Life in Berkeley with Auntie P. and Uncle Mike, chapter 2
Sasha looked over at Tom with her huge reindeer eyes that I read as, yes I am a stupid bitch and everyone here should know it, but she really meant to tell Tom to shut up. Hey, like mother like daughter.
I really hope you will be punished if you use such language at school. I don't think that should be accepted." Aunt Patty said to Tom. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I had compleatly forgot about going to school. I looked around the table to see Brent and Ryan flicking mashed potatoes at each other. Sasha was in deep conversation with Kayla about how all of us should watch our language. I looked at Tom who was trying to distract himself from the fact that we had to go to school by trying to catch the little balls of mashed potatoes that were flying around in his mouth. He stopped just as a big glob of potatoes flew and hit him in the face. He caught my eye and made a face that seemed to show how I felt about going to school. Both of us would be starting the ninth grade at Pinole Valley High School, since he was my twin brother.
"Okay everyone, dinner is now over, everyone go to their rooms becides Kayla and Sasha. You two can stay up with us if you feel like it. Oh, and Tom, stay and wipe up all the mashed potatoes that bounced off your head during dinner." Auntie P. said to us.
"Why do I have to pick up all this crap while you and everybody else get to leave it's fucking not fair," Tom said. He pouted like a three year old, but it was funny to watch. Ryan started imitating him, he crossed his arms and sat down on the floor with his little puppy dog face. "Rach, can't you help?"
"Sorry Tom, nobodies going to help you. You're going to have to do this by yourself," Sasha added in.
Uncle Mike walked up to Tom and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "Tom, you asshole, clean up your mess before I beat the shit out of you. Now!!!" He can be scary when he's like that.
"Fine, I will, God damn you people!"
In Tom's and my bedroom * * *
"Tom, do you realize that we have to start school with Sasha, aka Ms. Popularity/Drama Queen?" I asked him once he came back through the door. "What the hell did you do in there?" I looked over at his potato covered shirt and jeans.
"They told me to pick it up, but they didn't tell me how to pick it up. So, I rolled in it like Ryan used to do when he went out to play n the mud. It was fun, you should try rolling in potatoes sometime, but they get stuck between your toes." He shook his feet splattering potatoes all over the walls.
"Hey Tom what do think..."
"This years gonna fucking suck. This'll be the worst year ever since we have to put up with her," Tom answered my unfinished question.
"All because of that bitch."
"Language, my dear sister watch your language. You know you shouldn't say things like fuck and bitch. Only I can." I grabbed my guitar from the corner of the room and started to play something I thought of at dinner since there was nothing else to do. "Woah, that was pretty good Rach. Here let me try." He grabbed the guitar and repeated what I just played perfectly. He can always do that it's so cool. In our 14 years of life each of us have learned to play the guitar, bass, drums, piano, violin, flute, and sax. Don't ask about the last three. We were forced into playing them by an insane music teacher. We stopped playing to hear Sasha's voice talking to Uncle Mike.
"Daddy, I can hear them playing on the guitar again. I can't fall asleep with them on it," she said. She sleeps across the house how canshe hear us?
Uncle Mike walked over to our door and banged on it. "You two better not be playing on that guitar. If I hear it I swear I will beat the shit out of you now go to bed." Tom and I immediately got into bed even though it was only 9.
In a store * * *
"Ra-chill out. God, can't you stop over reacting?" Sasha said to me.
"I didn't know God was over reacting," Tom told Sasha. She flicked her long blonde hair around so it would hit me in the face. It hit me, I started to gag and my eyes watered. Whatever she uses in her shampoo must kill everything that flies near her. We were out looking for school clothes, yay, not. I hated bing called Ra-chill, it annoys me so much. I turned just in time to fling Sasha's hair back at her when it started to come back at me for a second time.
"HELP!!! 911!!! SOMEBODY SAVE ME, I'M BEING ATTACKED!!!" Sasha screamed as I pushed her hair away from me. "TOM SAVE ME!!!"
"Sure Sasha I'll save you," he smiled. Tom walked over to Sasha and pulled her shopping bags over her head. I flung her hair back at her and we both ran off to tell Auntie P. about the old man who tried to kidnap Sahsa and how we saved her life.
"Oh my God. Where is She?" Aunt Patty screamed. We pointed to her. "Go on and find your school clothes, I'll help Sashey."
"I can't wait to ouse 'Sashey' against her," Tom said smiling as we walked off.
I really hope you will be punished if you use such language at school. I don't think that should be accepted." Aunt Patty said to Tom. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I had compleatly forgot about going to school. I looked around the table to see Brent and Ryan flicking mashed potatoes at each other. Sasha was in deep conversation with Kayla about how all of us should watch our language. I looked at Tom who was trying to distract himself from the fact that we had to go to school by trying to catch the little balls of mashed potatoes that were flying around in his mouth. He stopped just as a big glob of potatoes flew and hit him in the face. He caught my eye and made a face that seemed to show how I felt about going to school. Both of us would be starting the ninth grade at Pinole Valley High School, since he was my twin brother.
"Okay everyone, dinner is now over, everyone go to their rooms becides Kayla and Sasha. You two can stay up with us if you feel like it. Oh, and Tom, stay and wipe up all the mashed potatoes that bounced off your head during dinner." Auntie P. said to us.
"Why do I have to pick up all this crap while you and everybody else get to leave it's fucking not fair," Tom said. He pouted like a three year old, but it was funny to watch. Ryan started imitating him, he crossed his arms and sat down on the floor with his little puppy dog face. "Rach, can't you help?"
"Sorry Tom, nobodies going to help you. You're going to have to do this by yourself," Sasha added in.
Uncle Mike walked up to Tom and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "Tom, you asshole, clean up your mess before I beat the shit out of you. Now!!!" He can be scary when he's like that.
"Fine, I will, God damn you people!"
In Tom's and my bedroom * * *
"Tom, do you realize that we have to start school with Sasha, aka Ms. Popularity/Drama Queen?" I asked him once he came back through the door. "What the hell did you do in there?" I looked over at his potato covered shirt and jeans.
"They told me to pick it up, but they didn't tell me how to pick it up. So, I rolled in it like Ryan used to do when he went out to play n the mud. It was fun, you should try rolling in potatoes sometime, but they get stuck between your toes." He shook his feet splattering potatoes all over the walls.
"Hey Tom what do think..."
"This years gonna fucking suck. This'll be the worst year ever since we have to put up with her," Tom answered my unfinished question.
"All because of that bitch."
"Language, my dear sister watch your language. You know you shouldn't say things like fuck and bitch. Only I can." I grabbed my guitar from the corner of the room and started to play something I thought of at dinner since there was nothing else to do. "Woah, that was pretty good Rach. Here let me try." He grabbed the guitar and repeated what I just played perfectly. He can always do that it's so cool. In our 14 years of life each of us have learned to play the guitar, bass, drums, piano, violin, flute, and sax. Don't ask about the last three. We were forced into playing them by an insane music teacher. We stopped playing to hear Sasha's voice talking to Uncle Mike.
"Daddy, I can hear them playing on the guitar again. I can't fall asleep with them on it," she said. She sleeps across the house how canshe hear us?
Uncle Mike walked over to our door and banged on it. "You two better not be playing on that guitar. If I hear it I swear I will beat the shit out of you now go to bed." Tom and I immediately got into bed even though it was only 9.
In a store * * *
"Ra-chill out. God, can't you stop over reacting?" Sasha said to me.
"I didn't know God was over reacting," Tom told Sasha. She flicked her long blonde hair around so it would hit me in the face. It hit me, I started to gag and my eyes watered. Whatever she uses in her shampoo must kill everything that flies near her. We were out looking for school clothes, yay, not. I hated bing called Ra-chill, it annoys me so much. I turned just in time to fling Sasha's hair back at her when it started to come back at me for a second time.
"HELP!!! 911!!! SOMEBODY SAVE ME, I'M BEING ATTACKED!!!" Sasha screamed as I pushed her hair away from me. "TOM SAVE ME!!!"
"Sure Sasha I'll save you," he smiled. Tom walked over to Sasha and pulled her shopping bags over her head. I flung her hair back at her and we both ran off to tell Auntie P. about the old man who tried to kidnap Sahsa and how we saved her life.
"Oh my God. Where is She?" Aunt Patty screamed. We pointed to her. "Go on and find your school clothes, I'll help Sashey."
"I can't wait to ouse 'Sashey' against her," Tom said smiling as we walked off.
