work, please feel free to sit back and enjoy the ride!!(^_^)
Chapter One
The Arrival: Meet The Emo Sisters
(Cassie’s POV)
“Ah. Here we are, girls,” Dad announced rejoicing, pulling up in front of a small quaint looking two story home with a wrap around porch, solemnly position in the middle of a random meadow. It’s brightly pastel blue siding stood out from the background of greenery and rain surrounding it. Up above the dark clouds poured down rain like there was no tomorrow, making the house’s vacant windows look all the more lonely.
“So we’re living in this crap whole, all the way out in Timbuktu?” My seventeen year old sister, Brooke, wanted to know in disgust. Her black lips pulling at the corners into a scowl of disapproval.
“Oh, come now, Brooke. It’s not that bad. It’s only a fifteen minute drive to town and this is the perfect place where I can finally get in tune with my creative side,” Dad replied always looking on the positive side of things. Good for him at least.
Brooke snorted in disagreed, but only said, “Whatever” not in the mode to argue. She kicked open our blue Mercedes’ passenger door and stepped out into the rain. “Let’s get this over with,” she grumbled.
I sighed, stroking the silky back of our black cat, Yugi, sharing my sister’s sentiments. The lazy ball of fur in my lap yawned a big kitty yawn and stretched out once more. I lifted him up in my arms, draping my Emily the Strange jacket around him, “Okay, buster. Out we go,” I said, opening the car door and following my sister’s example. I climbed the smooth newly built steps of the porch and stood in front of the French doors, hesitantly. I turned to see our dad handing Brooke a few bags, we hadn’t trusted the movers with. I suspected all the rest was already inside since the movers were suppose to have come the day before.
I waited for our dad to open the door. He was the only one with a key right now. He was going to make each of us one once we got settled in our new environment. Yugi meowed lazily in my arms and started to squirm a bit. He didn’t like being held for a long period of time. He was in a full out spasm when Dad finally inserted the key into the lock and opened the door.
The moment I stepped in, I immediately dropped him. Yugi landed on all fours and sniffed around, skeptical. He lifted his tiny pink nose high in the air, saying it was too homey for his taste. I laughed and gave him the look, “You’re such a snotty little cat, you know that?”
He meowed in respond and headed up the stairs, seeming to already know his way around. I laughed and headed back outside to help unload the rest of our bags. It didn’t take long since we didn’t pack much. Most had already been brought up before we arrived.
The interior was more welcoming than the outside. The family room right off the main hallway had been painted a warm burgundy matching with our café colored love seat and couch. A black antique coffee table sat in the middle of the room in front of the couch on a Oriental rug. A huge flat screen plasma TV was hung on the right wall with care, facing the rest of the room for everyone’s viewing pleasure. Lamps with fringed shades were scattered around the room on deep oak corner tables. A huge oil painting our father did from when he spent his summer in Naples, Italy hung above the couch.
Just off the family room we could see the study where our father was heading to set up his computer and other various ideal technology for his writing. Brooke and I left him to do that while we strolled up the stairs to check out our rooms. We discovered that most of the house was painted in a warm shade of red, our father’s favorite color; even the upstairs where there were three bedrooms and one bathroom, which was just fine unless you had a mad dash for it in the morning like Brooke and I always did throughout the course of the school year.
Much to our amazement and shock we both had separate rooms for the first time in our lives. We glanced at each other and hurried to claim our bedrooms. They were right next to each other, but we both wanted the best view into the backyard. Our dad got his master bedroom. I got the bedroom on the right wing of the house, facing the side yard.
“Hah! I got the best view, Brooke,” I called out from the doorway, simpering like an idiot.
Brooke’s head popped out of her room. She stuck out her tongue. “In your dreams, shrimp. I have the best view. Your view sucks!”
“Who are you calling a shrimp, Brooke! You’re only an inch taller than me if not half!” I retorted returning the gesture, in a teasing sister fashion.
“So freaking what? That means I’m still taller than you and a year older than you!” She countered and duck back into her room. She had a point.
I rolled my eyes. “But that doesn’t mean you’re any wiser, doofus,” I called back, smirking.
Brooke’s head popped out again. “Don’t make me come in there and kick your sorry ass, Cassandra Annabelle Sparrow,” She challenged using my full name.
“Bring it, Brooke Theodore Sparrow,” I shot back, mimicking her just to drive her mad. I cried out as Brooke tackled me to the floor. We laughed and playfully punched each other, calling each other foul words like, “Bitch” and “Stupid whore.” We finally gave up, equaling each other in strength and stamina, giggling and laughing until it hurt to move.
“What’s going on up there?” Dad called from the bottom of the stairs. “Cassie. Brooke. You two better not be getting into a fight already. Remember our deal. As long as you two didn’t rough house, you can have your own rooms.”
“Yes sir,” we called back in unison and started cracking up again for reasons unknown. Yugi came out from underneath my bed once the coast was clear and settled himself in Brooke’s lap as we sat on my bedroom floor. It was going to be weird not sharing a room like we did when we lived down in sunny San Diego, California. There our father owned a small Condon with only two bedrooms, one bathroom, a study and the rest had been a combination of a kitchen and a living room. It was small, but cozy.
“So what do you think school will be like tomorrow?” I inquired reaching out to pet Yugi on the head as he sat comfortably in my sister’s lap. Yugi purred under my touch.
Brooke brushed her black and white stripped hair out of her chocolate brown eyes. She smirked. “I dunno, but I bet you anything we’re going to be the star attraction tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes. “Probably.”
Brooke snorted. “You think these small town morons has ever seen a pair of emo girls before?” she wondered out loud. She gave Yugi a shove out of her lap, making him stumble forward.
He meowed in annoyance at her and hopped onto my unmade bed where he curled up in a tight ball. I laughed. “What a lazy kitty,” I remarked randomly. I turned to my sister. “I don’t know. Maybe. Well,” I started climbing to my feet and making my way over to the pile of unpacked boxes piled up in the corner, “we better unpack and get somewhat organized for tomorrow. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very interesting day.”
Brooke shrugged and got to her feet. “Yeah,” she said. “Probably the most interesting things this stupid little town has seen is us.”
She exited the room and headed back to her own to unpack as well. I hummed a toneless song, sorting out through my junk, pulling out huge posters of Yu-Gi-Oh; Duel Monsters with Yami and Seto Kaiba on them, and my endless supply of books, most of them being fantasy novels about werewolves, vampires, faeries and what not. I walked over to the my stereo which was already conveniently set up on my desk. “Sweet,” I said as I turned it on, and popped into a Paramore CD and hit play. I blared the music. Shortly after I could hear Linkin Park blasting from Brooke’s stereo in the other room trying to over ride mine. So it was a music war she wanted, eh?
I put on the sound woofers and turned it up to full blast. We were lucky we didn’t have any neighbors or else the police would be getting calls by now, complaining about the ruckus. Our music was so loud, we couldn’t even hear our father yelling at us to turn it down. How he managed to keep his hair black without getting any white hairs was beyond me.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off near my ear. I groaned, reaching over to the desk, trying to shut it off. My hand fumbled over the wooden surface desperately trying to find the source of the noise, The further I reached, the closer I came to the edge of my bed. “Oof.”
I landed in a pile of blankets on top of me. I twisted and turned trying to release myself from my warm cozy cocoon. I heard Dad footsteps coming up the stairs. Boy, he was a early raiser. He knocked on both of our doors. It was all a part of the routine on school days.
“Brooke. Cassie. Time to get up and moving. You got school today,” he reminded us, briefly, before heading back down the stairs to make breakfast.
I finally broke free and tossed aside the blankets. I stood to my feet and glared irritated at the still beeping black and purple alarm clock. How in the world did it get all the way on the other side of my desk? I wondered, pushing the off button. I stripped down to my undies and threw on a clean bra before rummaging through my wardrobe, finding something comfortable to wear. I choose to wear a purple and black stripped long sleeve shirt, pulling a black Fall Out Boy t-shirt over it and slide into a pair of baggy black pants with purple straps hanging off of the pant legs.
I opened my door and met Brooke out in the hallway. She had decided to wear a black and white checkered tank top over a black tunic with a pink three quarter sleeve shirt under that and a pair of super baggy black capris. We smirked at one another and raced each other for the bathroom.
“Hey, move out of the way, fatso,” Brooke snapped as we got stuck in the doorway.
“Why don’t you move your oversize booty, Brooke!” I retorted back, pulling through first. “Jeez, have you been gaining weight lately or what?”
Brooke growled rummaging through the cabinet for our make up. She started applying mascara. “Shut up. Like you’re one to talk, Cassie,” she drawled back. “You weigh at least one pound heavier than me. Hypocrite.”
I snorted, running a brush through my shoulder length raven hair with thin streaks of neon blue through it. To be truthful, neither Brooke or I were fat. We were both the average weight for girls our age. We were perfectly fine the way we were. “Wrist cutter,” I muttered underneath my breath.
“Hey! I heard that!” Brooke snapped, kicking me in the butt, nearly making me smear my brown eye shadow.
“Watch it! You’re going to ruin my make up,” I complained, snatching the mascara from her after she was done.
She rolled her eyes putting on her trademark black lipstick. She chapped it. “Oh, quit you’re bellyaching, Cass,” she said fixing her boyishly short hair with it’s thick streaks of white through it. Most of it hung in her eyes, while the rest barely reach past her ears with it’s huge dangling vibrant pink hoops. She winked. “Beside you’re pretty enough without make up.”
I laughed, placing a white lacey headband in my hair. “Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, sis,” I teased, lightly pushing her as we walked out of the bathroom. “I already know I’m cuter than a button.”
She laughed with me. “Keep telling yourself that, Cass. Just keep telling yourself that.”
“Hey!”
“Good morning,” Dad declared in a sing song voice as we trotted into the kitchen. The air smelled of freshly cooked bacon and eggs sizzling in the pan on the stove top. “How’s my two lovely daughters this morning?”
We both rolled our eyes at him. We grabbed what we wanted to drink from the refrigerator, a tall glass of orange juice, and waited for Dad to finish putting the final touches on our plates. “Thanks Dad,” we replied in unison and took our seats around the dinner room table and quickly ate, having minutes to spare before running out the door for school.
Brooke grabbed the car keys off the kitchen counter as I raced upstairs to grabbed our backpacks from our rooms. “Bye Dad!” we shouted, heading out the door.
He followed us onto the front porch. “Byes, girls. Brooke, you be careful driving,” he called after us in a fatherly tone. He was trying to make up for the lack of our mother not being there. He watched us climb into the Mercedes. “Have a good day at school!!”
Brooke put the car into reversed and back down the driveway, carelessly. I grabbed onto the bar handle above the passenger door or as we liked to refer it as the “holy shit” handle. She turned around on the road and put the car into drive, speeding off toward the highway. She was definitely way over the speed limit. Finding Fork’s high school wasn’t too hard. It was right off the highway and kind of stuck out like a sore thumb against the greenery. Brooke swerved onto the exit, jerking us around in our seats.
“How that stupid instructor ever past you is beyond me!” I complained loudly, scrambling out of the car once we made it to school, alive. I wanted so to kiss the ground and thank God for still being in one piece after such a terrifying experience. “Brooke, you are the crappiest driver on the face of the Earth!”
Brooke snorted at my ranting, locking the car and shoving the keys into the pocket of her oversized Full Mental Alchemist sweater. “Well sorry, I can’t please you with my crappy driving, your highness,” she seethed, rolling her eyes and stalking past me. I reluctantly followed, readjusting the straps of my Emily the Strange backpack.
I noticed the parking lot was already full of cars, most of them like ours, used and straight off the lot of a commercial dealer just looking for money. We past a shiny brand new Volvo.
“Well, some one certainly has money,” I commented eyeing the silver car. It out shined our beautiful Mercedes any day.
“Yeah, but I bet it’s a gas hog,” Brooke remarked smirking, pasting a group of students, who stopped their conversation instantly, gawking our way.
Great, we’re already drawing attention, I thought my eyes flickering from them to the front of me. Brooke held back at laugh at my aggravated thoughts.
“Hey morons! Stop gawking or else a crow is going to come along and peck out your eyes,” she called over to the groups of kids, alarming them. “What? You’ve never seen a pair of emos before? Jeez, stop staring- Yeah, you better walk away before I come over there and start pissing ya off even more.”
I blew a strand of hair out of my face. “Good job, Brooke,” I said with a condensing giggle. “Get us on the top of everybody’s must avoid at all costs lists before the day even begins.”
Brooke laughed, ignoring the curious and dirty looks we were getting from the rest of the student body as we walked across the campus to the main building. “Aye, that is cost of a great and terrible curse,” she stated nonchalantly in a funny Irish accent, opening the door and stepping into the main office.
A woman with frizzy red hair sat at a desk. “Can I help you?” the lady asked looking up. At once her eyes bulged at the very sight of us. “Oh my.”
“Hi, I’m Cassandra Sparrow and this is my sister, Brooke Sparrow. We just moved here yesterday,” I introduced ourselves politely pretending not to notice the sudden suspicious stare crossing the woman’s face. “We’re here for our schedules.”
“Oh right, you’re schedules,” the lady said pausing her investigation of us, searching the draws for our files. “What did you say your names were again?”
I held a patient smile, hearing Brooke grunt behind me, her thoughts saying, Oh please. The old hag is having a brain fart already from our strangeness. I can tell this is going to be a freaking` lousy day. Might as well say we’re witches to say if she doesn’t croak from sheer shock!
I shot Brooke a look and rolled my eyes turning to the woman, hoping she found our schedules, so we could get the heck out of here. She handed me the schedules and two other slips of papers. I narrowed my eyes at them. “What’s this for?”
“It’s for each of your teachers to sign,” the lady explained running over the information quickly, hoping we would get the gests of it. “Come back here and hand it in at the end of day. Say, are you girls twin, you look so much ali-.”
“We’re not twins,” Brooke and I replied exactly at the time. I sounded polite while Brooke sounded like a bitch about it. We both hated being confused for twins, but Brooke hated it more. She usually flipped people off for it, but I’m glad she held her middle finger in check.
“Oh. I see,” the woman said surprised at our quick reflex. She smiled warily. “Well, have a nice day then, girls.”
“You too,” I said walking out the door behind my sister.
“Gawd, what is with people and thinking we’re twins. It’s so annoying,” Brooke fumed, taking her schedule from me. “Freaking great, I got Biology first period. Why about you, Cassie?”
“I got English,” I replied, scanning down the page while we walked. Again I could feel the curious and shocked stares of those around us. I didn’t pay them much heed though. “What about second period?”
We compared our schedules. “That’s funny,” Brooke grumbled, taking my schedule from me. “We don’t have any classes together. We usually have at least one class together.”
“Well, we have lunch together,” I pointed out, taking it back and folding it for safe keeping in one of the many pockets on my pants.
“If you can count that as a class,” Brooke muttered obviously disappointed.
“Well, at least we’ll be able to talk to one another for one whole period without getting interrupted by any stupid teachers,” I said looking on the bright side of things.
Brooke sighed, running her black lacey cut-off fingered gloves through her hair pulling it out of her eyes for a brief second before letting it fall back in its proper place. “Yeah. I guess.”
The bell rang saying first period was about to start. “Well, see ya later, sis!” I exclaimed hugging my sister. “Until lunch!”
Brooke nodded and then we went our separate ways; one off to biology and the other off to English.
Navigating the open aired campus wasn’t too hard considering it’s design was similar to the one back in San Diego. I just followed some kids talking about the English assignment that was due today. One of them complained about forgetting to finish it and how the teacher was so going to toast his sorry butt for not remembering. I laughed inward. The kid looked like a serious meathead, so it made me feel all warm inside.
As soon as I stepped into the room, everything seemed to grow quiet. All eyes seemed to fasten on me. I ignored it and walked over to the teacher’s desk. She was busy at the computer. I placed the signature slip on her desk. “Um, excuse ma’am,” I started cautiously, hoping not to catch her off guard. If me interrupting her didn’t catch the little old lady off guard, my appearance certainly would. It captivated the entire class, that was for sure.
The teacher looked up, her dark eyes widened. “Are you the new student who just transferred in?” Her wrinkled eyes scrutinized me.
I wanted to roll my eyes. “Yup, that’s me,” I stated instead nonchalantly. “Cassandra Sparrow at your service.”
She chuckled at my respond. “My, My. You’re certainly a strange one, aren’t you?” she inquired signing the slip and handing it back to me.
I shrugged, not caring. “Yeah, people tell me that all the time. It’s not like I don’t know it myself,” I said. “I’m just weird like that.”
The English teacher laughed again. “Quite a strange one indeed.” She smiled in spite of herself. This was a teacher I was going to get along with just fine. “It’s about time we got some one lively in our mists. Why don’t you take a seat next to Angela near the windows,” she said gesturing to the back of the class.
I smirked. Good, I got the window seat. I walked over to a timid looking girl with a empty desk next to her. I caught the row’s behind her attention: a pixie like girl with black hair that stuck in every direction and a lanky boy with unruly bronze hair. Correction, the table behind me has the window seat. The lucky bastards.
I took a seat next to the girl named Angela. “Hi, my name is Cassandra Sparrow,” I introduced myself being politely.
Angela looked up. “I’m Angela Weber,” she introduced herself, regarding me, warily. “It’s nice to meet you, Cassandra.”
I took off my jacket and draped it over the edge of the chair. “Please, call me, Cassie. I like that better,” I stated and caught the gaze of both the boy and girl behind me. I smiled politely, nodding toward them in acknowledgement. A warning went off inside my head, telling me something wasn’t right with those two. I turned slightly in my chair, so I could examine them from the corner of my eye without being rude. I continued to talk with Angela, making it appear natural.
Those two, each of their eyes were a strange shade of topaz. Bags hung underneath their bizarre eyes standing out against their perfectly sculpted faces, making their horribly white facial features seem more pronounce, more inhuman. They looked like they were made by Michelangelo, made of marble instead of flesh and blood. Plus they had this strange aurora around them that instantly repelled other beings anywhere near them. Rather than that, they were absolutely breath taking. More beautiful than any of the models I’d ever seen in the teen magazines.
Both of their facial expression were of indifference to anyone around, even to each other. It was just plain, flat out strange. I turned around fully in my seat to face the board, but suddenly felt the sensation of having two pair of eyes burrowing into the back of my head. I stiffened slightly, but brushed it off.
The rest of the class, I couldn’t entirely shake the feeling of being watched. It became hard to concentrate by the end, but I somehow managed not to turn around and snap at them for staring. Of course other kids kept stealing glance at me as well. It was like they never seem a bloody Goth in their entire lives!
When the bell rang, relief washed over me. I let out a sigh of air that I hadn’t realize I had been holding and followed Angela out the door, by that time the strange inhumanly beautiful girl and guy had fled the classroom quicker that you could say, “emo” seven times in a row.
Next was French. Goody gum-drops, my favorite subject. I was a sucker for all things French as much as I was for all Italian things. I took my seat in the back of the room after having the teacher sign my slip. Again the students couldn’t take their eyes off of me throughout the course of the class. It went on like that for the rest of the day.
Once lunch rolled around, I was starving, about ready to eat an entire cow. I followed the rest of the kids in my health class to the cafeteria since I had no clue where it was. It so conveniently turned out I shared my sixth period class with another strange pair of abnormally pale locals. A tall lanky boy, whose blonde hair went down to his shoulders and a seriously built guy with a head of thick curly dark hair. Their strange golden eyes reminded me of the kids in my first period English. They too had the beautiful angelic facial features and deep bluish purple bags underneath their eyes.
Their names were Emmett Cullen and Jasper Hale. I had been seated right between them in the back of the room. Lovely. So basically I was on edge all period long thanks to their bizarreness, but it wasn’t too bad as it had been in first period. I actually talked to the big guy, mostly asking questions about the school and other things I might need to know. He seemed nice enough, but there was just something not right about him or his so-called adopted brother.
“So you guys live with foster parents?” I inquired raising an eyebrow. What happened to their real parents? Then again they looked old enough to be college students instead of high school seniors.
“Yep. Carsile and Esme Cullen took us in when we were younger,” Emmett said. I suppose he wanted to put the emphasis on the younger part. “Carsile works over at the hospital, so if you ever end up there just tell him you know me.”
I smirked. “Right! I’ll remember that next time I crack my head open on something,” I replied sarcastically. Emmett laughed along with me. I turned to Jasper. He hadn’t said one word the entire period. He just walked along like a bump on the log. “Hey, what’s up with you? How come you don’t talk? Don’t like newbie’s?”
Jasper glanced over my way, his eyes obviously reflecting something close to annoyance. “I’ll see you in lunch, Emmett,” was his respond before gracefully leaving us to enter into the building.
I blinked puzzled. What did I do to deserve that?
“Don’t worry about him,” Emmett replied noticing the confusion on my face. “He’s like that with all strangers.”
I smiled. “I see. You know he kind of reminds me of a person I use to hang out with back in San Diego. He didn’t like talking either,” I mused off handedly. “We called him the wall shadow. He used to get so pissed when we called him that.”
Emmett laughed. I snickered too, my eyes scanning the heads of students surrounding us, looking for my sister. I spotted her up leaning against the wall of the brick building with her arms folded in front of her, giving anybody who stared the evil eye. I sighed in disbelief. Jasper also reminded me of my sister.
“Well, there’s my sister,” I said pointing her out to Emmett. “Being the lone wolf as usual.”
He followed my finger. “Are you two twins?” he inquired his eyes flickering from me to her slump profile.
I shook my head. “Nope and if you ask her that she’ll gouge out your eyes with a spork,” I remarked giving him a warning ahead of time so he didn’t unleash the wrath of Brooke upon us all. “She hates it when we’re mistaken for twins.”
Emmett laughed again. Obviously my corky personality amused him. “I’ll do my best to remember that,” he said in his deep gruff voice. “See ya later, Cassie. I have to go catch up with Jasper and the rest of my siblings.”
“Okay,” I said heading off on my own, maneuvering through the crowds away from the muscle head. I wanted to see if I could surprise my sister. No such luck as soon as I even neared her, she immediately picked up my waves. She lifted her head, brushing her hair out of her eyes. There went my plan of scaring her silly. “Hey Brooke, what’s up? How‘s your day been?”
Brooke grunted and shot a couple of kids whispering near us, a death glare. “Shitty,” she grumbled and followed me as I headed for the entrance. “People keep wanting to know if I’m, like, mentally deranged or something because of how I dress.”
“You should be use to that,” I stated nonchalantly, opening the door. I shot a couple of preps a twisted grin, making them step back letting us through. “We use to get those same stares back at home.”
Brooke sighed, knowing I was right. “Yeah, but at least we were in a group back then,” she pointed out, her tough guy act slipping. “Do you realize there isn’t a single goth on this whole entire campus? It’s, like, made up of freaking farmer kids and stuck up snotty bitches.”
I nodded, strolling across the long white room, looking for a open table. “Yeah, I noticed that too.” I found one near the other side of the room. It wasn’t far from Emmett’s and his siblings table. They were already seated with trays full of untouched food in front of them. I wondered why they weren’t eating. Maybe the food’s crappy. I caught Emmett’s eye and waved. He gave me a friendly wave back before going back to staring off into space. His mouth moving quickly talking to his other siblings without directly looking at them. A blonde hair beauty sat next to him, her eyes shot me a glare. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what was with her. I noticed that the two strange kids from my first period was sitting with them as well. Emmett said something about them being related to them as well. I think their names were Edward and Alice. What funky names. Names that should belong to your grandparents, not modern day teenagers, but then again there was something not entirely right with those kids anyway. Of course people say that about my family and we’re a bunch of crackpots!
“I guess this town doesn’t breed freaks,” I commented dryly, my eyes roaming over the busy lunch room.
“I don’t know about that. Check out that table,” Brooke said nodding over toward the Cullens. “They all got food, but aren’t eating it. What’s up with that?”
I shrugged. I thought it was strange too. “I don’t know. Four of them are in some of my classes.” I jerked my head their way. “The seriously buff dude and the tall blonde guy are in my health class, and twig girl and the bronze wonder are in my English class.”
“Really? None of them are in any of my classes,” Brooke murmured as we walked toward the lunch line. It was freaking long, both of them.
“Yet,” I corrected, holding up my finger. “We still have two periods to go, remember?”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah,” she stated while we waited. “At least you have some interest looking kids. All I get is Miss Stuck Up Bitch and her little cohorts. Not to mention that sad excuse of a human being over there.”
I gave my sister a questioning look. “Who?”
She jerked her head in a specific direction. Her face scrunched up in disgust. “See that table over there, not too far away from us,” she whispered, keeping her voice low. “The one with all the idiots clustered around it.”
I nodded. “Yeah? What about it?”
“See the girl wearing a shirt that is way too tight with her love handles hanging out,” she muttered. “That’s Lauren and the girl next to her is Jessica. They’re both wannabe Paris Hiltons and they’re in my math class and English class. The sad looking girl next to them is Isabella Swan, I guess they call her Bella or something. If you ask me it sounds like something a frog makes before it croaks. I have her in every single one of my classes and God help me, I don’t kick her sorry ass by the end of the day.”
I raised an eyebrow. It was true. Isabella or whatever her name was, was a sad, pitiful looking brunette, wearing a pale blue button-up and a pair of jeans. “Why? What does she do that pisses you off so much?”
“Well, for one she’s a follower and you know how much that bugs the hell out of me, and second, I’m paired up with the whiny bitch in English along with Lauren and Jessica. She wants to base our research project on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.”
Now it was my turn to scrunched up my face. “Ew.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Brooke grumbled rolling her eyes again as the line moved along. “Lauren and Jessica are going along with it, just using her for that big nerdy brain of hers. It’s basically called ‘let one person do all the work and we benefit from it.’”
“So are you going to take your share of the work?”
“Hell no. I rather go dumpster diving than learn about Shakespeare.” Brooke hated English with a passion that could fuel ten NASA rocket ships.
Lunch went by quickly. Too quickly. We both groaned, knowing we would go our separate ways once more. We were kind of glad nobody decided to invite us over to their table. I didn’t doubt that they were glad we didn’t ask to sit with anyone.
I waved good-bye to Brooke and headed toward Biology. It was in the building next door. I noticed the girl called Bella trudging ahead of me. My sister said she was pitiful and by George, she looked like it too, but being the nice person I was, I went over and talked to her. I got bored real easily if I didn’t have some one to talk to.
“Hi,” I greeted, startling the brunette into staring wide eye. Her sad brown eyes analyzed me from head to toe. “I’m Cassie. I just moved here.”
“Hi,” she said cautiously, stepping away like I had the plague or something. “I’m Bella.”
I fought back a laugh. Brooke was right. Her name really did sound a like frog dying. “Hi Be~lla!” I said having fun pronouncing her name. “It’s nice to meet you. What class do you have next?”
Bella seemed hesitant in answering. “Biology.”
“Really? Cool! I have that too,” I replied still grinning like an idiot. “Mind showing me the way?”
“No,” she muttered her eyes glancing around. She sounded disappointed. It was then I noticed that she had a strange aurora around her too. It was deep and engulfing like a black hole swallowing everything. I started to fell sick to my stomach just being around her. Was she always this depressed?
“You’re not a very happy person, are you?” I asked bluntly, startling her as we walked quietly across campus.
“What?” She seemed almost offended by my assumption.
I shrugged, off handedly. “Well… you seem so down like the whole world is going to swallow you up or something.” I made a face when she glanced toward the side, engrossed in deep thought; she didn’t want to talk to me. “Hey, come on! Cheer up! I know life sucks at times, but its not like it’s out to get ya.”
Bella’s eyes flickered toward me, a agitated look crossed her face. “Oh really? How would you know?” she spat, acid hanging off her words, glaring at me from the corner of her eyes. She sped up, hurrying off trying to leave me in the dust. She tripped on a crack in the sidewalk in her haste and fell flat on her face.
I heard myself laughing in dismay. I guess karma was against her. I walked up and knelt down, beaming like an idiot. “You’re pretty clumsy too, I see,” I remarked, watching her curse under her breath. I extended out an helping hand. “Here, let me help you up.”
Bella glared at me. “I don’t need help getting onto my own two feet,” she snarled. Man, she wasn’t friendly as far as I could tell.
“Is there a problem, Bella?” A deep velvet voice demanded scaring the crap out of me, whirling around to find the boy from my first period English standing in front of us. His topaz orbs stared intently at Bella in the sort of way a boyfriend would look at his girlfriend, but in an more in-depth feeling.
Bella was relieved to see his gorgeous face. “There’s nothing wrong here, Edward,” she said as he helped her to her feet. I noted how careful he was with her, like she was made of glass.
Okay, that’s weird, I thought suspiciously, eyeing the inhuman Edward. There was just something I couldn’t put my finger on. He wasn’t normal or human. I had been engrossed in my own thoughts when I caught Edward eyes burrowing into mine.
I raised an eyebrow. “What?” He didn’t say anything at first, his brow furrowed as if trying to figure something out, frustrated most likely. It appeared we were both studying each other intensely. Funny how that happens.
“Well, we should get going. Bella and I can’t be late for class,” he stated subtly, choosing his words carefully.
I rolled my eyes, hoisting my backpack onto my shoulder once more. It kept slipping off. “I know,” I stated bluntly. “Biology, right?” He gave me an raised eyebrow. I sighed. “I’m have it too this period,” I added, starting to walk. “In fact I was asking Be~lla if she could show me the way before she klutz out.”
Edward’s face remained guarded. “I see.” Oh, good grief. Did I look dangerous to him or something? Together we walked the rest of the way to Biology. Well, Bella and I had to jog to keep up with Edward’s brisk pace.
“So it’s Edward, right?” I asked as we entered the warm building. His topaz eyes flashed to me. “You’re Emmett’s and Jasper’s brother? They’re in my Health class.”
Edward nodded. “Yes, they’ve told me about you in lunch,” he stated warily. “They said you’re quite the character.”
So? Something wrong with being original? “Yep, that’s me, but I’m sure you would have figured that out from being in English with me,” I pointed out, feeling Bella’s wavering eyes on me as well. He raised an eyebrow, not registering what I was saying. “I sit right in front of you and your sister.”
“Ah yes,” Edward said remembering. “It’s certainly not hard to spot you in this group. You rather stick out well.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I have been doing that way too much lately. “I get that a lot. People think my sister and I are pretty weird,” I remarked, stepping foot into the class. I turned to Bella. “You know Brooke, right? She’s in your English class. I think she said something about being paired up with you and two other girls for some kind of project.”
Again she was reluctant to comply. “Yeah, she’s in my class,” she said softly, cautiously wording herself. “She looks just like you. Are you two twins?”
I shook my head. Third time today. “Nope and if you ask her that she’ll gouge out your eyes with a spork,” I replied, feeding her the same line I gave Emmett earlier. Bella’s eyes widened in horror. My grin twisted into a full out laugh. “Kidding! She wouldn’t really do that. She might cuss you out and crap, but she’s not that violent! Sheesh, lighten up, it was only joke.”
Bella and Edward frowned at my immaturity. I threw them a crocked smile before making my way over to the Biology teacher. He looked up from his desktop, his eyes widening behind glasses. Yep, I seemed to be getting that reaction a lot lately.
“Hello, I’m the new student, the name’s Cassandra Sparrow and crap like that,” I rambled off, smirking. I knew the routine by now as he signed the piece of paper in front of him and handed it back to me. “So where do I sit?”
His eyes scanned the room looking for an empty seat at one of the benches. “You’ll sit next to Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan,” he instructed finding no other spot.
I turned to the two teens near the back. They both looked like they wanted to die. “Oh goody,” I stated plainly and headed over to my seat. I felt Bella’s and Edward disapproving gazes on me. I lifted my head and waved at them, smiling like an idiot. They both looked away at the exact same time and pretended I didn’t exist for the rest of the class. What a lovely group I had. Not!!
I was thankful when gym came along. I wasn’t too bad at gym. In fact I called it my distressing period. We were playing badminton and guess who was in my gym class? If you guessed Bella and Edward, you would be right. Lucky me!!
We were paired up into teams and I ended up with the bronze wonder. Woo-hoo. And Bella ended with some jock named, Mike Newton. During the tournaments Edward and I kept as far away from each other as the court would allow. We stayed on our own sides, hitting the birdie whenever it came over to one of us. To be truthfully, we made an awesome team. We ground our opponents into dust till they wept in defeat. Okay, they didn’t really weep, but it was funny watching them get frustrated not being able to penetrate our iron defenses.
Relief came with the last bell of the day. I raced to the locker room and changed quickly out of my sweaty gym clothes, put on some disorient, and changed back into my regular clothes. I grabbed my bag and headed up the stairs, existing the building ready to go home. I was greeted with rain drops spluttering at my feet. It had been cloudy all day, but I thought for sure it was going to hold off till later tonight to rain. I guess not. Within minutes it started to down pour.
I sighed. “Great.” This was definitely a change from California’s dry, sunny weather. I didn’t know if I could get use to it always raining.
“Hey, you’re that new kid, right?” A voice came from behind me. I turned around. It was that jock, Mike Newton. “Cassandra…” He paused trying to think of my last name. “…Sparkler?”
“Cassandra Sparrow,” I corrected, “but just call me Cassie for both of our sakes.”
Mike Newton eagerly nodded. If I didn’t know better I’d think he might actually have a tiny crush on me. Ew. A jock having a crush on me?! How come that sounded so wrong on so many levels?
“Okay,” Old Mikey boy said going with it. “I’m Mike Newton. You’re in both my French class, Biology class, and Gym class.” Obviously, but I didn’t realize he was in any of my other classes.
“Apparently,” I stated underneath my breath, starting to feel awkward. I heard someone snicker off to the side. I turned to see Bella sneering my way. I fought the urge to flip her off, but I noticed her boyfriend, Eddy, was with her, staring my way. He had that puzzled, annoyed look on his face again when his unusual gaze landed on me. What was up with that?
“You have a sister, right? Brooke? She’s in my English class fifth period,” he babbled. “You guys aren’t twins, are you?”
Oh great, the twin question again. Now I didn’t mind being asked if Brooke and I were mistaken for twins, but when it’s the fourth or fifth time that day, then it gets underneath my skin. “No, we’re not twins,” I muttered, pulling up my hood, stepping out into the down pour. Kids were already running for their cars and heading out. I scanned for my sister and our blue Mercedes.
“You and Cullen were pretty awesome in gym,” Old Mikey boy raved skipping around in conversation, following me. “I’ve never seen a team get beaten so badly. You mind being my partner next time? I think we would definitely kick some serious butt together.”
Not in your wildest dreams, I thought grimacing at the very idea. “I’ll think about it,” I murmured and waved over to Brooke as she strolled down the sidewalk, obviously doing the same thing I was, trying to shake off some dead weight. It was that girl, Brooke couldn’t stand. The prep. Wasn’t her name Jessica or something?
“So I was thinking we should all go over to Bella’s house and work on the project together,” she chirped, obnoxiously. “Lauren and I thought of this great idea of playing out a small section of Romeo and Juliet for the presentation.”
Brooke gritted her teeth. “Not on your life,” she growled, stopping the prep dead in her tracks.
“Excuse me?” she demanded defensively. “What did you just say?”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “You heard me, dead beat. You three douche bags can do whatever the hell you want, but count me out. I am totally against the idea of researching the lamest play to have ever existed on the face of the earth. Just call me when you guys are done, `kay?”
With that Brooke brushed her off like yesterday’s garbage and headed over to me. “Bitches, I tell you,” she stated loud enough for the infuriated prep to hear. She smirked, turning to see Jessica stalk away. “The only way to get rid of them is to piss them off to hell.”
I laughed. “I can see that and I totally agree.” I waved to Mike. “See ya tomorrow, Mikey Boy!”
Mike Newton gawked after his new found nickname, standing completely frozen on the sidewalk like a statue. I think his jaw dropped to the ground. I cackled loudly as we walked through the parking lot, catching everybody’s attention. Brooke rolled her eyes at me muttering, “Crazy hyperactive sister” on our way over to the car.
Author’s note: Yalo, it’s me. The insane humble writer, Moonlight Angel! Sorry, it took me so long to repost my twilight fan fiction. I hope everyone isn’t too pissed at me! I really am sorry!! *hides behind a shield, prepared to pelted by rotten vegetables* Well, I’ve started posting up the old chapters as I said I would, so I hope you guys enjoy them while I work on some new ones. Until then, enjoy the rest of the fan fiction!! Peace out!!
Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weirdsville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.
Warning: This is not a friendly Bella Edward f an. In fact the pairing won’t be anywhere in here what so ever, so for Bella fans, forget get it!! I utterly loath the character with a fiery passion and I will do everything in my power to bash, torture, scotch, beat and other wise ground Bella Swan’s weak character into dust, so please, no flames! I do not accept flames and if I find any flames, I will immediately delete them. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. It’s that simple, but the rest of you who enjoy my work, please feel free to sit back and enjoy the ride!!(^_^)
Chapter One
The Arrival: Meet The Emo Sisters
(Cassie’s POV)
“Ah. Here we are, girls,” Dad announced rejoicing, pulling up in front of a small quaint looking two story home with a wrap around porch, solemnly position in the middle of a random meadow. It’s brightly pastel blue siding stood out from the background of greenery and rain surrounding it. Up above the dark clouds poured down rain like there was no tomorrow, making the house’s vacant windows look all the more lonely.
“So we’re living in this crap whole, all the way out in Timbuktu?” My seventeen year old sister, Brooke, wanted to know in disgust. Her black lips pulling at the corners into a scowl of disapproval.
“Oh, come now, Brooke. It’s not that bad. It’s only a fifteen minute drive to town and this is the perfect place where I can finally get in tune with my creative side,” Dad replied always looking on the positive side of things. Good for him at least.
Brooke snorted in disagreed, but only said, “Whatever” not in the mode to argue. She kicked open our blue Mercedes’ passenger door and stepped out into the rain. “Let’s get this over with,” she grumbled.
I sighed, stroking the silky back of our black cat, Yugi, sharing my sister’s sentiments. The lazy ball of fur in my lap yawned a big kitty yawn and stretched out once more. I lifted him up in my arms, draping my Emily the Strange jacket around him, “Okay, buster. Out we go,” I said, opening the car door and following my sister’s example. I climbed the smooth newly built steps of the porch and stood in front of the French doors, hesitantly. I turned to see our dad handing Brooke a few bags, we hadn’t trusted the movers with. I suspected all the rest was already inside since the movers were suppose to have come the day before.
I waited for our dad to open the door. He was the only one with a key right now. He was going to make each of us one once we got settled in our new environment. Yugi meowed lazily in my arms and started to squirm a bit. He didn’t like being held for a long period of time. He was in a full out spasm when Dad finally inserted the key into the lock and opened the door.
The moment I stepped in, I immediately dropped him. Yugi landed on all fours and sniffed around, skeptical. He lifted his tiny pink nose high in the air, saying it was too homey for his taste. I laughed and gave him the look, “You’re such a snotty little cat, you know that?”
He meowed in respond and headed up the stairs, seeming to already know his way around. I laughed and headed back outside to help unload the rest of our bags. It didn’t take long since we didn’t pack much. Most had already been brought up before we arrived.
The interior was more welcoming than the outside. The family room right off the main hallway had been painted a warm burgundy matching with our café colored love seat and couch. A black antique coffee table sat in the middle of the room in front of the couch on a Oriental rug. A huge flat screen plasma TV was hung on the right wall with care, facing the rest of the room for everyone’s viewing pleasure. Lamps with fringed shades were scattered around the room on deep oak corner tables. A huge oil painting our father did from when he spent his summer in Naples, Italy hung above the couch.
Just off the family room we could see the study where our father was heading to set up his computer and other various ideal technology for his writing. Brooke and I left him to do that while we strolled up the stairs to check out our rooms. We discovered that most of the house was painted in a warm shade of red, our father’s favorite color; even the upstairs where there were three bedrooms and one bathroom, which was just fine unless you had a mad dash for it in the morning like Brooke and I always did throughout the course of the school year.
Much to our amazement and shock we both had separate rooms for the first time in our lives. We glanced at each other and hurried to claim our bedrooms. They were right next to each other, but we both wanted the best view into the backyard. Our dad got his master bedroom. I got the bedroom on the right wing of the house, facing the side yard.
“Hah! I got the best view, Brooke,” I called out from the doorway, simpering like an idiot.
Brooke’s head popped out of her room. She stuck out her tongue. “In your dreams, shrimp. I have the best view. Your view sucks!”
“Who are you calling a shrimp, Brooke! You’re only an inch taller than me if not half!” I retorted returning the gesture, in a teasing sister fashion.
“So freaking what? That means I’m still taller than you and a year older than you!” She countered and duck back into her room. She had a point.
I rolled my eyes. “But that doesn’t mean you’re any wiser, doofus,” I called back, smirking.
Brooke’s head popped out again. “Don’t make me come in there and kick your sorry ass, Cassandra Annabelle Sparrow,” She challenged using my full name.
“Bring it, Brooke Theodore Sparrow,” I shot back, mimicking her just to drive her mad. I cried out as Brooke tackled me to the floor. We laughed and playfully punched each other, calling each other foul words like, “Bitch” and “Stupid whore.” We finally gave up, equaling each other in strength and stamina, giggling and laughing until it hurt to move.
“What’s going on up there?” Dad called from the bottom of the stairs. “Cassie. Brooke. You two better not be getting into a fight already. Remember our deal. As long as you two didn’t rough house, you can have your own rooms.”
“Yes sir,” we called back in unison and started cracking up again for reasons unknown. Yugi came out from underneath my bed once the coast was clear and settled himself in Brooke’s lap as we sat on my bedroom floor. It was going to be weird not sharing a room like we did when we lived down in sunny San Diego, California. There our father owned a small Condon with only two bedrooms, one bathroom, a study and the rest had been a combination of a kitchen and a living room. It was small, but cozy.
“So what do you think school will be like tomorrow?” I inquired reaching out to pet Yugi on the head as he sat comfortably in my sister’s lap. Yugi purred under my touch.
Brooke brushed her black and white stripped hair out of her chocolate brown eyes. She smirked. “I dunno, but I bet you anything we’re going to be the star attraction tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes. “Probably.”
Brooke snorted. “You think these small town morons has ever seen a pair of emo girls before?” she wondered out loud. She gave Yugi a shove out of her lap, making him stumble forward.
He meowed in annoyance at her and hopped onto my unmade bed where he curled up in a tight ball. I laughed. “What a lazy kitty,” I remarked randomly. I turned to my sister. “I don’t know. Maybe. Well,” I started climbing to my feet and making my way over to the pile of unpacked boxes piled up in the corner, “we better unpack and get somewhat organized for tomorrow. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very interesting day.”
Brooke shrugged and got to her feet. “Yeah,” she said. “Probably the most interesting things this stupid little town has seen is us.”
She exited the room and headed back to her own to unpack as well. I hummed a toneless song, sorting out through my junk, pulling out huge posters of Yu-Gi-Oh; Duel Monsters with Yami and Seto Kaiba on them, and my endless supply of books, most of them being fantasy novels about werewolves, vampires, faeries and what not. I walked over to the my stereo which was already conveniently set up on my desk. “Sweet,” I said as I turned it on, and popped into a Paramore CD and hit play. I blared the music. Shortly after I could hear Linkin Park blasting from Brooke’s stereo in the other room trying to over ride mine. So it was a music war she wanted, eh?
I put on the sound woofers and turned it up to full blast. We were lucky we didn’t have any neighbors or else the police would be getting calls by now, complaining about the ruckus. Our music was so loud, we couldn’t even hear our father yelling at us to turn it down. How he managed to keep his hair black without getting any white hairs was beyond me.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off near my ear. I groaned, reaching over to the desk, trying to shut it off. My hand fumbled over the wooden surface desperately trying to find the source of the noise, The further I reached, the closer I came to the edge of my bed. “Oof.”
I landed in a pile of blankets on top of me. I twisted and turned trying to release myself from my warm cozy cocoon. I heard Dad footsteps coming up the stairs. Boy, he was a early raiser. He knocked on both of our doors. It was all a part of the routine on school days.
“Brooke. Cassie. Time to get up and moving. You got school today,” he reminded us, briefly, before heading back down the stairs to make breakfast.
I finally broke free and tossed aside the blankets. I stood to my feet and glared irritated at the still beeping black and purple alarm clock. How in the world did it get all the way on the other side of my desk? I wondered, pushing the off button. I stripped down to my undies and threw on a clean bra before rummaging through my wardrobe, finding something comfortable to wear. I choose to wear a purple and black stripped long sleeve shirt, pulling a black Fall Out Boy t-shirt over it and slide into a pair of baggy black pants with purple straps hanging off of the pant legs.
I opened my door and met Brooke out in the hallway. She had decided to wear a black and white checkered tank top over a black tunic with a pink three quarter sleeve shirt under that and a pair of super baggy black capris. We smirked at one another and raced each other for the bathroom.
“Hey, move out of the way, fatso,” Brooke snapped as we got stuck in the doorway.
“Why don’t you move your oversize booty, Brooke!” I retorted back, pulling through first. “Jeez, have you been gaining weight lately or what?”
Brooke growled rummaging through the cabinet for our make up. She started applying mascara. “Shut up. Like you’re one to talk, Cassie,” she drawled back. “You weigh at least one pound heavier than me. Hypocrite.”
I snorted, running a brush through my shoulder length raven hair with thin streaks of neon blue through it. To be truthful, neither Brooke or I were fat. We were both the average weight for girls our age. We were perfectly fine the way we were. “Wrist cutter,” I muttered underneath my breath.
“Hey! I heard that!” Brooke snapped, kicking me in the butt, nearly making me smear my brown eye shadow.
“Watch it! You’re going to ruin my make up,” I complained, snatching the mascara from her after she was done.
She rolled her eyes putting on her trademark black lipstick. She chapped it. “Oh, quit you’re bellyaching, Cass,” she said fixing her boyishly short hair with it’s thick streaks of white through it. Most of it hung in her eyes, while the rest barely reach past her ears with it’s huge dangling vibrant pink hoops. She winked. “Beside you’re pretty enough without make up.”
I laughed, placing a white lacey headband in my hair. “Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, sis,” I teased, lightly pushing her as we walked out of the bathroom. “I already know I’m cuter than a button.”
She laughed with me. “Keep telling yourself that, Cass. Just keep telling yourself that.”
“Hey!”
“Good morning,” Dad declared in a sing song voice as we trotted into the kitchen. The air smelled of freshly cooked bacon and eggs sizzling in the pan on the stove top. “How’s my two lovely daughters this morning?”
We both rolled our eyes at him. We grabbed what we wanted to drink from the refrigerator, a tall glass of orange juice, and waited for Dad to finish putting the final touches on our plates. “Thanks Dad,” we replied in unison and took our seats around the dinner room table and quickly ate, having minutes to spare before running out the door for school.
Brooke grabbed the car keys off the kitchen counter as I raced upstairs to grabbed our backpacks from our rooms. “Bye Dad!” we shouted, heading out the door.
He followed us onto the front porch. “Byes, girls. Brooke, you be careful driving,” he called after us in a fatherly tone. He was trying to make up for the lack of our mother not being there. He watched us climb into the Mercedes. “Have a good day at school!!”
Brooke put the car into reversed and back down the driveway, carelessly. I grabbed onto the bar handle above the passenger door or as we liked to refer it as the “holy shit” handle. She turned around on the road and put the car into drive, speeding off toward the highway. She was definitely way over the speed limit. Finding Fork’s high school wasn’t too hard. It was right off the highway and kind of stuck out like a sore thumb against the greenery. Brooke swerved onto the exit, jerking us around in our seats.
“How that stupid instructor ever past you is beyond me!” I complained loudly, scrambling out of the car once we made it to school, alive. I wanted so to kiss the ground and thank God for still being in one piece after such a terrifying experience. “Brooke, you are the crappiest driver on the face of the Earth!”
Brooke snorted at my ranting, locking the car and shoving the keys into the pocket of her oversized Full Mental Alchemist sweater. “Well sorry, I can’t please you with my crappy driving, your highness,” she seethed, rolling her eyes and stalking past me. I reluctantly followed, readjusting the straps of my Emily the Strange backpack.
I noticed the parking lot was already full of cars, most of them like ours, used and straight off the lot of a commercial dealer just looking for money. We past a shiny brand new Volvo.
“Well, some one certainly has money,” I commented eyeing the silver car. It out shined our beautiful Mercedes any day.
“Yeah, but I bet it’s a gas hog,” Brooke remarked smirking, pasting a group of students, who stopped their conversation instantly, gawking our way.
Great, we’re already drawing attention, I thought my eyes flickering from them to the front of me. Brooke held back at laugh at my aggravated thoughts.
“Hey morons! Stop gawking or else a crow is going to come along and peck out your eyes,” she called over to the groups of kids, alarming them. “What? You’ve never seen a pair of emos before? Jeez, stop staring- Yeah, you better walk away before I come over there and start pissing ya off even more.”
I blew a strand of hair out of my face. “Good job, Brooke,” I said with a condensing giggle. “Get us on the top of everybody’s must avoid at all costs lists before the day even begins.”
Brooke laughed, ignoring the curious and dirty looks we were getting from the rest of the student body as we walked across the campus to the main building. “Aye, that is cost of a great and terrible curse,” she stated nonchalantly in a funny Irish accent, opening the door and stepping into the main office.
A woman with frizzy red hair sat at a desk. “Can I help you?” the lady asked looking up. At once her eyes bulged at the very sight of us. “Oh my.”
“Hi, I’m Cassandra Sparrow and this is my sister, Brooke Sparrow. We just moved here yesterday,” I introduced ourselves politely pretending not to notice the sudden suspicious stare crossing the woman’s face. “We’re here for our schedules.”
“Oh right, you’re schedules,” the lady said pausing her investigation of us, searching the draws for our files. “What did you say your names were again?”
I held a patient smile, hearing Brooke grunt behind me, her thoughts saying, Oh please. The old hag is having a brain fart already from our strangeness. I can tell this is going to be a freaking` lousy day. Might as well say we’re witches to say if she doesn’t croak from sheer shock!
I shot Brooke a look and rolled my eyes turning to the woman, hoping she found our schedules, so we could get the heck out of here. She handed me the schedules and two other slips of papers. I narrowed my eyes at them. “What’s this for?”
“It’s for each of your teachers to sign,” the lady explained running over the information quickly, hoping we would get the gests of it. “Come back here and hand it in at the end of day. Say, are you girls twin, you look so much ali-.”
“We’re not twins,” Brooke and I replied exactly at the time. I sounded polite while Brooke sounded like a bitch about it. We both hated being confused for twins, but Brooke hated it more. She usually flipped people off for it, but I’m glad she held her middle finger in check.
“Oh. I see,” the woman said surprised at our quick reflex. She smiled warily. “Well, have a nice day then, girls.”
“You too,” I said walking out the door behind my sister.
“Gawd, what is with people and thinking we’re twins. It’s so annoying,” Brooke fumed, taking her schedule from me. “Freaking great, I got Biology first period. Why about you, Cassie?”
“I got English,” I replied, scanning down the page while we walked. Again I could feel the curious and shocked stares of those around us. I didn’t pay them much heed though. “What about second period?”
We compared our schedules. “That’s funny,” Brooke grumbled, taking my schedule from me. “We don’t have any classes together. We usually have at least one class together.”
“Well, we have lunch together,” I pointed out, taking it back and folding it for safe keeping in one of the many pockets on my pants.
“If you can count that as a class,” Brooke muttered obviously disappointed.
“Well, at least we’ll be able to talk to one another for one whole period without getting interrupted by any stupid teachers,” I said looking on the bright side of things.
Brooke sighed, running her black lacey cut-off fingered gloves through her hair pulling it out of her eyes for a brief second before letting it fall back in its proper place. “Yeah. I guess.”
The bell rang saying first period was about to start. “Well, see ya later, sis!” I exclaimed hugging my sister. “Until lunch!”
Brooke nodded and then we went our separate ways; one off to biology and the other off to English.
Navigating the open aired campus wasn’t too hard considering it’s design was similar to the one back in San Diego. I just followed some kids talking about the English assignment that was due today. One of them complained about forgetting to finish it and how the teacher was so going to toast his sorry butt for not remembering. I laughed inward. The kid looked like a serious meathead, so it made me feel all warm inside.
As soon as I stepped into the room, everything seemed to grow quiet. All eyes seemed to fasten on me. I ignored it and walked over to the teacher’s desk. She was busy at the computer. I placed the signature slip on her desk. “Um, excuse ma’am,” I started cautiously, hoping not to catch her off guard. If me interrupting her didn’t catch the little old lady off guard, my appearance certainly would. It captivated the entire class, that was for sure.
The teacher looked up, her dark eyes widened. “Are you the new student who just transferred in?” Her wrinkled eyes scrutinized me.
I wanted to roll my eyes. “Yup, that’s me,” I stated instead nonchalantly. “Cassandra Sparrow at your service.”
She chuckled at my respond. “My, My. You’re certainly a strange one, aren’t you?” she inquired signing the slip and handing it back to me.
I shrugged, not caring. “Yeah, people tell me that all the time. It’s not like I don’t know it myself,” I said. “I’m just weird like that.”
The English teacher laughed again. “Quite a strange one indeed.” She smiled in spite of herself. This was a teacher I was going to get along with just fine. “It’s about time we got some one lively in our mists. Why don’t you take a seat next to Angela near the windows,” she said gesturing to the back of the class.
I smirked. Good, I got the window seat. I walked over to a timid looking girl with a empty desk next to her. I caught the row’s behind her attention: a pixie like girl with black hair that stuck in every direction and a lanky boy with unruly bronze hair. Correction, the table behind me has the window seat. The lucky bastards.
I took a seat next to the girl named Angela. “Hi, my name is Cassandra Sparrow,” I introduced myself being politely.
Angela looked up. “I’m Angela Weber,” she introduced herself, regarding me, warily. “It’s nice to meet you, Cassandra.”
I took off my jacket and draped it over the edge of the chair. “Please, call me, Cassie. I like that better,” I stated and caught the gaze of both the boy and girl behind me. I smiled politely, nodding toward them in acknowledgement. A warning went off inside my head, telling me something wasn’t right with those two. I turned slightly in my chair, so I could examine them from the corner of my eye without being rude. I continued to talk with Angela, making it appear natural.
Those two, each of their eyes were a strange shade of topaz. Bags hung underneath their bizarre eyes standing out against their perfectly sculpted faces, making their horribly white facial features seem more pronounce, more inhuman. They looked like they were made by Michelangelo, made of marble instead of flesh and blood. Plus they had this strange aurora around them that instantly repelled other beings anywhere near them. Rather than that, they were absolutely breath taking. More beautiful than any of the models I’d ever seen in the teen magazines.
Both of their facial expression were of indifference to anyone around, even to each other. It was just plain, flat out strange. I turned around fully in my seat to face the board, but suddenly felt the sensation of having two pair of eyes burrowing into the back of my head. I stiffened slightly, but brushed it off.
The rest of the class, I couldn’t entirely shake the feeling of being watched. It became hard to concentrate by the end, but I somehow managed not to turn around and snap at them for staring. Of course other kids kept stealing glance at me as well. It was like they never seem a bloody Goth in their entire lives!
When the bell rang, relief washed over me. I let out a sigh of air that I hadn’t realize I had been holding and followed Angela out the door, by that time the strange inhumanly beautiful girl and guy had fled the classroom quicker that you could say, “emo” seven times in a row.
Next was French. Goody gum-drops, my favorite subject. I was a sucker for all things French as much as I was for all Italian things. I took my seat in the back of the room after having the teacher sign my slip. Again the students couldn’t take their eyes off of me throughout the course of the class. It went on like that for the rest of the day.
Once lunch rolled around, I was starving, about ready to eat an entire cow. I followed the rest of the kids in my health class to the cafeteria since I had no clue where it was. It so conveniently turned out I shared my sixth period class with another strange pair of abnormally pale locals. A tall lanky boy, whose blonde hair went down to his shoulders and a seriously built guy with a head of thick curly dark hair. Their strange golden eyes reminded me of the kids in my first period English. They too had the beautiful angelic facial features and deep bluish purple bags underneath their eyes.
Their names were Emmett Cullen and Jasper Hale. I had been seated right between them in the back of the room. Lovely. So basically I was on edge all period long thanks to their bizarreness, but it wasn’t too bad as it had been in first period. I actually talked to the big guy, mostly asking questions about the school and other things I might need to know. He seemed nice enough, but there was just something not right about him or his so-called adopted brother.
“So you guys live with foster parents?” I inquired raising an eyebrow. What happened to their real parents? Then again they looked old enough to be college students instead of high school seniors.
“Yep. Carsile and Esme Cullen took us in when we were younger,” Emmett said. I suppose he wanted to put the emphasis on the younger part. “Carsile works over at the hospital, so if you ever end up there just tell him you know me.”
I smirked. “Right! I’ll remember that next time I crack my head open on something,” I replied sarcastically. Emmett laughed along with me. I turned to Jasper. He hadn’t said one word the entire period. He just walked along like a bump on the log. “Hey, what’s up with you? How come you don’t talk? Don’t like newbie’s?”
Jasper glanced over my way, his eyes obviously reflecting something close to annoyance. “I’ll see you in lunch, Emmett,” was his respond before gracefully leaving us to enter into the building.
I blinked puzzled. What did I do to deserve that?
“Don’t worry about him,” Emmett replied noticing the confusion on my face. “He’s like that with all strangers.”
I smiled. “I see. You know he kind of reminds me of a person I use to hang out with back in San Diego. He didn’t like talking either,” I mused off handedly. “We called him the wall shadow. He used to get so pissed when we called him that.”
Emmett laughed. I snickered too, my eyes scanning the heads of students surrounding us, looking for my sister. I spotted her up leaning against the wall of the brick building with her arms folded in front of her, giving anybody who stared the evil eye. I sighed in disbelief. Jasper also reminded me of my sister.
“Well, there’s my sister,” I said pointing her out to Emmett. “Being the lone wolf as usual.”
He followed my finger. “Are you two twins?” he inquired his eyes flickering from me to her slump profile.
I shook my head. “Nope and if you ask her that she’ll gouge out your eyes with a spork,” I remarked giving him a warning ahead of time so he didn’t unleash the wrath of Brooke upon us all. “She hates it when we’re mistaken for twins.”
Emmett laughed again. Obviously my corky personality amused him. “I’ll do my best to remember that,” he said in his deep gruff voice. “See ya later, Cassie. I have to go catch up with Jasper and the rest of my siblings.”
“Okay,” I said heading off on my own, maneuvering through the crowds away from the muscle head. I wanted to see if I could surprise my sister. No such luck as soon as I even neared her, she immediately picked up my waves. She lifted her head, brushing her hair out of her eyes. There went my plan of scaring her silly. “Hey Brooke, what’s up? How‘s your day been?”
Brooke grunted and shot a couple of kids whispering near us, a death glare. “Shitty,” she grumbled and followed me as I headed for the entrance. “People keep wanting to know if I’m, like, mentally deranged or something because of how I dress.”
“You should be use to that,” I stated nonchalantly, opening the door. I shot a couple of preps a twisted grin, making them step back letting us through. “We use to get those same stares back at home.”
Brooke sighed, knowing I was right. “Yeah, but at least we were in a group back then,” she pointed out, her tough guy act slipping. “Do you realize there isn’t a single goth on this whole entire campus? It’s, like, made up of freaking farmer kids and stuck up snotty bitches.”
I nodded, strolling across the long white room, looking for a open table. “Yeah, I noticed that too.” I found one near the other side of the room. It wasn’t far from Emmett’s and his siblings table. They were already seated with trays full of untouched food in front of them. I wondered why they weren’t eating. Maybe the food’s crappy. I caught Emmett’s eye and waved. He gave me a friendly wave back before going back to staring off into space. His mouth moving quickly talking to his other siblings without directly looking at them. A blonde hair beauty sat next to him, her eyes shot me a glare. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what was with her. I noticed that the two strange kids from my first period was sitting with them as well. Emmett said something about them being related to them as well. I think their names were Edward and Alice. What funky names. Names that should belong to your grandparents, not modern day teenagers, but then again there was something not entirely right with those kids anyway. Of course people say that about my family and we’re a bunch of crackpots!
“I guess this town doesn’t breed freaks,” I commented dryly, my eyes roaming over the busy lunch room.
“I don’t know about that. Check out that table,” Brooke said nodding over toward the Cullens. “They all got food, but aren’t eating it. What’s up with that?”
I shrugged. I thought it was strange too. “I don’t know. Four of them are in some of my classes.” I jerked my head their way. “The seriously buff dude and the tall blonde guy are in my health class, and twig girl and the bronze wonder are in my English class.”
“Really? None of them are in any of my classes,” Brooke murmured as we walked toward the lunch line. It was freaking long, both of them.
“Yet,” I corrected, holding up my finger. “We still have two periods to go, remember?”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah,” she stated while we waited. “At least you have some interest looking kids. All I get is Miss Stuck Up Bitch and her little cohorts. Not to mention that sad excuse of a human being over there.”
I gave my sister a questioning look. “Who?”
She jerked her head in a specific direction. Her face scrunched up in disgust. “See that table over there, not too far away from us,” she whispered, keeping her voice low. “The one with all the idiots clustered around it.”
I nodded. “Yeah? What about it?”
“See the girl wearing a shirt that is way too tight with her love handles hanging out,” she muttered. “That’s Lauren and the girl next to her is Jessica. They’re both wannabe Paris Hiltons and they’re in my math class and English class. The sad looking girl next to them is Isabella Swan, I guess they call her Bella or something. If you ask me it sounds like something a frog makes before it croaks. I have her in every single one of my classes and God help me, I don’t kick her sorry ass by the end of the day.”
I raised an eyebrow. It was true. Isabella or whatever her name was, was a sad, pitiful looking brunette, wearing a pale blue button-up and a pair of jeans. “Why? What does she do that pisses you off so much?”
“Well, for one she’s a follower and you know how much that bugs the hell out of me, and second, I’m paired up with the whiny bitch in English along with Lauren and Jessica. She wants to base our research project on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.”
Now it was my turn to scrunched up my face. “Ew.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Brooke grumbled rolling her eyes again as the line moved along. “Lauren and Jessica are going along with it, just using her for that big nerdy brain of hers. It’s basically called ‘let one person do all the work and we benefit from it.’”
“So are you going to take your share of the work?”
“Hell no. I rather go dumpster diving than learn about Shakespeare.” Brooke hated English with a passion that could fuel ten NASA rocket ships.
Lunch went by quickly. Too quickly. We both groaned, knowing we would go our separate ways once more. We were kind of glad nobody decided to invite us over to their table. I didn’t doubt that they were glad we didn’t ask to sit with anyone.
I waved good-bye to Brooke and headed toward Biology. It was in the building next door. I noticed the girl called Bella trudging ahead of me. My sister said she was pitiful and by George, she looked like it too, but being the nice person I was, I went over and talked to her. I got bored real easily if I didn’t have some one to talk to.
“Hi,” I greeted, startling the brunette into staring wide eye. Her sad brown eyes analyzed me from head to toe. “I’m Cassie. I just moved here.”
“Hi,” she said cautiously, stepping away like I had the plague or something. “I’m Bella.”
I fought back a laugh. Brooke was right. Her name really did sound a like frog dying. “Hi Be~lla!” I said having fun pronouncing her name. “It’s nice to meet you. What class do you have next?”
Bella seemed hesitant in answering. “Biology.”
“Really? Cool! I have that too,” I replied still grinning like an idiot. “Mind showing me the way?”
“No,” she muttered her eyes glancing around. She sounded disappointed. It was then I noticed that she had a strange aurora around her too. It was deep and engulfing like a black hole swallowing everything. I started to fell sick to my stomach just being around her. Was she always this depressed?
“You’re not a very happy person, are you?” I asked bluntly, startling her as we walked quietly across campus.
“What?” She seemed almost offended by my assumption.
I shrugged, off handedly. “Well… you seem so down like the whole world is going to swallow you up or something.” I made a face when she glanced toward the side, engrossed in deep thought; she didn’t want to talk to me. “Hey, come on! Cheer up! I know life sucks at times, but its not like it’s out to get ya.”
Bella’s eyes flickered toward me, a agitated look crossed her face. “Oh really? How would you know?” she spat, acid hanging off her words, glaring at me from the corner of her eyes. She sped up, hurrying off trying to leave me in the dust. She tripped on a crack in the sidewalk in her haste and fell flat on her face.
I heard myself laughing in dismay. I guess karma was against her. I walked up and knelt down, beaming like an idiot. “You’re pretty clumsy too, I see,” I remarked, watching her curse under her breath. I extended out an helping hand. “Here, let me help you up.”
Bella glared at me. “I don’t need help getting onto my own two feet,” she snarled. Man, she wasn’t friendly as far as I could tell.
“Is there a problem, Bella?” A deep velvet voice demanded scaring the crap out of me, whirling around to find the boy from my first period English standing in front of us. His topaz orbs stared intently at Bella in the sort of way a boyfriend would look at his girlfriend, but in an more in-depth feeling.
Bella was relieved to see his gorgeous face. “There’s nothing wrong here, Edward,” she said as he helped her to her feet. I noted how careful he was with her, like she was made of glass.
Okay, that’s weird, I thought suspiciously, eyeing the inhuman Edward. There was just something I couldn’t put my finger on. He wasn’t normal or human. I had been engrossed in my own thoughts when I caught Edward eyes burrowing into mine.
I raised an eyebrow. “What?” He didn’t say anything at first, his brow furrowed as if trying to figure something out, frustrated most likely. It appeared we were both studying each other intensely. Funny how that happens.
“Well, we should get going. Bella and I can’t be late for class,” he stated subtly, choosing his words carefully.
I rolled my eyes, hoisting my backpack onto my shoulder once more. It kept slipping off. “I know,” I stated bluntly. “Biology, right?” He gave me an raised eyebrow. I sighed. “I’m have it too this period,” I added, starting to walk. “In fact I was asking Be~lla if she could show me the way before she klutz out.”
Edward’s face remained guarded. “I see.” Oh, good grief. Did I look dangerous to him or something? Together we walked the rest of the way to Biology. Well, Bella and I had to jog to keep up with Edward’s brisk pace.
“So it’s Edward, right?” I asked as we entered the warm building. His topaz eyes flashed to me. “You’re Emmett’s and Jasper’s brother? They’re in my Health class.”
Edward nodded. “Yes, they’ve told me about you in lunch,” he stated warily. “They said you’re quite the character.”
So? Something wrong with being original? “Yep, that’s me, but I’m sure you would have figured that out from being in English with me,” I pointed out, feeling Bella’s wavering eyes on me as well. He raised an eyebrow, not registering what I was saying. “I sit right in front of you and your sister.”
“Ah yes,” Edward said remembering. “It’s certainly not hard to spot you in this group. You rather stick out well.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I have been doing that way too much lately. “I get that a lot. People think my sister and I are pretty weird,” I remarked, stepping foot into the class. I turned to Bella. “You know Brooke, right? She’s in your English class. I think she said something about being paired up with you and two other girls for some kind of project.”
Again she was reluctant to comply. “Yeah, she’s in my class,” she said softly, cautiously wording herself. “She looks just like you. Are you two twins?”
I shook my head. Third time today. “Nope and if you ask her that she’ll gouge out your eyes with a spork,” I replied, feeding her the same line I gave Emmett earlier. Bella’s eyes widened in horror. My grin twisted into a full out laugh. “Kidding! She wouldn’t really do that. She might cuss you out and crap, but she’s not that violent! Sheesh, lighten up, it was only joke.”
Bella and Edward frowned at my immaturity. I threw them a crocked smile before making my way over to the Biology teacher. He looked up from his desktop, his eyes widening behind glasses. Yep, I seemed to be getting that reaction a lot lately.
“Hello, I’m the new student, the name’s Cassandra Sparrow and crap like that,” I rambled off, smirking. I knew the routine by now as he signed the piece of paper in front of him and handed it back to me. “So where do I sit?”
His eyes scanned the room looking for an empty seat at one of the benches. “You’ll sit next to Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan,” he instructed finding no other spot.
I turned to the two teens near the back. They both looked like they wanted to die. “Oh goody,” I stated plainly and headed over to my seat. I felt Bella’s and Edward disapproving gazes on me. I lifted my head and waved at them, smiling like an idiot. They both looked away at the exact same time and pretended I didn’t exist for the rest of the class. What a lovely group I had. Not!!
I was thankful when gym came along. I wasn’t too bad at gym. In fact I called it my distressing period. We were playing badminton and guess who was in my gym class? If you guessed Bella and Edward, you would be right. Lucky me!!
We were paired up into teams and I ended up with the bronze wonder. Woo-hoo. And Bella ended with some jock named, Mike Newton. During the tournaments Edward and I kept as far away from each other as the court would allow. We stayed on our own sides, hitting the birdie whenever it came over to one of us. To be truthfully, we made an awesome team. We ground our opponents into dust till they wept in defeat. Okay, they didn’t really weep, but it was funny watching them get frustrated not being able to penetrate our iron defenses.
Relief came with the last bell of the day. I raced to the locker room and changed quickly out of my sweaty gym clothes, put on some disorient, and changed back into my regular clothes. I grabbed my bag and headed up the stairs, existing the building ready to go home. I was greeted with rain drops spluttering at my feet. It had been cloudy all day, but I thought for sure it was going to hold off till later tonight to rain. I guess not. Within minutes it started to down pour.
I sighed. “Great.” This was definitely a change from California’s dry, sunny weather. I didn’t know if I could get use to it always raining.
“Hey, you’re that new kid, right?” A voice came from behind me. I turned around. It was that jock, Mike Newton. “Cassandra…” He paused trying to think of my last name. “…Sparkler?”
“Cassandra Sparrow,” I corrected, “but just call me Cassie for both of our sakes.”
Mike Newton eagerly nodded. If I didn’t know better I’d think he might actually have a tiny crush on me. Ew. A jock having a crush on me?! How come that sounded so wrong on so many levels?
“Okay,” Old Mikey boy said going with it. “I’m Mike Newton. You’re in both my French class, Biology class, and Gym class.” Obviously, but I didn’t realize he was in any of my other classes.
“Apparently,” I stated underneath my breath, starting to feel awkward. I heard someone snicker off to the side. I turned to see Bella sneering my way. I fought the urge to flip her off, but I noticed her boyfriend, Eddy, was with her, staring my way. He had that puzzled, annoyed look on his face again when his unusual gaze landed on me. What was up with that?
“You have a sister, right? Brooke? She’s in my English class fifth period,” he babbled. “You guys aren’t twins, are you?”
Oh great, the twin question again. Now I didn’t mind being asked if Brooke and I were mistaken for twins, but when it’s the fourth or fifth time that day, then it gets underneath my skin. “No, we’re not twins,” I muttered, pulling up my hood, stepping out into the down pour. Kids were already running for their cars and heading out. I scanned for my sister and our blue Mercedes.
“You and Cullen were pretty awesome in gym,” Old Mikey boy raved skipping around in conversation, following me. “I’ve never seen a team get beaten so badly. You mind being my partner next time? I think we would definitely kick some serious butt together.”
Not in your wildest dreams, I thought grimacing at the very idea. “I’ll think about it,” I murmured and waved over to Brooke as she strolled down the sidewalk, obviously doing the same thing I was, trying to shake off some dead weight. It was that girl, Brooke couldn’t stand. The prep. Wasn’t her name Jessica or something?
“So I was thinking we should all go over to Bella’s house and work on the project together,” she chirped, obnoxiously. “Lauren and I thought of this great idea of playing out a small section of Romeo and Juliet for the presentation.”
Brooke gritted her teeth. “Not on your life,” she growled, stopping the prep dead in her tracks.
“Excuse me?” she demanded defensively. “What did you just say?”
Brooke rolled her eyes. “You heard me, dead beat. You three douche bags can do whatever the hell you want, but count me out. I am totally against the idea of researching the lamest play to have ever existed on the face of the earth. Just call me when you guys are done, `kay?”
With that Brooke brushed her off like yesterday’s garbage and headed over to me. “Bitches, I tell you,” she stated loud enough for the infuriated prep to hear. She smirked, turning to see Jessica stalk away. “The only way to get rid of them is to piss them off to hell.”
I laughed. “I can see that and I totally agree.” I waved to Mike. “See ya tomorrow, Mikey Boy!”
Mike Newton gawked after his new found nickname, standing completely frozen on the sidewalk like a statue. I think his jaw dropped to the ground. I cackled loudly as we walked through the parking lot, catching everybody’s attention. Brooke rolled her eyes at me muttering, “Crazy hyperactive sister” on our way over to the car.
Author’s note: Yalo, it’s me. The insane humble writer, Moonlight Angel! Sorry, it took me so long to repost my twilight fan fiction. I hope everyone isn’t too pissed at me! I really am sorry!! *hides behind a shield, prepared to pelted by rotten vegetables* Well, I’ve started posting up the old chapters as I said I would, so I hope you guys enjoy them while I work on some new ones. Until then, enjoy the rest of the fan fiction!! Peace out!!