415So what do you do when your forced to baby-sit the little sister of the popular-jerk in your high school, and both your parents are very close friends? I don't know, but it seems like I'm going to find out!
Chapter one
"But mother!" I cried out, trying desperately to stop my oh so caring mother to stop taking out all my clothes - jeans and tops.
"Listen here younger lady," she said pointing a finger at me. "You're what, 17 years old? Yet you only wear jeans and 'some' top," she air quoted the some. Kill me now! "You are going out with your sister, and you are buying new clothes, do I make myself clear?" I backed up to my wall. No wonder mothers can get their kids to eat their greens, and go to bed on time. Ha! Wait, she doesn't! Still, it surprised me that she had all that fury in her, she was very petite. Yet I was the one cowering. I know, I know, I'm getting all you shaking your heads at me in disgust. How dare I call myself a Rebellious teenager?
"Eden Evangeline James, are you listening to me?" I cringed. She used my full name. I'm in deep s- I mean trouble now.
"Yes mother," I sighed wearily.
"Good, now go!" She pointed to the door. I looked at her in disbelief. Was she serious? It was only 10AM!
"Now?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes now, your sister's waiting for you! Move!" She said. I grumbled past her. Thankfully, I had a pair of jeans on. I looked down at my top. It was a tank. It was the end of summer, so it wasn't too cold to go out in it. I sighed grabbing a thin hooded sweater and skipped merrily down the stairs. TRANSLATION: Dragged my feet down the stairs, muttering under my breath.
I grabbed my converses and bag. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hazel eyes looked very sleepy. Poor babies, being deprived of sleep. My hair on the other hand looked full of life, it's black curls full in...curl?
I walked outside and got into my sister's car. Amber, my sister, was thankfully the nice one out of the two sister's I had. (The other sister, Rose, short for Rosalyn, was a teen brat who did nothing but annoy me, and trust me when I say this, teenage girls going to their 'pink' phase is one you want to steer well clear of!)
"Am!" I whined putting on my cute face.
"Nuh-uh. Mum's paying me ten bucks an hour, if I come home with some decent looking clothes...and shoes," she said looking down at my two year old converses, which may I add, I haven't yet grown out of. I gasped, and clutched my feet protectively.
"It's OK, she didn't mean that," I whispered to my shoes. Go ahead call me crazy, I don't care! Amber just rolled her eyes and muttered something like, 'crazy family I got stuck with...plain crazy'. Who was she calling crazy? Oh me! He-he-h...No.
I starred blankly at the clothes in the first shop we stopped at. American Eagle. "Err..." I said dumbly.
"You just try on clothes I give you. You have no say whatsoever about whether you're getting them or not..." I glared at her. "I have that say!" I glared some more. This was going to be a longggg day.
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"Oh darling you're going to look so good for your senior year!" My mum cooed. In case your wondering why I call my mum, 'mum' instead of mom, well it's cos' we moved to the US when I was eleven, and even though I picked up the accent, I never dropped the 'mum'. My friends thought it was cute. In response to my mum's 'coo-ing' I gave her a disgruntled sound.
I, cough-Amber-cough, was forced to buy all sorts of clothes. I, cough-Amber-cough, brought Graphic T's, more presentable looking tanks, camis, halter tops, denim shorts, (which may I say was wayyy to short for my liking. Honestly what mother wanted their daughter flaunting her legs off to horn-eee guys? My one apparently), a gazillion pair of denim skirts, and last but not least...dresses! I know! Please try and refrain yourself from fainting in shock. Friggin' dresses! They even had weird names; swing dresses (I really don't want to know what people do in those dresses...), bloom dresses, beach dresses, wrap dresses...and some of them were... wait for it...strapless! Strapless I tell you! Gosh, sometimes I hate living in a state that was constantly sunny.
Thankfully, Amber being all considerate, allowed me to buy some jeans. Though they were pretty tight but still it's better than nothing, right? I snapped out of my gaze, oops, my mum was talking to me. I nodded and gave a serious, 'yes', to show I was (not) listening. She nodded in satisfaction and went off to the kitchen. Amber and I took the fifty or so bags up to my room.
"I really don't know what your complaining about, if I was you and I was 17 and I had your legs, I would so totally love and shopping spree to buy new clothes," Amber said dumping my bags on the floor. I flopped onto my bed.
"Well it's a good thing your not, seventeen, but 20, and you don't have my legs...wait, what? Why would you want my legs?" I asked jumping out of bed, pulling up my jeans to show my slightly tanned legs, and starring at them in my fully length mirror.
"Why wouldn't I want your legs? Their all long, and curved right...and your ass, don't get me started. It's so firm...I should've taken up running too...no wonder you have an amazing ass..."
"OK, getting grossed out now..." I said looking at my sister scared. Amber laughed.
"Well you won't get grossed out any more, you'll be left with Rose and Tyler since I'm going back to University." I pouted. Amber was only back for the summer. I was going to miss her...again.
Ah, your wondering, who's Tyler? Well did I mention I have twin? Yeah, well now I'm telling ya'. I'm a twin...yeah...I find it hard to believe at times too...
Mind: Come back from la la land, the readers are waiting!
Me: Aw (pouts) but la la land is so much nicer!
Mind: Don't make me come out of here! (growls)
Me: Fine, fine...sheesh.
"Well, see ya' later kiddo." Amber ruffled my hair and left. I picked up my cell and called my best friend, Andi, which is not short for Andrea, her parents named her Andi. Though I call her Dee or Drea, which isn't even in her name...weird, I know. Andi picked up after two rings.
"Hey Edie," a voice said on the other line. Damn! Darn that caller ID of hers. Not that I didn't have caller ID, I just chose to sur-prise myself and not look at the Caller ID.
"Hello my fellow American citizen, you have been chosen to take part in our newest competition," I said acting dumb and putting on my I'm-here-to-sell-you-a-car voice.
"Ede, I know it's you," Andi said in a bored, yet amused voice.
"Fine, fine you win!" I huffed.
"So whatcha' doing?"
"Well," I said flopping down on my bed gracefully, I mean I did do five years of gymnastics and 5 years of ballet, one after the other. "My mother made me go shopping. She threw away all my clothes-"
"Even the cute puppy shirt?"
"Even the cute puppy shirt" I exclaimed.
"No!" Andi said in mock-shock. Hey that rhymed...
"Yes! But like I was saying, she made me go out with Am, and get new clothes. Skirts, dresses and shorts!"
"I don't know why your complaining," Andi was a major girly-girl, who loved skirts and whatnots. "You have killer legs."
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I moaned. Andi laughed.
"Cos' you do? Duh." I rolled my eyes, fully knowing that she'd never see me. "You rolled your eyes didn't you?" This is what you get for having a best friend that's known you since you were a wee five year old.
"Damn you Andrea White!"
"My name isn't even Andrea," she replied in a bored voice.
"Goodbye my dear friend," I said in my best British accent.
"Laters!"
I went over to my brothers room and knocked on the door. "Yo'!" That was his way of saying come in.
"Whatcha' doing?" I asked Tyler in a sing-song voice, flopping down on his bed.
"Typing," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Meh, I had to agree with him, I mean anyone with eyes, and that could see would know that he was typing. I mean he was at the computer, his hands racing around the buttons.
"Whatcha' typing?" I asked in the same sing-song voice.
"Stuff." My brother wasn't too big on two or more syllable words.
"Coolio!" I said. A few seconds later...
"Ty?" I asked in the sing-song voice. Tyler grunted in response his eyes glued to the screen.
"Whatcha' doing?" Tyler sighed with frustration.
"You're not going to go are you?"
"Nope!" I said brightly. Tyler's face softened.
"We haven't had much Twin-time have we?"
"Nope!" I replied still as perky. Buy me an ice-cream, my twin telepathically shouted.
"Come on then, I'll buy you a ice-cream," He said amused. Ah, the wonders of twin telepathically.
What you think? If your wondering where the popular-jerk is, he's coming soon! Next chapter! Review please! :)
Oh and anything you see that you recognise (famous stuff), e.g. American Eagle, I don't own it, wish I did though...even though I'm English...lol