Life in Berkeley with Auntie P. and Uncle Mike, chapter 3
Since Tom and I share clothes it was fairly easy to get them. We were back near Sasha in a matter of minutes wishing we took longer. "Ra-chill out, where are your school clothes? All I see are Tom's."
"FYI, Sashey, these are both of our school clothes. What do you mean you don't see mine? They're right here, with Tom's. Oh wait, some of them are Tom's." I said. I think the Sashey thing will get her mad.
"Don't you ever call me Sashey again or I'll beat you until you cry." She said.
"I'm really scared. Sashey, what happens if you break a nail? Will you cry. Yesterday you cried because Brent threw a baseball at you and it hit your hand. Did you break a nail then? Is that why you cried? "Tom said. Brent and Ryan had rolled up their sleeves and grabbed Sasha by the ankles trying to pull her down to the ground which happened to be covered in ice cream that Ryan had spilled. They pulled her to the ground. Sasha fell right into the ice cream, and splatted it all over herself.
"Rachel you dumb butt. This was all your fault. Why did you ask me to walk over to you and see your clothes? She said. "I think I broke a nail. Sasha looked down at her perfectly painted nails and started to bawl.
"You were the one who asked me where my clothes were. I didn't ask you to come over. Like I would." I said.
Tom looked at me and said, "This proves my point. She does cry when she breaks a nail."
Sasha looked over at Tom and started to wail hoping to attract attention from Auntie P.. She walked to us and started to yell, "Rachel, Tom, you two are so immature. Cut it out Brent, Ryan." They were still holding on to Sasha's ankles. "I don't believe you guys. Sashey, are you okay? Do you want me to fix your nails when we get home?" She nodded.
* * *
The first day of school was inching closer and closer. Brent kept telling us how much better his school would be than ours. Sasha, after Auntie P. Fixed her nails, kept bragging about how her many friends were the best and how all of them would hate us. Tom and I couldn't be anymore nervous. Kayla was lucky she skipped the 11th grade. She graduated last year. Now she doesn't have to worry about high school anymore.
Uncle Mike was changing channels on the T. V. When Tom and I walked in the room. He turned around only to say, "Beat you two. Get out of the fucking room. It's mine right now. Scram. I'm trying to find the news for September 2, 1986. Leave." We dashed past him into the room we thought we would be safe in, but we were wrong. Sasha was being tutored to play the piano. She glared at me and said, "Ra-chill I could beat your ass at playing the piano any old day."
"Look who needs to watch their language. I wouldn't expect that from you, maybe me or Tom, but not you. Bring it on."
* * *
"I can't believe her own music teacher called her a lost cause after she heard you play. Rachel you were freaking awesome." Tom congratulated me on the way to Pinole Valley High. "Why did Sashey-poo get to be driven to school? Why were we forced to walk? This is fucking wrong. Just 'cuz she's some popular bitch doesn't mean that she gets special privileges. I really hate these people." Pinole Valley High started to come into view. "It's a miracle that we actually found this place. I mean who knew it would be off of Pinole Valley Road. Has nothing in common with the school." As we got closer I could see Sasha standing outside with a huge circle of friends around her. Like always, she was playing with her hair.
"Sasha probably has the whole school against us by now. Look at everyone gathering around her. Is this place a prep school?" I asked Tom. He shrugged. We stopped near her as we walked by. She was talking.
"Oh yeah my stupid cousins had to come and stay with me now. Don't talk to Tom or Rachel, they're not our type. Kay." As if she knew I was there she spun around and whacked me in the face. On her hands return trip to my face I pushed it away before she could hit me. I pushed her over to tell her she couldn't boss me around. It was barely a push, but she fell to the ground screaming. "Help me 911 Save me She almost killed me " Tom and I started cracking up. To my surprise, only two other people that saw our performance were laughing.
"What the hell? I barely touched you. If you want I'll kill you. It'll make me happier. Probably more than a few other people too." I said. She just stared at us as we walked off. People from other groups were rushing to her side. "Followers," was the only thing out of my mouth before the two other kids laughing at Sasha walked up to us.
"Thanks for the show. It was fucking funny. She's your cousin? That bitch? It must be hell to live with her," one of them said. I looked over to see which one it was. He was the one with brown hair and really cool green eyes.
"FYI, Sashey, these are both of our school clothes. What do you mean you don't see mine? They're right here, with Tom's. Oh wait, some of them are Tom's." I said. I think the Sashey thing will get her mad.
"Don't you ever call me Sashey again or I'll beat you until you cry." She said.
"I'm really scared. Sashey, what happens if you break a nail? Will you cry. Yesterday you cried because Brent threw a baseball at you and it hit your hand. Did you break a nail then? Is that why you cried? "Tom said. Brent and Ryan had rolled up their sleeves and grabbed Sasha by the ankles trying to pull her down to the ground which happened to be covered in ice cream that Ryan had spilled. They pulled her to the ground. Sasha fell right into the ice cream, and splatted it all over herself.
"Rachel you dumb butt. This was all your fault. Why did you ask me to walk over to you and see your clothes? She said. "I think I broke a nail. Sasha looked down at her perfectly painted nails and started to bawl.
"You were the one who asked me where my clothes were. I didn't ask you to come over. Like I would." I said.
Tom looked at me and said, "This proves my point. She does cry when she breaks a nail."
Sasha looked over at Tom and started to wail hoping to attract attention from Auntie P.. She walked to us and started to yell, "Rachel, Tom, you two are so immature. Cut it out Brent, Ryan." They were still holding on to Sasha's ankles. "I don't believe you guys. Sashey, are you okay? Do you want me to fix your nails when we get home?" She nodded.
* * *
The first day of school was inching closer and closer. Brent kept telling us how much better his school would be than ours. Sasha, after Auntie P. Fixed her nails, kept bragging about how her many friends were the best and how all of them would hate us. Tom and I couldn't be anymore nervous. Kayla was lucky she skipped the 11th grade. She graduated last year. Now she doesn't have to worry about high school anymore.
Uncle Mike was changing channels on the T. V. When Tom and I walked in the room. He turned around only to say, "Beat you two. Get out of the fucking room. It's mine right now. Scram. I'm trying to find the news for September 2, 1986. Leave." We dashed past him into the room we thought we would be safe in, but we were wrong. Sasha was being tutored to play the piano. She glared at me and said, "Ra-chill I could beat your ass at playing the piano any old day."
"Look who needs to watch their language. I wouldn't expect that from you, maybe me or Tom, but not you. Bring it on."
* * *
"I can't believe her own music teacher called her a lost cause after she heard you play. Rachel you were freaking awesome." Tom congratulated me on the way to Pinole Valley High. "Why did Sashey-poo get to be driven to school? Why were we forced to walk? This is fucking wrong. Just 'cuz she's some popular bitch doesn't mean that she gets special privileges. I really hate these people." Pinole Valley High started to come into view. "It's a miracle that we actually found this place. I mean who knew it would be off of Pinole Valley Road. Has nothing in common with the school." As we got closer I could see Sasha standing outside with a huge circle of friends around her. Like always, she was playing with her hair.
"Sasha probably has the whole school against us by now. Look at everyone gathering around her. Is this place a prep school?" I asked Tom. He shrugged. We stopped near her as we walked by. She was talking.
"Oh yeah my stupid cousins had to come and stay with me now. Don't talk to Tom or Rachel, they're not our type. Kay." As if she knew I was there she spun around and whacked me in the face. On her hands return trip to my face I pushed it away before she could hit me. I pushed her over to tell her she couldn't boss me around. It was barely a push, but she fell to the ground screaming. "Help me 911 Save me She almost killed me " Tom and I started cracking up. To my surprise, only two other people that saw our performance were laughing.
"What the hell? I barely touched you. If you want I'll kill you. It'll make me happier. Probably more than a few other people too." I said. She just stared at us as we walked off. People from other groups were rushing to her side. "Followers," was the only thing out of my mouth before the two other kids laughing at Sasha walked up to us.
"Thanks for the show. It was fucking funny. She's your cousin? That bitch? It must be hell to live with her," one of them said. I looked over to see which one it was. He was the one with brown hair and really cool green eyes.
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