Dance Of The Fire In The Rain

chapter 2

'Mavis '
' no '
'Sarah '
'no'
'what about Jessica? '
' No, Jessica is the name of the girl who used to pull my pigtails as a dog leash, bully me to get on my knees and make me beg for biscuits when I was a kid '

' Jeez, OK, what about... Gizara Anderson ' immediately Angela pushes away from the table decorated with crumpled paper, trying to stifle a laugh while I attack her with the balls of crumpled paper ,throwing them at her.

' what?' she argues, with her hands clutching her stomach and bent almost double over.
' Ok, fine what about Rose ' she debates as she slowly subsides laughing.

' Right' I nod finally giving up on finding a name I was going to use to blend into the Lohan residence.

Standing up to also stretch my legs, I stroll over to open the fridge and uncap a cool bottle of lemonade. Just what I needed on this hot evening. I sigh as the cool liquid travels down my parched throat, and I close my eyes tilting the bottle higher.

At that moment, a familiar beat comes through to the kitchen, making me put down the bottle and walk towards the source while chuckling lightly. I'll always remember this song from fifth grade when Angela and I ,performed at her uncles birthday party and we immediately thought we could travel all over the world and become famous rock stars.

Pushing the door open to my bedroom, I grin madly as I find Angela standing on the bed, holding a black hairbrush as a mic and pointing at me. Without a second thought I grab onto the closest hairbrush and join her on the bed. Immediately we start screaming the lyrics like wild banshees, matching the radio playing the song .

She crashed my party
Her name was Bailey
She had beautiful blue eyes
That made me fall in love
Ohhhhhhh yeah

We sing, jumping on the bed mimicking rock star postures and playing fake guitars till the song ends, then we fall heaving loudly on the bed and laugh freely.
Then suddenly it hits me. I sit up grinning at my discovery and nudge Angela.
'hey, what about Bailey, I mean for a name .Bailey Anderson.

'yeah, I think its the one, suits you ' .

' pretty sure you just killed half of the birds outside with your singing ' Tim enters the room hanging a black bag over his shoulder.

" have you suddenly forgotten you sound like a dying cat? " I retort, poking fun at him.
Tim laughs and turns towards the bag. " well, I have great news. You remember my uncle Edward?, yeah since he owns a security company, I borrowed a few items from him -and by borrowed I mean stole - so you owe me Zoey.

"Wait ! didn't your uncle go to jail? " Angela sits up straight.

" no that's my uncle on my dads side, uncle Ben. This one is from my moms side, third youngest. He's the one with the bald head ".
Angela's smile fades "wait, isn't he the mean looking one? "
Tim smiles and unzips the bag. Twenty five minutes later, we lay stretched on the bed still studying the equipment while Tim explains it.

"-and finally this is an ear piece which is really simple since Angela and I will be talking to you on the other end and vice versa .Its wireless so all you have to do is put it in your ear ".

"so are we really doing this? "Tim asks .
"To be honest I didn't think we'd get this far " Angela smiles guiltily.

"yeah, I know its crazy, but for me it isn't just about a bet or Adrian, its about standing up, not only for myself but also for every one bullied by Kim and her little group of followers, who think they can make rules for us all ".

"after that there is only one thing to say ".

"Let's do this thing ".

Hi guys I hoped you enjoyed that chapter. Nothing much happens in chapter two, the real fun starts in chapter three. Please tell me what you guys think by commenting below.
The fact that you have gotten this far ,chapter two .I am grateful .