Chapter One - Carebear Nightmares.

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Chapter One - Carebear Nightmares.

I was dreaming. Well, I damn hoped I was, considering the fact that it's not every day you watch your maths teacher be bombarded with skittles by care bears shouting "TASTE THE RAINBOW!” So, yeah, either I was dreaming or I have officially lost my mind...To the care bears...I knew watching them with my little sister last night was going to give me nightmares.

So, there I was dreaming - hopefully- when a loud bang followed by an "I didn't do it!" protest caused me to fly up into a sitting position, and head butt my best friend Rhoslyn in the chin. Wait, Rhoslyn? “What in the flying jelly babies are you doing here?!" I yelled at her whilst I rubbed the top of my head. Damn, she had a hard chin.

"Damn you have a hard head." Rhoslyn stated. "What, do you keep bricks in there or something?" She asked casually as she sat down on the side of my bed. I just glared at her , she should know by now from the thirteen years we've know each other, not to ask me questions in the morning, it confuses the fragile state of my mind before I've had my sugar fix. I opened my mouth to inform her of this when I was interrupted by yet another bang and my dad shouting "Step away from the T.V with the baseball bat!" to, most probably, one of my twin brothers; Aspen or Madox.

My mum and dad like to think they're inspiring hippies, hence why I and my siblings have...unique names. There's the twins, Aspen and Madox, who although being fourteen have the mental age of five - unlike my little sister Zahra-Lily who is actually five, but acts so mature for her age, it scares me. Then there's my elder brother Onyx, who is currently nineteen and yet is still teased by friends and family for being named after a Pokémon. And of course there's little ol'e me, green eyed and hair dyed a different colour every week; Bambi-Nevada.

Yeah. Go on, laugh it up.

But, seriously, my siblings think they have it bad? I sometimes wonder if my parents were under the influence of drugs when they named me! Sure, it was cute at first, but when your seventeen and called Bambi? Not pretty. Of course, my unusual and rather bright taste in clothes and hair colour might just add to that as well.

"BAMBI! Are you alive?!  DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME GIRL!"  I heard Rhoslyn shout in my ear, so loud I'm pretty sure the Marcians up on Mars could hear it. I grabbed her hand before she could slap me.

"Whoaa, calm down there buddy. I must have just spaced out." I grumbled to her, my ears ringing and the clogs in my sleep deprived brain just starting to turn and wake up.

"Uh-huh. Not thinking about what Johnny Depp would look like as a smurf again, are we?" Rhoslyn asked, raising one eyebrow and a smirk showing on her face, her voice barely concealing her amusement.

"Pffft! Please, that was only one time. Besides, it was Hugh Grant anyway, not Johnny Depp." I retorted, not wanting her to know that I actually have a drawing of the image kept under my pillow at all times. Her eyebrows only rose higher as she looked at me condescendingly. I ignored her and shoved my quilt off of me and stood up.

"Now will you tell me what you’re doing here?" I asked as I made my way over to my on-suite bathroom.

"Oh. That. Well, I'm here to take you to school."

I stopped right outside the door and looked over my shoulder at her. "Thanks for the offer Rhos, but you do realise I own a car." I said the last past slowly, just to make sure she understood what I was saying, 'cause she could be a bit slow at some times. If you know what I mean.

"Yea, about that. You can't drive it." She rushed out in one short burst of breath.

"And why would that be?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Your dad. He said you’re grounded after what happened yesterday. No car, no phone, no going out apart from school. For a week." She told me, whilst shifting on her feet, uncomfortable under my gaze. My eye started twitching, a tell tale sign that I was not a mellow fellow at the moment. Rhos saw this, and slowly started backing up towards the door, her soft grey eyes wide as if she thought I would pounce at her any minute now. Which, I probably would do, no wonder my parents sent her up to tell me, they didn't want to deal with my rebelling outburst at my punishment.

I turned all the way around and glared at her, as if I was trying to see if I had laser vision and could see through her. But, then I remembered what I did yesterday which lead me to burst into manical laughter.

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