Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of The Coin ❯ Talk About Flying Balls of Fury?! Awe Snap... ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not 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.

Chapter Five
Talk About Flying Balls of Fury!
Awe Snap…


(Cassie’s POV)

I stared out the window in despair watching puffball sized snowflakes come drifting down from the dark cloudy sky above as it consumed every inch of the horizon. The snow clump together in piles, clinging to the sidewalks, windows of the school buildings and cars alike, and the once freshly green grass. So this is what it must be like to live in a place where a sunny day was a rare phenomenon. The endless blabbering of Mrs. Scones, the Health teacher, drifted down from the front of the room. Like I was listening anyway. This morning I had awoken to the white stuff felling past my bedroom window. A rude wake up to anyone who lived in the sunny state of California where snow only existed on the movies set of Hollywood.

I turned around in my seat, facing the front just in time to catch Mrs. Scones announce something about a mid-semester project on the nine body systems. That was one thing about moving in the middle of the year I didn’t like. Either Brooke and I were way behind in one subject or way ahead in another. I had already taken Health class last year as a sophomore, so every topic that Mrs. Scones went over was a repeat. I guess that’s the benefit of having education in a state where regents reigned supreme and being on top of your personal academics meant everything.

Looks like I’m not the only one bored out of my wits, I thought spying Jasper and Emmett out of the corner of my eye. The two siblings were literally staring off into space, not taking interest in any of the facts coming out of the teacher’s mouth. I had been able to persuade Jasper to give up his window seat the week before, so I could get a chance to admire the stagnant view of Forks High gloomy parking lot. Let’s just say he was reluctant to comply. I had to give him my deadly puppy-dog eyes and did the “pretty please with sugar drops and whip cream on top.” I think I scared him. His entire face contorted into a painful looking expression with his nose wrinkled and his eyebrow raised and his mouth puckered up like a fish. He hasn’t been able to look at me the same since without making that face.

“Now I want all of you to pair up into groups of two to three,” Mrs. Scones explained, her beady eyes scanning around the room. Her hawk like nose and sharp defined features remained me of a vulture. A very blind vulture. She wore these thick square spectacles that amplified her small raisin eyes into humgo sized marbles.

“I shall have a hat up here with the names of each body system on a piece of paper. Once you’re done forming your groups, select a representative. They will then come up and pick out a body system for the group. You will show me your piece of paper and return to your group. I shall give you all of today’s class time and tomorrow’s to get your project started.” She stopped, her eyes flickering around the room, a shriveled smug grin spreading across her pale wrinkled face. “Alright begin.”

I turned to see Emmett and Jasper already debating on who was going up. Looks like I already had my group. “I’ll do it,” I volunteered. They froze and slowly turned to me, confusion written all over their faces. I blinked, suddenly feeling alienated. I titled my head to the side, cutely. “I am in your group, right?”

Emmett and Jasper exchanged wary glances. I puffed out my cheeks, narrowing my eyes at them with a raised eyebrow to boot. “Right?” I had nowhere else to go and they were the only people in the entire class I actually felt comfortable with. Even if they were bloodsucking vampires.

I watched as Jasper’s face did that thing again which made him look like he just ate a super sour piece of candy. Basically, the fish face. I could have laughed. Emmett smiled, nodding. “Sure. Of course. Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he chuckled.

Such a jolly giant. He wasn’t as muscled up as the werewolves in La Push though. Those fur balls were huge! Not to mention now I have my very own faithful big grinning puppy dog to look forward to next time Brooke and I planned on visiting the reservation.

I beamed back and stood up to make my way to the front of the room. Kids were giving me the “I can’t believe she’s teaming up with the Cullens” stares again. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity. I looked back toward the Cullen siblings sitting way in the back, far away from the rest of the chattering students. I sighed. I guess I could see why most kids steered clear of the unusually pasty white godlike students. They did look intimidating to those who weren’t used to the supernatural.

I leaned back against the teacher’s desk waiting for the rest of my peers to take their time picking out of a dingy looking baseball cap. I made a face when it came time for me to stick my hand into the ragged black and blue cap. I quickly snatched up a piece of paper, not bothering to take my time. I unfolded said slip and read its contents to myself. “Uh? Uh…” My face scrunched up in disgust.

“Well? What is your body system?” Mrs. Scones inquire haughtily, giving me the evil eye if I didn’t hurry up. Like there was anybody else waiting behind me! Her shriveled face creased more when her thick bushy eyebrows furrowed together, her basketball sized eyes narrowing on me. “Well? Miss Sparrow?”

I laughed nervously, placing a hand behind my head, glancing off to the side. “Um…” I swallowed dryly and muttered, “The female reproductive system.”

“Huh? I can’t hear you, Miss Sparrow,” The old bat stated, throwing me a sharp glance, impatiently. “What is your group’s body system?”

What is she? Deaf? I just said it. I guess Mrs. Old-Hag-Bag didn’t turn up her hearing aid this morning. “The female reproductive system,” I repeated a little louder.

“Please do speak up, Miss Sparrow,” the teacher demanded, taking off her glasses to clean them with a musty smelling rag. “I know you can be louder than that. I’ve heard you shouting to your friends outside of class.”

The heat in my already hot cheeks flared up. I clenched my fists, indignantly. All eyes were on the back of my head. Whispers and quiet giggles filled the stuffy class room. What was today? Pick on the Emo Girl Day? I slammed my piece of paper down on the desk in front of her.

“I said, ‘the female reproductive system’!” I practically shouted, glowering the old bat down. I wanted to add, “Is that loud enough for your deaf old ears?”, but being the respectful person I was, I held my tongue. Laughter broke out all over the room. My little scene caused an up roar from the rest of the class. Mrs. Scones must like making the new kid, especially some one as exotic as me, look like a complete and utter fool in front of her other students.

“Now. Now. There’s no need to shout, Miss Sparrow,” the old witch remarked smugly, writing down the system. “I heard you the first time.”

“W-What?!” I stammered. More laughter followed. I think my face reached a whole new level of red. Mrs. Scones was really trying my patience.

“And the members of your group?” Mrs. Scones asked indifferently, oblivious to the death rays I was sending her way.

I took a deep breath calming myself. No need to act like Brooke, even if my anger was righteously justified. Still I couldn’t help from clenching my teeth when I spoke. “Emmett Cullen and Jasper Hale,” I replied, this time making sure my voice was loud enough for the old bat’s ears to hear.

She finished writing and handed me back the slip of paper. An arrogant grin plastered itself to her wrinkled face, making the crows feet worse than what they already were. “Now. That’s wasn’t too bad, now was it, Miss Sparrow?” Mrs. Scones commented haughtily. “Just remember to be louder next time.”

I just wanted to scowl in disgrace. How could a grown-up, especially a well respected educator, act like such a bitch? Mrs. Scones played favorites. I knew that the moment I stepped into class on the first day, but still it pissed me off that some one could be so petty. I forced up a smile and nodded, quickly. “Sure thing, Mrs. Scones.”

I whirled around and trudged back to my seat all the way in the back where Emmett sat snorting. Note to self; Send a really bothersome spirit to haunt Mrs. Old Fart for the next three months.

I sighed, taking my seat, ignoring all the cocky stares I was getting. I turned to my group, shoving the embarrassing slip of paper their way. Emmett, the jolly giant, was still snorting. “Is she always like that?” I wanted to know, peevishly.

“Pretty much,” Jasper stated nonchalantly, bored out of his wits. Jeez, he was such a lifeless zombie.

Emmett smirked, picking up the slip of paper. “Excellent choice, my dear Cassie,” he boomed rejoicing. “We all should benefit from this project.”

“Uh… Emmett,” I muttered, reaching across to wave my hand in front of his chortling face. “Hello! There’s a girl in the group! You think I want to learn about something I already know all too well?”

“Then your insight as a female will be much appreciated in getting us a better score,” Jasper cut in smirking.

“Awe, so zombie boy actually has a personality,” I stated off handedly, giving Jasper one of my famous eye rolls. “And here I thought you were nothing, but a blank void underneath that pretty face.”

Jasper glared at me, blankly. “And why are you so moody today, Little Miss Sunshine?” he inquired. “What happened to that happy-go-lucky over hyperactive girl, we all know?”

I snorted, stretching out. “I’m not all sunshine and smiles, Jasper,” I remarked. “Even the hyperactive people have their days, especially,” I paused to shoot a glare toward the front of the room, “when a certain old hag decides to humiliate me in the front of the entire class.”

Emmett chuckled. “Don’t take it personal, Cassie,” he said in his deep booming voice. “She likes to do that to all who don’t meet her so-called standards.”

I sighed, grinning. “You’re right. Just another snotty teacher nobody likes,” I said snickering. Yeah, I had those in my old school in San Diego. No big surprise there.

Health passed by very slowly. It seemed an eternity until the bell ending fifth period rang, releasing everyone from their mundane classes for a period of recess. Lunch time. I gathered my books quickly, shrugged into my parka and followed Emmett and Jasper out the door. The chilled frosty wind nipped at my exposed cheeks, stinging my nose. I pulled my hood over my head and wrapped my coat around me tighter. Why did Forks have to be so cold? I missed the warm sunny weather of San Diego.

“In coming!”

Kerr-splat!!

“Wha?!” I stumbled back just in time when a gigantic snowball went whizzing past my head, my back arching like I was in one of those slow mode action scenes from The Matrix. “Whoa!” My feet slipped out from underneath me, my bottom crashing to the cold hard pavement. Stupid slippery sidewalks! “Ouch.”

I heard Emmett’s booming chuckle from above me. He and Jasper stopped turning to me. Emmett leant one of his large hands for me to grasp and pull myself off the sidewalk. Another snowball went flying past nearly nailing Jasper; it collided with some other poor unfortunate soul.

I groaned, rubbing my sore bottom. Today was just not my day. “Ow,” I moaned. “Great and I already damage my tail bone over the weekend. Now I won’t be able to sit right for a-.”

I stopped in mid-sentence to see a nerdy boy with an acne ridden face hobble by with a big ball of snow shoved halfway up his ass-crack. “Ow. Mommy. Ow,” he grumbled.

“What happened to you, Yorkie?” Mike wanted to know, jogging over to the poor pain inflicted nerd.

“I just learned why gay guys don’t walk straight,” Eric muttered, his redden face flushed as he reached around to pull said snowball out of his butt. “One of the football players thought they would get a riot-ow- out of shoving snowball up my butt-crack.”

Mikey Boy cringed. “Yow.” Just then Newton noticed my pale profile standing on the sideline. “Yo Cass! What’s up?” he called eagerly, practically skipping over! He tried to flash one of his award winning smiles my way. “Hey. How’s it hanging? ”

I mentally reminded myself not to grimace on the outside. “Hey there, Mikey Boy,” I said forcing a smile. “Pretty good. What happened to Eric?”

Mike laughed, his blue eyes sparkling brightly. “Who knows!” he exclaimed.

What a jerk! His friend gets an etyma and he’s too caught up in trying to flirt with me to even care. This is why I hate popular guys.

“Anyway.” He cleared his throat. “How do you like the snow? Must be a change from San Diego’s sunny weather.”

I rolled my eyes and started walking down the sidewalk again. I glanced around trying to find Emmett and Jasper, who suddenly became invisible, ditching me to chat with Old Mikey Pooh. I caught a glimpse of them, up near the cafeteria entrance. They were already with that one super model chick, which looked like she should be on the cover of a swimsuit magazine. I noticed Pixie girl joining them quickly, slinking up beside Jasper.

“It’s okay,” I muttered making a face, but then jumped ten feet into the air as a white projectile went whistling dangerously close past my face to splatter into Mikey Boy’s, sending him flying backward to land in a heap in the parking lot. I gawked in awe as the poor kid laid flat on his back with a huge clump of white stuff covering his baby face like icing on a cake.

“Bwuhahaha!” A familiar maniacal cackle echoed in the cold crisp frosty air.

“Hey! You could have hit me!” I shouted whirling around to see my sister’s simpering profile approaching us.

Brooke was dusting her hands off, smirking. “I know,” she stated in an off handed tone. She peered down at Newton and whistled and cackled loudly. “Damn, I didn’t think I hit him that hard!”

I frowned. “You’re enjoying the snow, aren’t you?”

Brooke smirked, placing her hands on her hips, her fierce brown eyes scanning the snow campus, observing the other students getting into their own snowball fights. Her usually pale complexion was a soft pint hue from the cold brushing against her face.

“Damn right I am!” she declared happily and bent down gathering up another deadly snow ball of doom.

“Traitor.” I puffed out my cheeks incredulously. Well, at least that makes one of us, I thought miffed.

She packed the snow together tightly. “This has got to be the coolest thing ever. We never got snow back at home,” she stated righting herself and scanned the horizon searching for another victim to pelt the freshly made snowball at.

“Uh… Brooke?” I inquired, stepping off the sidewalk to poke at Mikey Boy when he didn’t climb to his feet right away. He laid sprawled out on the rocky lightly dusted ground, no doubt seeing stars in his vision. “I think you killed him.” I shook his shoulder, gently. “Hello, Mikey Boy! Any common sense left in that brain of yours?”

Mike made a gurgle sound and murmured something like, “twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what… a-duh.” I snickered. Yep, I definitely didn’t think he was getting up any time soon.

“Chst, should I care?-AHA!” Finally she spied her intended target.

Uh-oh, I thought watching her face change from brooding to something more sinister. She’s got that evil diabolical grin of hers.

This couldn’t be good. Brooke drew back her hand, poised like a pitcher at the pitcher’s mound about ready to throw the winning curve ball at the World Series. In a flash of the eye she let that sucker ripped with a graceful swing of her arm. The snowball went hurtling through the air. An annoyingly high pitched screamed soon followed.

Jessica Stanley and company--Angela Weber, Lauren Prissy Pants, and the ever Miss Pessimistic of the Year, the world is going to come crashing down on my head, Be~lla Swan--stood paralyzed on the spot, her pink V-neck shirt now covered in white snow. The emotions that flickered across her face ranged from dumbstruck horror to bewilderment. Jessica’s gazed lifted to a triumphant cackling Brooke. Murder gleamed brightly in her depthless brown eyes, her pinked lipstick mouth agape. It was a pretty hilarious sight. Like Barbie getting a rude wake up call that she wasn’t the magical princess she once perceived herself to be, but just another ordinary plain Jane.

Jessica shot Brooke a warning glare and began molding her own sloppy arsenal of snowballs from a nearby diminutive snow bank. “You are so dead, Sparrow,” she snarled, ready to pummel my sister with giant white que-tips. They’re nothing like the hard packed snowballs Brooke could muster up.

Brooke snickered. “Am I now?” she retorted, sneering, bending down as well creating another solid compacted snowball. “I’m not the one walking around looking like another carbon copy of Brittany Go-Freaky Spears? What happened to your hair? Did you stick your finger in an electrical socket?”

That did it. That little sadistic comment sent Jessica right over the edge. I made it a good point, along with Angela and Bella, to hurry out of the way before the fur really started to fly. Lauren decided to stay behind and be Jessica’s back-up support in their little battle against my sister. Emo Girl of Chaos versus the Paris Hilton Clones. The epic battle of the decade!! Who will win and who will lose? Better yet, don’t answer that. It was hands down Brooke would no doubt come out on top as the victor. After all, my sister isn’t sane enough to back down when it’s two against one. As the fabulous sexy Jack Sparrow has said, “If I was sane, this probably wouldn’t work.”

“Hey Angela!” I exclaimed latching onto my friend from English class. I cast a side glance to the bump on the log next to her. A wired beam spreading across my face. God I loved this part. “Hi Be~lla!”

Bella scowled at my immaturity as I dragged Angela across the pavement grinning like a fiend. “Why do you do that?” she inquired obviously peeved.

I played dumb. “Do what?”

“Say my name like that,” she grumbled, while we walked. She was holding a binder, ready in hand, incase some of the other students decided to target her.

I simpered away like crazy. “Well… that is your name, isn’t it? Be~lla!” I demanded, toeing Angela down the sidewalk.

She struggled to keep up. “Uh… Cassie, can you not yank my poor arm out of place?”

“That is not what I mean,” Bella insisted fuming, narrowing her eyes, her brow creasing profoundly. “Why do you say it like that? Are you trying to annoy me to death?”

“Uh… Cassie. Seriously, my arm is… starting to hurt,” Angela whined shyly.

I shrugged, pretending to not actually know what she was ranting about. Now why would I do that? “Say it like what? You’re not making any sense,” I remarked. “And nobody is trying to annoy you to death! Nobody wants you pushing up daisies. Stop being so pessimistic. Maybe if you changed your mood a bit, karma wouldn’t come around and bite you in the butt!”

Bella stopped short. “What?!” she cried. “How dare you presume-?!”

Just then she was cut off when a snowball came whipping through the air and hit her right on in the side of her face, nearly knocking her over. It was then, followed by another and then another and another until Bella was a walking snowman, or her case a walking snowwoman with a basket case complex. If that wasn’t enough, a nerdy kid running away from an army of muscle-head football players, plowed into her, toppling both of them over, collapsing in a heap on the side lawn.

Angela and I gawked at the wreckage from the collision. I whistled impressed at my prediction. “Dang, your luck really does suck,” I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Oh my god!” the nerd boy exclaimed scrambling to his feet, frantically as Angela and I helped dig a battered and bruised Bella out of the snow pile. “I am so sorry Bella! I didn’t see you! I was running, trying to get away from the football players. I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? Are you okay? I am so sorry!”

“Ben, it’s okay. Really,” Bella stated through gritted teeth as we helped her to her feet. I wasn’t sure if it was out of indignation or pain. She shot me a malicious stare, accusing me with her eyes. I think I now knew what waving a red flag in a front of a bull meant. Me and my big mouth; but then again, it kind of was her fault for not paying attention to her surroundings.

I’m guessing now one of Bella’s mains goals was to stay away from me for being right about her negative karma. Hey, it wasn’t my fault she was such a basket case. I turned to leave the happy group to do whatever they wanted. I had to go save Brooke and I a table in the probably now crowded cafeteria, but then again, there were a lot of kids still hanging outside, having a jolly old time lobbing handmade balls of snow at each other.

By the time I staggered into the cafeteria I felt like I just scurried my way through a war torn battle zone, completely covered in bits and pieces of snow. I groaned. “Wow, talk about barely making it out alive,” I grumbled dusting myself off. I found our usual table near the mysterious Cullen Clan.

I sent them a friendly wave. “Hi dudes! What’s up?”

Emmett seemed to be the first to notice me. He waved openly. “Hey Cass,” he called. His siblings seemed reluctant to incline their heads my way. “Get caught up in the cross-fire I see.”

I laughed back, smirking. “You have no idea. How the hell were you guys able to avoid being targeted?!” I declared, strolling over. The other Cullens appeared to lean away from my very being at their usually quiet secluded table in the deserted corner of the cafeteria, warily observing me, in both disapproval and yet curiosity as to why I wanted to actually have a decent conversation with the most avoided teens in all of Forks High.

I tried wriggling my eyebrow, comically. “You absolutely must tell me your secret, darling,” I stated in a fake high class tone, which belonged in one of those corny nineteen seventies TV shows where the snob always sounded like she had nasal congestion. “I’m always looking for new ways of not being pummeled to death by dangerous blunt flying white balls of frozen H2O. I’m looking to preserve my almost none existent life before I reach the ripe old age of forty, and decide to move out to Hawaii after I retire from being a professional snowball dodger, and go fight vicious man eating adorable penguins for the rest of my life.”

I thought for sure that Emmett was going to roll over and explode into a millions of pieces of meat heads chunks. He tossed back his head, cracking up so hard he fell right out of his seat, hitting the poor defendless aluminum floor with a loud CRACK!!! His big bulky form accidentally left a huge vampire shaped dent in the floor, rolling around laughing his head off.

Suddenly the cafeteria grew abnormally quiet and still. Only the obnoxious thunderous roar of a nearly dying Emmett penetrated the flabbergasted atmosphere. Rosalie, or so I guessed Emmett’s super model girlfriend name was, and the rest of the Cullen crew, shot Emmett appalled glares for bringing all attention to their lonely little table on the edge of the world. The Bronze Wonder’s eyes went from Emmett to me so quickly, that I wouldn’t have caught the movement if I was a normal human. Pure frustration reflected brightly in them as he scanned my face, securitizing its grinning emo-ness.

“Killer penguins?” Edward questioned raising an eyebrow at my strangeness, breaking the silence at the table, trying to ignore all the curious stares they were suddenly getting. “Penguins live in Antarctic, not Hawaii. It’s too warm for them there.”

I puffed out my cheeks in dismay. What a spoil sport. “Fine! I’ll make it killer teddy bears then!” I exclaimed. “Happy now, party pooper?”

Edward looked back; shock, frustration, and most all of distaste coloring his godlike features. Rosalie gave me a death glare. Jasper just sighed in exasperation. He was getting used to my weird emo ways by now.

Alice stared at me, questionably. “But teddy bears are supposed to be cute and fluffy. They’re lovable. I don’t see how they be can accused of being menacing,” she stated confused by my wild tale.

I snickered, menacingly, creeping in, leaning on the table and pointing a finger at her. “Oh really? That’s what they want you to think,” I remarked in a low sinister ghostly voice. “They’re cute and cuddly on the outside, but on the insider they’re nothing but warped twisted little fiends that wait until the lights go off and everybody is asleep. They come out at night to molest innocent children in their sleep and plot nefarious schemes to take over the world one household at a time!”

Alice gawked at me, her bright ocher eyes widening disturbed at my out landaus theory. She became even paler than what she naturally was. Her jaw dropped, while eyes narrowed on me, freaked out. I think Jasper was the only one to roll his eyes. Of course, I think I even scared him too a bit.

“O-oh okay? Interesting theory,” Alice stammered, rapidly coiling back in her chair putting space between us.

I pulled back laughing at the tops of my lungs. My cackling wasn’t as half as loud as Brooke’s or as booming as Emmett’s, who was still rolling around on the floor, holding himself together from the massive hysterics threatening rip apart his aching sides.

“Kidding! Kidding,” I stated, waving my hand in front of me, chortling. “Man, you should see the look on your face. It’s priceless! As if teddy bears are really murderous little gremlins looking for world domination. That’s just plain ridiculous.”

Alice slowly turned to Jasper, utterly bewildered and pointed a quivering finger in my direction. “I-is she always like this?”

Jasper nodded, gravely. “Yes. Last week she hypothesized that chimpanzees were going to somehow, miraculously, find their way into NASA, steal one of their rocket ships and fly off to Mars to start their own jungle civilization.”

Rosalie, Alice, and Edward both eyed me, apprehensively. The laughing fits coming from Emmett had finally taken a turn for the better. His booming voice was the only sound that hung in the air around the uncomfortable atmosphere of the Cullen table. I sensed that they didn’t like my bizarre sense of humor.

Rosalie sighed, twisting in her seat to glare ominously at some poor passer-by. “Its official, this girl is beyond insanity,” she murmured quietly.

Edward coughed, clearing his throat. “Speaking of which? Where is that raging homicidal psychopathic sister of yours?” he wanted to know, absently, pretending to hold no real interest in the whereabouts of my crazy temperamental sibling. His seductive honey gaze scanning the cafeteria. “I have yet to hear her melodious voice come bellowing through the doors.”

I blinked twice. Why was Edward suddenly so interested in what Brooke might be doing? Or her case, what kind of mayhem she was trying to unravel on Forks’s supposedly peaceful school grounds. “Oh… Brooke… well… she’s….”

“Looking for mio?” inquired a gloating feminine, yet mischievous voice. All attention turned to find Brooke standing behind the seated figures of the Cullen kids, a triumphant grin spreading across her red flushed face. Clumps of frozen water clung to her rustled boyish hair cut, the heat from the on coming ventilation of the cafeteria already starting to melt the particles of snows away from her soggy clothes. She looked like she had been having the time of her life, pummeling the living day lights out of other students with her compacted snowballs of doom. Her dark brown eyes gleaming, vividly.

She smirked, wickedly and leaned toward the bronze wonder. “Awe, how sweet,” she cooed in a sugary sweet voice, grabbing his cheek and pinching it roughly. “Were you worried about little ol` me, pompous ass hole?”

Edward grimaced, leaning away. “Honestly no,” he seethed back, glowering and touching his cheek like he had just been violated. “In fact I was hoping to not see your absurd insane grin today.”

Brooke strained to keep her smile, which was slowly twisting itself into a conniving sneer. “Oh, that’s just too bad,” she retorted back, pulling away, reaching into her bag, “cause I made something for you.”
I sighed, sensing what was coming next. Unfortunately, I don’t think Eddie Boy caught the flash in her dark brown eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, incredulously. “You did?” he asked, stiffening slightly. “And what would that be? A shrunken head?”

Brooke rolled her eyes. “Even better,” she said off-handedly, pulling out a medium size dripping white object. Uh-oh…

“Eat snow, pretty boy!” With a manic cry, Brooke shoved said snowball into Edward’s face and smothered it all over his priceless gawking face.

Another silent spell was cast over the table and the entire cafeteria as Edward jerked out of the way, sputtering and gagging. He nearly fell out of his seat. A moment of shock radiated throughout the entire cafeteria, before an uproar of delighted laughter rose from the masses. All at poor Eddie boy’s expense, might I add.

Edward staggered out of his chair, suddenly. He sent death glares Brooke’s way. His face contorted in a perfect mask of malice. If he had hated her before, now he utterly loathed her.

“What is wrong with you? Have you gone insane?!” he bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the porcelain walls of the cafeteria shattering the softly conversing air, drawing everybody’s inquiring eyes even more to their table.

This serve only to encourage Brooke. “ Yep. And you just figured this out?” was her contemptuous reply. She gave the bronze wonder the bird, simpering wildly.

Edward’s eyes widened aghast. His face becoming even whiter than what it already was. His golden eyes darkened to a burnt gold color. “You are the most crude, self-centered, absurd, sadistic, unreasonable, outrageous, obtuse person I have ever met!”

Brooke smirked and gave an exaggerated bow. “Why thank you, dearest jack ass. I try my hardest to be.”

Oh boy, this isn’t going to end well, I thought frantically, glancing from the fuming Edward to my sneering sibling. They’re getting along worst than what they were last week!!

Edward’s jaw was strained, his hands clenched in fists of silent rage. “You-!” he snarled, his voice low and fatal, every visible muscle underneath his clothes tightening.

Alice jumped to her feet after her bright eyes had glazed over for a second. “Edward no!!” She held out a hand to stop him.

Brooke snorted, tagging me by the arm. “Come, sister dearest. Let us leave Mr. Temperamental to wallow in his humiliating defeat,” she stated light heartedly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me along. “I feel like celebrating. Let’s blow this Popsicle stand. I hear that the lunch line is handing out free ice cream sandwiches.”

“Brooke,” I seethed underneath my breath, shooting the Cullens an apologetic look, watching all of them move to restrain a growling, rigid Edward, who leered after my sister with quiet promises of slow painful deaths. Jasper, with the help of a now no more laughing Emmett, dragged the wrathful vampire out the side door, leaving the cafeteria in a stunned stillness.

After lunch’s confrontation, Eddie Boy wasn’t in either Biology or Gym. He had officially ditched the rest of the school day. I guess I couldn’t blame him. Especially after being so utterly and completely mortified by my insensitive wise ass sibling with her tendency of causing trouble. The last two periods of the seemingly long school day passed by at a turtle’s pace; Biology being a complete bore, especially with a still pissed off Bella, ignoring my very being, which was pretty much routine by now. She was probably still angry with the fact my statement of her negative attitude brought self-inflicted pains had been so successfully proven. Of course, I had my faithful golden haired idiot, Mikey boy, who had miraculously survived the blast to the head from one of Brooke’s snowballs of doom, to keep me company. In gym I played one-against-two odds in badminton. I still smoked the team I was playing against, turning out to be Mike and Bella. I didn’t know it was physically possible to give yourself a etyma with your own badminton racket until Bella somehow managed to shoved her racket halfway up her sulking butt after accidentally nearly lopping off poor Mike’s head when she went for the birdie.

That girl sure had rotten luck. It took the gym teacher and both of the school’s nurses to remove said racket. Let’s just say, Bella had to go the emergency room, howling in pain, with the fact she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for the next three weeks. Maybe she should look into harmonic meditation for the clearing of the mind. That usually helps clears anybody’s case of super back luck.


Brooke busted into a spastic fit of laughter. “You’ve got…. Hehehehehe… to be kidding me…*snort* How the hell do you that?!” she demanded through tears of pure irrational enjoyment later on when we had gotten home from school. Our dad had named himself our official cabbie for the remainder of the school year or at least until Brooke is off parole from last weekend’s mishap.

I stared, apathetic at my sibling as she rolled around on the floor, laughing so hard that she was balling her eyes out. “I am so happy you are enjoying yourself,” I stated and went back to reading, lying sprawled out on the couch in the living room.

Brooke snorted and rolled her eyes, giggling. She picked up the remote and started surfing through the endless channels our dish able us to receive. “So…” she murmured, suddenly serious. “Still no sign of that bastard spirit yet?”

I looked up from my book and shook my head. “No. Not yet,” I muttered furrowing my eyes at the back of my sister’s head. “What do you think happened to him? I mean, he was supposed to come find us once he safely brought Dad home.”
Brooke shrugged, nonchalantly. “Dunno. Maybe he got lost.”

I chewed on my lower lip, uneasily. “I don’t know, Brooke. Spirits are able to navigate around pretty easily because of their ectoplasm bodies. They’re highly sensitive to living electric waves. He would have been able to tell the difference between us and the rest of the kids at the beach party.”

“But we didn’t stay at the beach party, did we?”

“And whose fault do you think that is?”

“Chst.”

“It’s your fault, that we got forced into going to that big scary werewolf’s house in the first place, by pissing off one of their hot headed members, making him transform and nearly K.O. us.”

“…”

“Plus, not to mention, ticking Dad off, so now he doesn’t trust either of us. I mean, I’m freaking grounded for a month!”

“Be lucky it’s not fourteen weeks, Miss Pmsy.”

“Well excuse me, Miss Cruella Deville, for having the right to be angry with you for getting us both waist high in trouble!”

Brooke turned around to glare at me, annoyed. “Didn’t I tell that next time you called me that, I was going to sock you one,” she threatened in a low chilling tone.

I ignored the warning and rolled my eyes, snapping my book shut after placing the bookmark in it, securing my spot. “Oh-ho, really? Like I care,” I spat, glaring back. “It’s a name well earned, don’t you think? On the account of you being so pessimistic and bitchy. You can never leave things alone. You gotta push and push and push until everyone’s pissed off at you because you just can’t stand it ever being nice and peaceful. You are such a sadist, Brooke!”

At that moment, Brooke leaped to her feet to tower over me as I merely sat on the couch with a raised eyebrow that said, “Bring it.” She growled underneath her breath and whirled around and stalked out of the room, leaving me to burn a whole into the plasma screen. A rerun of A Haunting was on the Discovery Channel. I heard a low crash in the kitchen and Brooke’s infuriated voice spewing vulgarity. I’m guessing she dropped a plate or something by how frustrated she sounded. Guess, she was trying to start dinner, but her temper got the best of her.

I slowly climbed to my feet and made my way to my room, wanting to be alone. I trudged up the stairs, slowly, watching the steps disappear below me. I slipped into my room and closed the door. I sighed, closing my eyes and flopped over the end board of my bed, falling into the silky soft comforters. Man, I felt so out of whack. My body ached and I felt completely exhausted. Today was just one of those where I had wish I had stayed in bed.

Why does Brooke have to so…. Ugh! I don’t know! So infuriating, I wondered, really too tired to think about it. If you really looked at it, Brooke was going to be Brooke no matter what.

A low meow came from the foot of the bed. I felt the mattress bounce as Yugi hopped up, purring loudly, rubbing his wet nose against my head looking for affection. I smiled, turning around to pat him, gently.

“Came up here to get some attention, eh?” I asked him, running my hand over his silky black coat. He only purred some more in response. I laughed and cuddled him. “Silly kitty. You’re so lovable.”

Yugi meowed happily and settled down, ready for a nap. Maybe he had the right idea. A nap sounded like a good idea right about now. My eyelids grew heavy, the quiet atmosphere of my room slowly sinking in around me. I drowsily yawned, pulling myself tightly into a ball, grabbing the blankets, wrapping them around me and my goofy cat.

“Yeah, a nap might just be the cure,” I murmured before everything blinked out of existence.

A ping of pain twisted its way through my lower stomach, my eyes snapping open. I sat straight up, wide awake. “Oh no,” I mouthed, panic riding through my mind. The nausea was already setting in.

“Crap! Crap. Crap,” I chanted, flinging the blankets back, leaping out of bed. Why now?! I accidentally knocked poor Yugi off the bed in my haste. The sun had already gone down; only darkness and the dreary sound of the rain pattering against the window pane gave any hint of what time it was.

Sprinting for the door, swinging it open, I hurried out into the hallway. Brooke was coming up the stairs, a towel wrapped securely around her head and a bottle of milk in one hand.

“What the?” She watched me charge past her. “Cass? What the hell?”

Couldn’t talk now. Had to hurry! Oh god! Oh god!! I grabbed the doorknob of the bathroom door and slammed it shut. I quickly peeled off my jeans and plopped down on the toilet. The answer to my worst nightmares was staring me right in the face.

“Awe snap.”

A/N: YALO!! Sorry, anyone for taking so long in posting Chapter Five. This last week has been a muck of homework, projects, and illness!! College, you gotta love it! Not… Any who… so here is Chapter Five!! I’ll be posting Chapter Six soon, but then no more!! Not at least until I finish Chapter Eight, Nine, and start Chapter Ten, so you folks might have to wait for a while. Hopefully, it won’t be too long, what with the fact the fall semester is finally coming to an end!! Yay! Don’t get me wrong. I love college. It’s just that it take time away from the other things I love in life!! Well, I hoped you enjoyed Chapter Five and like I said before, Chapter Six should be coming out soon, so stay tight and until next time… PEACE OUT XD!!!!