Six

Chapter 2

"Sam! Will you please stop moving?! I'm trying to sleep here!"

I shift to give her more space. Tracy gets really cranky when she's deprived of her 'beauty sleep' and I'm not in the mood handle a Tracy Special Tantrum.

"It's bad enough that the house is so full of old people....now I even have to share a bed with my loser brother!" she grumbles. Ugh! Why does she have to keep talking!?

"Yeah...just so you know, I'm not exactly happy about this arrangement either!" I snap back and the next thing I know she's bonked me on the head.

"Keep your bony hands off me!" I say shoving her off the bed. She lands on the floor with a thud and I triumphantly look at her shocked expression. Ha!

But then I see her expression change. "You know what this means Sammy." She grins evilly.

"This means war!" She says and pounces on me scratching me with her long sharp manicured pink fingernails! I grab her hair and try to yank her off me.

Just then my mother comes barging in. "Seriously you guys! Stop!" She's heard the ruckus and she's here to restore peace.

When we don't stop, she grabs Tracy's new lipstick and my completed homework. "Both these are going out of that window if you don't stop RIGHT NOW!" She threatens and we both let go staring at her in horror.

"I didn't start it!" We both say at the same time and Mom glares at us menacingly.

Tracy and I are siblings and our rivalry started right back when I was in second grade and she was in 3rd grade.

It all started with an accident. I accidentally spilled my orange juice on her dress (which, by the way, was one of the dresses she hated). So she painted pink hearts on my lucky white tee. So the next day I took Dad's electric razor and shaved her teddy bear. And then she broke my wii controller. So then I........you get the drift.

Ever since we've been the best of enemies. And for the last one week we've been forced to share a bed because all our grandparents and great grandparents have come over and have occupied all the rest of the five rooms we have.

And since my mother was sure that if we ended up in each other's rooms we'd trash them, we have been sentenced to live together in the guest room by the basement door.

I haven't slept a blink for the past two days! The basement creeps me out big time. Yes. I'm afraid of the dark!

Besides, every time I close my eyes all I can think about is that girl I met on the bus....her big pretty eyes, her nervous energy....I can't even get her smell out of my head.

Also Tracy is a very light sleeper and she gets very cranky when she can't sleep. Her annoying insomnia has made my life even worse.

"You both are worse than 5 year olds!" Mom says, exasperated.

"But Ma I didn't-" Tracy begins to say but Mom cuts her short.

"No enough. I'm warning you. Both of you. If you get into even one more fight, I will ground you for a month!" She threatens. Okay now I'm scared. And so is Tracy.

" In fact.." she continues "I will just lock you up in a room." She says starting towards the door. "Together!" She says and slams the door behind her making both of us jump.

"Your fault!" We say simultaneously. And then Tracy stomps around and pulls her hair and screams and then hops into bed. Five minutes later, she's snoring.

Huh....been so many years and I still can't get over how weird she is.

My thoughts race back to Mystery Bus Girl....Six...was that really her name? Surely that was just a pet name...

She was so....so different. Will I ever meet her again? For some reason I think I will....yes...

We're going to meet again Six....soon..