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Mister Sarahbrough's school for the specially gifted! #2! |
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Okay guys, here's chapter twooooo~! biggrin
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Chapter Two
+Four hours later+
“I’ve been on this blasted plane for about four hours and counting!” I whisper-yelled to my mom.
"Ella, it’s not that bad. You should-" she started, but I interrupted her.
“Mom, that’s just because you think all the male flight attendants here are cute.” I stated.
“Hey, it’s not my fault they seem to only hire the hot guys.” My mom told me admittedly.
My mom. We were more like best friends than mother and daughter. What a sight WE were. I was more mature than my mom in MOST ways possible. That is, unless it came to relationships.
Mom was WAY more mature when it came to relationships. Yeah, that may be because she’s older than me, but she was even this way when she was MY age. (16) Trust me, Gramps told me so.
Suddenly, I noticed a boy stand up and walk toward the airplane’s restroom. Wait……he looks….familiar. Oh crap. That was the boy from earlier.
Obviously my mom noticed where my view was directed, because she got that SAME cat-grin on her face. “Aww Ella, isn’t it nice that your little friend is on the airplane with us?”
I felt my face get hot again. “MOM! Don’t say that!” I whisper/yelled once again. I mean, that guy is cute, but you shouldn’t talk of boys as if they were pieces of meat.
Thankfully, the airplane’s intercom started blaring, and the head flight attendant was heard. “Attention flyers of airgreen© flights! (My version of jet blue, please don’t sue me. smile ) We have arrived early. We should land within the flight zone in 10 minutes. Please put your seat belts on. Thank you.” She put the microphone down with a smile.
How fake.
As I watched her walk back down the isle, I saw her smile or wave briefly to every boy she passed.
What. A. Flirt.
Even my mom wouldn’t go THAT far. My mom only preys on one at a time. That woman appeared to go all-out.
I saw the boy walk out of the bathroom then. As he walked past me, I was thankful my mother was blocking his gaze.
+Three hours later+
I was sitting in a bus, one that seemed to be holding some other students who were ALSO to go to my Uncles’ school. Subconsciously, I started to listen in to some of their conversations.
“Dude, look at that little number with the kaki jacket. She’s hot!” Spoke the red-head who sat behind me, speaking to his comrade. Since that conversation happened to be solely on me and how attractive I was, I ‘conveniently’ lost interest.
But unfortunately, I got bored again. So I decided to listen into the conversation in front me instead of behind.
I was happy to realize that THEY weren’t talking about my looks. Instead, they were happily chatting it up about some wizard game.
Heh, dorks…..
My thoughts were interrupted by someone tapping my shoulder.
“Excuse me, but are you new here?”
I turned my head to get a look at the brave person who greeted me. “Yeah.”
It was a boy. He had VERY odd eyes; one was green, one was blue. He also had brown hair, loosely spiked towards one side of his head. “Hi.” He breathed. “My name’s Furrow. Furrow Trisync.”
Cool name.
He was looking at me in silence, so I guessed he wanted to know my name too. “Oh. My name’s Gabrielle. My full name’s Gabrielle Sarahbrough, but you can call me Gaby.”
You know in those old-fashioned cartoons, when someone’s jaw drops to the floor in surprise? Well, if that was truly possible, that would have happened to Furrow.
“Isn’t Mister Fayen a little--?” He started.
I cut him off. “He’s my Uncle.” I smiled briefly, then continued. “He’s my father’s youngest brother. Um….you can pick your mouth up off the floor now.” I stated while giggling quietly to myself.
“Oh. Hey, want to, you know….want to be friends?” He asked, hope in his eyes. He looked like a lovesick puppy. He probably was.
“Sure.” I guess transferring isn’t so bad after all, because I got to meet Furrow. My thoughts immediately came crashing down though, because GUESS WHO I SAW IN THE BACK ROW OF THE BUS?
“Crap.” I whispered quietly.
Furrow must have some REALLY good ears, because he heard me. “Who? Karter? Yeah. I see what you mean.”
Hmm….so his name is Karter…….I’ve gotta remember that for next time. Maybe I can ask around for some dirt on him…..
I soon fell asleep on Furrow’s shoulder, becoming tired from all the plotting I was doing.
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Well, that was chapter 2. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! I know it was shorter than the last chapter, but they'll get longer as we continue on!! On a side note, Uncle Fayen Sarahbrough happens to be 26 years old.
 Kanmi-chan · Tue Mar 31, 2009 @ 12:51am · 0 Comments |
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