Second Chapter the SAME DAY!!! I'm awesome not to toot me own horn fellow humans and/or inanimate objects... Rambles on and on and on...
I took advantage of the opportunity for my own benefit. I grabbed easily into his front pocket of his jacket and grabbed my knife and put it safely into my pocket in a few seconds time. Then I took another advantage, with his eyes closed, I stomped my foot as hard as I could on his foot.
He opened his eyes immediately and shot eyes of daggers at me. Me being safely across the room standing next to my daddy. I was kinda making sure he was still breathing. Not kidding. You can never be too careful with an overweight man with a pacemaker in his heart and multiple blood clot issues.
"Get, the HELL, Outta MY HOUSE," I said, I'll admit kind of rudely.
"Language," my mother whispered as quietly as humanly possible almost immediately. At least she hasn't died yet.
"You say that to your brother?!" The dude asked, truly shocked.
"I have a brother, he's annoying as hell, and I do talk to him like this and to everyone else. You are part of the everyone else category, you are NOT my BROTHER!" I said as calmly as possible. As in, not VERY calm.
I picked up my Black Cat, Licorice and started to walk away when a strong hand grabbed my wrist.
"Black Cat, original you wicked Witch," he had a teasing glint in his eyes, I don't pay attention to teasing.
"UGGH!! Let go of me FAH...." I switched my words quick, "Egotistical maniac JERK!" Nice save, miss Jeslyn, I mentally commented.
"I would consider finding another potential family," I saw the hurt in his eyes. Emos' know each other, sadly. It was written all over his face.
"You were going to call me 'Fag' weren't you?" he sounded wounded.
"I was going to, but I know not to call someone something they're not," I said shyly.
"Who said I wasn't gay?" he tried to poorly cover his face with a grin, didn't work. It didn't reach his eyes.
"You might want to wash your hand," I looked straight into his eyes. He looked down on his hand which had a girl's name, number, and poorly drawn hearts and arrows.
"That reminds me, I should call her. She was good..." he unknowingly out loud said to me.
I took the opportunity to get the Helen Keller out of there. Did you know Helen Keller had Pit Bull Terriers?
I turned around and literally ran up the first flight of stairs to the first floor, straight to Keighlin's room. Aka, Kay.
"Wait-!" he started, but I quickly shushed him with the good ole, "Go talk to your supposed Mommy and Daddy!"
When I got to Kay's room, I did the first thing that came to mind.
"KAY!!!" I screamed straight into her face. She was deep into an article on www.starmagazine.com with YouTube playing Love In This Club the remix by the Summer Set blasting straight through to her eardrums. She got the whole blasting the earphones thing and taste in music from her most awesomest sister... ME!
"Kay, we might have a fuckin' older brother downstairs and we can't give up our Creative Arts room!" I said way too fast. She made me repeat it 3x until she finally got it.
The Creative Arts room was where Kay and I did everything from make-up to Banners for awesome bands to just plain every art supplies known to man. That and my room were my favorite parts of the house. Sometimes I felt like I loved this room more than my own room. I could write on the walls, dance like a maniac, and do the most outrageous hair-do's. Only Problem? It is supposed to be a guest room. I would cry if they took it away.
"OH MY FUCKIN' GOD WHAT HAPPENED!?!" she screamed at me. It should only be expected.
Keighlin was goth, and proud of it. She wears black, she googles death on a regular basis, we help each other with our black make-up. She Is My Bestest Friend in the whole entire universe. And DON'T make fun of me for being best friends with my sister. She is taller than me and stronger so I'd watch yo' back fool.
But Kay wasn't exactly orthodox goth either. She was blonde, and cried when she broke a nail last month. She loves having her nails and her toenails painted at all times if she could. We are both in love with Twilight, but she is Team Jacob while I am a team every vampire, except I am also team Seth. And She's a wise ass, so freakin' funny.
"WE ARE NOT LOSING THAT ROOM!!" she yelled at me to get my attention. I was sorta shaking from the experience of seeing that rude son of a bitch down stairs, he was just sooo EGOTISTICAL!
She took Licorice from my arms and started stroking his long black fur. I had forgotten he was in my arms. OOPS!
"Let's go see what Mimshe and Daddy are saying," I whispered sneakily and walked out of the room. She followed.
We made it down the stairs without creaking. That was a first in all my twelve years. We listened to the conversation as the 'Dude' (I still didn't know his name) explained himself.
"This better be good," I whispered to Kay behind me.
OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!! I think I'm going to do the next chapter from *Insert dude's name here* perspective maybe. Tell me If I should, It's just a passing thought. ATLEAST 3 VOTES... I'm being GREEDY today. MWAHH!!
Ugghh, I can't believe I just said *disgusted tone* MWAHH!! TOO PINK GOING TO SELF- DESTRUCT!!
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