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First a shout out goes to @HammertimeMC for inspiring me to write this story and letting me use her character of Fallon Evans in this story. This takes place one week after the movie ended and will center around Jeanie. Happy Reading!!!!!
Beep. Beep. Beep!!!!
Jeanie Bueller's alarm clock rang loudly as the seventeen-year-old groans, not wanting to get out of bed. It had been a week since her grounding, and she has had to endure being driven to school every day by her mother. She practically fell out of bed, ending up on the floor landing on the pho fur white rug that lay next to her bed. The alarm was still buzzing and in frustration screamed out at it.
"Shut up!" she shouted and saw a cord and pulled it out from the socket in the wall. Unfortunately, it wasn't the right one. It had belonged to the lamp that sat on her nightstand and now she couldn't even turn it on to see what she was doing. "Shut the fuck up!!!!" she shouted again and picked up the alarm clock banging on it until it finally stopped.
She had no idea her bedroom door was cracked open and saw a familiar face smirking at her. "Good morning to you, sis," Ferris said with a little laugh. He was standing there in his white t-shirt and shorts. His hair was slicked back like he had just gotten out of the shower. She let out a long grunt before throwing the alarm clock towards the door. He stepped back to dodge it before it had a chance to hit him.
She sat on the floor for another minute before pulling herself to her feet. Somehow, she made her way to her closet to grab her robe and stomped over to the door and kicked her alarm clock out of the doorway. She looked up and saw Ferris standing there still holding that smirk.
"Not one word, Junior!" she shouted before stomping down the hall to the bathroom. She slammed the door and tried to calm down. She turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face. It did calm her down and she hoped the rest of the morning would go smoothly.
She turned on the shower hoping the water would be good and hot but to her horror it was ice cold. Something she didn't notice until she stepped in. Once the cold water hit her she screamed.
"Ferris, I'm going to kill you!" she turned off the water and heard footsteps running down the stairs to the first floor of the house. With her hair all soapy she had no choice but to turn the shower water back on and rinse her hair. She was shivering by the time she got out of the shower and quickly dried herself off. Her hair was dripping wet, and she tried to use the hairdryer. The warmth from the blower would do her good, but when she plugged it in for some reason it wouldn't work. It's true, that it had been acting up for a few days, but she thought she had time to get a new one before it completely stopped working.
She studied the cord to see if something visible was wrong. That's when she saw the wires exposed. They look like they had been chewed. She wondered who or what could have done that. At that moment, she heard some squeaks coming from under the sink. She opened the cabinet door and saw something furry run out across the room and quickly disappear.
She screamed to the top of her lungs, which prompted someone to knock on the door. "Jeanie, what's going on in there!" she heard her mother's voice call from the other side. She quickly put on her robe with her hair still wet and opened the door. "What was all the screaming about?"
"One of Ferris's little friends surprised me in the bathroom," she said with a snarl in her voice.
"What?" was all her mother could say.
"A mouse!" she yelled as she stomped back to her room. She slammed the door leaving her mother standing in the hallway. She did the best she could with her hair. It was naturally curly and at times unmanageable.
She picked out a pair of white washed jeans and a plain light blue top. She just accepted it that today was going to be a bad hair day and put a hat on after she finished dressing. She put on she blue and pink studded ankle boots that her best friend Fallon Evans gave her for her last birthday and grabbed her school bag and purse before exiting her room.
She ran down the stairs not really wanting to go to school that day. After her ordeal with the cops the week before she had become the butt of some jokes amongst her brother's faithful followers.
She heard voices coming from the kitchen and assumed it was the rest of the family at the table eating. She didn't want to go in there after the morning she already had, but her stomach was grumbling so she sucked it up and was about to walk into the kitchen.
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To Be Continued....
There's more to come at the breakfast table in the next part. Will Jeanie's bad day continue?
