Opposites Attract

OLD VERSION - STILL TO BE EDITED! Chapter 7 - Bring it on Biatch!

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                                                   OLD VERSION - STILL TO BE EDITED!

                                                        ----------Chapter 7----------

                                                          ~Bring it on Biatch~

“Noooo.. don’t leave me Mr. PeanutButter, I need you! Don’t leave me for the jelly, awk, come on! I’m so much better than her. What is she, a blob or jam that’s all! What I’m I going to eat when I’m hungry, huh? No, don’t walk away, I didn’t mean it! I was just hungry! I didn’t mean to eat you; I’ll never do it again. Don’t roll away..Come back!” I’m falling, I’m falling! “Help Mr. PB! Please…HELP ME!!”

“Ughhh..” I grunted when I hit the floor. Wait, why I’m I on the floor? I was falling..Oh, must be another dream! I really need to stop eating cheese before going to bed. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and checked the clock. 7:15..It’s all good, few more minutes. I was just about to fall back to sleep when..

“Get up Sky, don’t want to late!” shouted Mrs. Matthews from the hall. I moaned, for a split second there, I actually thought I was back in my own house, in my own room. It’s funny how much someone’s life could change in one week. My life was normal a week ago, well as normal as being a member of my family allowed.

I jumped up of the ground and walked over to my Narnia wardrobe. Yeah, when I got back I checked and to my disappointment, it was just a normal wardrobe. I had also unpacked most of things since I was going to live here, my as well make it more homey.

I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt. Since it was turning out to be a warm spring, I wanted to soak up as much sun as I could because the summers in Britain were never to be trusted. For all I knew, we would have torrential rain, hail and storms the whole summer. It wouldn’t be the first time.

I pulled on all the clothes after washing my face and brushing my teeth. Can’t go round looking like a troll with bad breath now can I. I checked my appearance in the mirror that was already in my room when I arrived, grabbed a pair of converse and my bag and scuffled out the door to the kitchen.

The house’s beauty still caught my breath each time. The glistening marble floors and the antique paintings on the walls were beautiful and mesmerizing and every time the light

caught the glass from the chandelier it would send off a rainbow of colours on the walls. It was hands down the nicest house I’d ever been in or seen for that matter. I was

definitely going to draw or maybe paint this sometime. I put it on my mental to-do list and carried on walking towards the kitchen.

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“No, no, no way in hell, did I mention..NO!” I screamed in Chase’s face.

“Why not? It’s not going to kill you!” he lazily replied while leaning against his death machine.

“Would you like me to go through the list? Well 1. 20 out of 100 deaths are motorcyclists. 2. I’d rather live. 3. Are you even old enough to ride that? 4. There is no way I’m sitting that close to you, gross!” I had ticked off all my points of my fingers for demonstration and at the end made a pretend gagging notice at the thought of having to sit behind him on that, that speed machine.

“Woo..chill. I’ve been riding this thing for like a year. So according to your statistics I should have died at least a few times and I’m still standing! I’m 17, sweetcheeks, fully legal. Now would you please just get on, most people don’t turn down a ride from me.” He gracefully leaped no and tapped the non-existent seat behind him. I rolled my eyes at him. I was not getting on, I’d rather walk and I didn’t even know the way.