Queen A

Chapter 6 (Tank tops)

Author's note: XXXDo you mind if I give credit to some people? Specifically, someone who gave me an idea for this chapter. No? That's great, guys. SORRY FOR UPDATING LATER THAN USUAL!
Credits to: Starvingpopsicles  
   mangolover002 XXX
ALSO, NO TO DONALD TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!

"Hey, guys. Sorry for the delay." The waitress apologized, bringing the food.
"Nah, it's cool." Cody said.
"You guys seem tense. Try not to shout here." She warned us.

I agreed on an experiment that has 90% chance of failing. YOLO, am I right?
Also, it was pretty cool to try to something out of the ordinary. Sometimes you just have to be less skeptical and try things you never thought of doing.

After eating, Jake offered to drive me home but I denied. I knew my parents would freak out if they knew I was with a bunch of guys. Starbucks wasn't even that far, anyway.

"Hey, sweetie." Mom greeted when I stepped in. "You're home later than usual."
"I was with Risa. We went to Ms. Gazelle's bakeshop." I lied.

When I was still friends with Elle, Risa and Sabrina, we always hung out at Ms. Gazelle's bakeshop. It was the perfect place to hang out because it wasn't known to the public. The usual customers were us and senior citizens.

"That's good." I escaped the situation swiftly. "I made 'Roti', by the way. Have some."
"I'll have some later."

I didn't have any problem with Indian food, but I thoroughly disliked mom's version of Indian food. She fused American food with Indian food, forming a disaster so horrible that we get diarrhea the next morning.

I proceeded to my room and rested my eyes. It was quiet a long unusual day. I couldn't believe I actually joined an experiment made by a bunch of stalking weirdos.

~ The next day ~
I woke up feeling different. As if I was enthusiastic and eager to seize the day (somewhat like a Phineas and Ferb feeling). Was I actually happy about all of this? Was I actually in the mood for school just to see Jake and his buddies and starting the experiment?

I went  to the kitchen beamingly. As usual, mom was whipping up breakfast and dad was eating bagel and sipping coffee. 
"Someone's in a good mood." Dad noticed.
"I'm glad you noticed, father." I answered in the worst british accent imaginable.
"Pancakes or Bagels?" Mom asked in an Australian accent.
"An accent battle, I see." Dad said in a Scottish accent. "I'll win."
"Pancakes, mom." I replied normally, not in any accent. "Dad, you always win."
"That's because you suck, sweetheart." Dad pointed out in an Irish accent.
"HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THAT?!" Kevin came in, amazed at dad's accents.

We were and forever will be a weird family. If none of us woke up late, we occasionally had this accent battle. Dad always won. NEVER HAVE I EVER HEARD ACCENTS SO ACCURATE!

"If juu tenk dats amejing, tenk of da fact dat Linna actually wok up early." Mom pointed out in an Indian accent. She stacked a plate of pancakes on the dining table.
"Mom, that sounded racist." I protested. "Also, I slept early."
"That'z great, noh? Keep it up-uh, Aleenuh." Dad said in an Italian accent.
"You guys are nuts. Mom, pass the pancakes." Kevin clearly didn't like the accent battles because he couldn't do an accent. I really sucked at accents, but when my parents battle about it, it becomes the most hilarious thing imaginable.

I may have been eager to go to school but I didn't know what to expect.

"Attention students, classes are suspended today due to the presidential elections. We are sincerely sorry for informing late." That message was all over the school through the speakers.