Surviving the Teenage Dream

Rites of Passage

They survived falling in love and having four (count 'em, FOUR) children. Now, Geekward and Nerdella are parents of teenagers. Say a prayer for them for they are in for a bumpy ride. Kyra is being a brat, displaying actions akin to her uncle who is nearing the end of his life on death row. Owen is a geek, like his dad. Then there is Mia and Masen, the twins. They're still cute and adorable. Well, as cute and adorable as twelve year olds can be.

Let's not forget Alice, Jasper, Adam, and Gianna (the Whitlock's), Justin, Alex and Demetri (the Volturis), Esme andMarcus (the Volturis), Tim, Rose, Ava and Lucas (the Napletons) and our antagonist, Jacob Black. Emmett will also make a brief appearance in this story, too. But he's not causing drama. His final goodbye, as it were.

Next up will be a combo chapter, Edward and Kyra. Up next will be the mini prom that Kyra's organizing along with some drama...

Chapter Seventeen: Rites of Passage

KyraPOV

"Owen, what about this one?" I asked, holding up another suit. It was black with small gray pinstripes.

"It doesn't matter," he grumbled, barely looking up from his book. "The idea you had about a mini prom is great in theory. For people who can WALK! I'm going to be stuck in this freaking chair."

"Dr. Snow said that you'll be out of the cast and on crutches. You can't walk completely, but you'll be out of the wheelchair," I said. My brother shot me a dubious look. "Pick a suit! You need to look handsome for Tasha!"

"Whichever suit will fit over this monstrosity," Owen snapped, showing me his casted feet.

"Owen Masen Cullen, stop yelling at your sister," barked Dad. He walked into my brother's quasi bedroom, which was my mother's office near the kitchen, giving him an evil eye. "She's doing all of this for you. It's going to be an amazing prom. You'll have those memories that some of us never experienced."

"Didn't you go to prom, Dad?" I asked.

"Nope. I think I was too busy rebuilding my computer," Dad laughed. "Or avoiding my older brother. I didn't really become what you see before you," he posed like a model, making both Owen and me laugh, "until I met your mother. I was in my late twenties."

"Did Mom go to her prom?" Owen asked.

"I don't think so," Dad replied. "I think the one dance she went to was in eighth grade and your Uncle Tim pulled a prank on her because he 'liked' her. Now, Owen, be nicer to Kyra. She's going through all of this trouble to ensure that you get your prom. Yes, we know it's not school sponsored, but it will still be fun."

"I can't dance. I can't walk, Dad," Owen said, pointing to his two broken legs.

"The left one will be uncasted and in a boot by this time tomorrow. It will be interesting, but it'll work out," Dad smiled crookedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "How many people did you invite?"

"Well, obviously me and Tim, Tasha and Owen. Plus we have these girls who sit at our table at lunch, Mae, Gabby, Lori and Khaleesi."

"Khaleesi?" Dad snorted. "Where her parents Game of Thrones fans or something?"

"When you see her, she looks like the chick who played Khaleesi on the HBO show," I said. "White blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Really pretty and very sweet. Anyhow, those four girls plus their boyfriends. I also invited some of Owen's friends from the orchestra. He gave me a list of names when he wasn't being a Sullen Cullen." Owen rolled his eyes. "Plus, I also invited Ava, Lucas and Adam and their respective significant others."