Wow. This took me a ridiculously long time to write. This is like, version 5.6 or something like that. I had to keep on re-writing the opening; it was driving me crazy.
Anyways! I had a very long and painful check-up at the doctors the other day and had to get a shot.
The Good News: I didn't throw a temper tantrum, start cursing, or kick the nurse in the balls.
The Bad News: I'm about to chop off my arm and feed it to the dog because it hurts.
Oh, and just FYI, my kidneys are in perfect working order.
Disclaimer thingy: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson, Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, and Forks High belongs to Forks which belongs to Washington state which belongs to GOD. (Burn.)
ONWARD!
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Chapter Five
::Dalia's POV::
I woke up to find Gazzy's face inches from my own, a crazy-huge smile plastered across his lips.
"AHH!" I shot up in bed, banging my head with Gazzy's. He scrambled farther down on the comforter, sitting on my feet.
"Can I help you?" I sneered, gently pressing around the bump on my head.
"Yeah. I'd like a number 2 with a large diet Coke."
"Would you like some fries with your sarcasm?" It took one glance at Gazzy's serious face for both of us to burst into laughter. I ended up on the floor next to the Gasman, clutching my sides with tears streaming down my face.
He turned to look at me. "I do have something important to tell you though."
I raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
Gazzy grinned again, making my danger meter raise a few notches.
"School starts in fifteen minutes!" He jumped up and ran for the door, stopping only to shoot an "Alice wants you" before disappearing.
I laid there in shock for a minute before hopping up and attacking my closet. An old Earth Day shirt (we are trying to save the planet here!), a pair of black skinny jeans, and a cute black Zim hoodie (I'm sorry. I LUV him!!) flew off of their hangers on onto the bed as I franticly brushed my teeth and pulled off my PJs.
After getting dressed and pulling a brush through my black hair, I put on eyeliner and mascara, trying to keep my mouth closed because I was gurgling mouthwash (would you like a side of epic with that fail?). With my Converse firmly pulled onto my feet, I charged downstairs and kicked our tricked out computer, turning it on.
I had discovered that I could modify anything with a circuit board, making bomb making much more interesting. Mom had expressly banned all things that glowed (rules out uranium—damn) from Uncle Iggy's lab where most of our operations took place.
Anyways, I had figured out that with a little bit of tinkering, walkie-talkies can, in fact, transport more than just sound waves…
Aunt Alice's face annoyed face appeared on the big flat screen, her fingers rapping against the desk she was sitting at.
"'Bout time you hooligans got up!" she said sternly. I raised an eyebrow.
"Who says 'hooligans' anymore?"
"You be quiet." Mom chose that express time to walk by, carrying a filled laundry basket. Alice smiled. "You need to teach your children to respect their elders, Max!" she called, making the stack of laundry stop in its tracks.
Mom looked at the screen with a bemused expression on her face. "I gave that up when the west wing was blown to pieces even after the 'no glowing objects in house' rule had been established," she said dryly, going off to fold clothes.
I laughed; good times…
Iggy walked in with a steaming pile of pancakes in his hands and a little five-year-old monkey on his shoulders. The suspicious disappearing act the pancakes had been performing stopped when Gavin looked up and squealed, "Auntie Alice!" Iggy just shushed him and smiled warmly at the screen, tacking on a "Hey" before dumping the pile in front of me and leaving, probably to find Nudge.
Alice cleared her throat and glared at me sternly. "Now I want you to realize that you're moving on into your freshman year of high school. I realize that Angel is sophomore and Gazzy is a senior and aren't going to be in your classes but you need to remember to behave. No tinkering with computer or any other equipment in classrooms, no showing off in gym, no…blah, blah, blah…"
I looked up from my pancakes, licking the syrup off my fingers. "What?" Alice groaned and laid her head on the desktop.
"You're impossible," she said sadly. I rolled my eyes, used to her comments.
"Blame tall, dark, and handsome over in the laundry room, probably trying to get Mom to do inappropriate things with the kids around. Speaking of which," I glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. "Us kiddies need to get going."
Alice smiled and waved at the camera. "Tell Cora, Nudge, and Gazzy I said hi! Oh, and Total!" I smirked. "Of course. We can't forget Total."
I blew her a kiss before shutting down and swinging my PowerPuff Girl messenger bag over my shoulder and grabbing my Aeon (Cool phone. Want it. BAD.) before skipping out the door and meeting the rest of my family.
Ig, Nudge, Mom, and Dad were all bidding goodbye to their respective kiddies. Iggy and Dad gave 'man hugs' to Gazzy and pecked Gavin on the forehead. Mom and Nudge were a little more…enthusiastic.
"Just one more picture!"
"No."
"Wait! Let me fix your hair!"
"No."
"Did you remember your lunchbox? Schedule? Ointment?"
"Yes, yes, and, er, yes. Can we go now?"
Gazzy was standing next to me, still blushing from the 'ointment' comment. I elbowed him, speaking through my teeth as the camera flashed again.
"Ointment?"
"Long story. Let's just say that some chemicals give you nasty rashes. That spread. To…other places."
My eyes widened drastically, giving me the weirdest look on the next round of pictures.
When the 'rents had finally deemed us 'ready for action', there was another flurry of hugs and kisses before shoving us into the air.
I helped Gavin and Cora adjust their bags so they fit over their wings before helping them take off. I jumped up and joined Gazzy and Angel, going over the plan again.
"Okay, so…" Gazzy trailed off, glancing at his sister. Angel rolled her eyes.
"Dalia, Gavin, and Coralie are keeping their names. My name is Angela and Gazzy's name is…"
"Zak," Gazzy said proudly, puffing out his chest. I giggled as he dropped a few feet from forgetting to flap but soon regretted it as he shoved me into a piece of cloud.
"Ugh! No fair!" I whined, flying back up to them. I shivered slightly and pulled my damp hoodie closer to me.
Way too fast, Forks High came into view and we landed in the same clearing from so long ago when Mom and Dad went here. I hugged Gavin and Coralie before sending them off the Elementary school that was on the other side of the thumb of forest we had landed in.
I took a deep breath and Gavin smiled reassuringly at me before ruffling Angle's hair. Angel smiled in her angelic ways and linked arms with mine. I in turn linked arms with Gazzy and stared at the crowd of students awaiting us.
"Well?" Angel asked, her voice wavering slightly. We were all extremely nervous. After a summer of bombs, food fights, and wide open spaces, the confining walls of school were going to be a nightmare.
"What now?" Gazzy asked, unsure.
I smiled at my two best friends and pulled them along as I charged forward, a patented Ride family look on my face.
"Just smile and wave boys, just smile and wave."
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Yay! Finished!
Just so you know, Sims 3 isn't all it's cracked up to be. I like Sims 2 much better.
Oh, and the Addam's Family Theme is hard to play on a viola when you only have a week to practice it. IN CLASS.
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TO-DO LIST:
[x] Order camp t-shirt
[x] Finish chapter five of HHNL
[x] Eat noodles
[] QUIT STAYING UP LATE WHEN YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO BE UP AT AN UNGODLY HOUR THE NEXT DAY
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--Grey