Amelia's Serpent

Chapter 2. At the speed of light

Venice was repeatedly scratching at the door, I should probably let her in but if I leave now I'll forget how I was solving this equation.

THUD-

PLOP

"OW FOR THE LOVE OF- AARON WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

The goat hybrid I so reluctantly call my cousin comes walking in and grabs his soccer ball, "Sorry Amy-" "Amelia." I interrupted.
I hate that pet name.

"Sorry, I was aiming for the bin."

I stopped and looked around, Aaron goes on but I've pretty much learned that he never says anything important. Apparently the little toy bin dad had made was right behind my chair, he must of thought he could kick it in. That retard.
He had hit me in the face and made me fall out of the chair.

"Ouch that's gotta hurt"
I finally remembered that Aaron was saying something.

"What?" I asked, slightly confused and dazed.

"... Nothing.." Aaron was speaking in a high squeaky voice, whatever is wrong I want to strangle him now.

I wasn't about to beg him for an answer, I may be grumpy almost always but I'm at my worst with him around. So I ran to the bathroom mirror instead,
"WHAT THE F-.
YOU RETARDED FREAK!"

My eye was black, just what I needed, a black eye on top of me being a panda half breed. Luckily I had escaped the black circles around my eyes unlike most pandas I've met, but now I LOOK LIKE I COULD BE PART BLACK BEAR TOO.
And DAMN DOES IT HURT.

I ran to the fridge as Cherry came in, "Hey Copy cat, tell your boyfriend off for me while I grab a slab of meat will ya?"

"What did he do this time?" Asked the little red panda. "Oh nothing just hit me in the face with a soccer ball traveling at the speed of light is all." I said, putting a disgusting steak on my now swelling eye.

"Ah com'n I was aiming for the bin!" Objected Aaron.

Cherry simply glared at him, took the soccer ball, and put it in the bin. "That? That's how you put things away without killing someone. Remember that when you put scissors in a drawer." She said, folding her arms.

I actually respect Cherry, "Tiny and in-charge" I said.

"Isn't that what your dad used to say about you?" She replied

"Yeah, then he left for war and HE became 'tiny and in-charge'."