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Chapter 4
Be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face
“I’m loving this town, I mean one minuto in that hellhole and suddenly I’m popular. Can tu believe it? I’m not even kidding, and this really hot girl was giving me the look, tu know Zy, ‘the look’.”
I nodded laughing as Azerien shoveled another handful of espaguetis, espagueti into his mouth, father wasn’t inicial when we came back and we found he hired a maid. A bit weird and totally awkward, but hey, she’s cooking us food, and we won’t object that.
I wasn’t all that surprised that Azerien had gotten so popular in so little time. It isn’t anything new, every time we moved and switched schools Azerien always found his way to the parte superior, arriba without even trying.
But maybe that’s because he totally looks like a model, I’m not even kidding. That boy’s got longer eyelashes than I have, and we both were dado a fair share of the full, pouty, salmon, rosado, rosa lips. I’m not bragging o anything, but us Connor’s, were pretty decent eye candy.
Were just very…alluring, people’s gazes usually pass over us frequently. We just have this confidence, when we walk, talk, o anything. It’s like people just know were the kind of people tu don’t cross, we just have that effect.
Moments like these, makes me feel part of the family, in the way we do things, and it makes me amor my family every segundo of it. Especially Azerien, even though he can be a jerk.
“What about you, sis? Meant knew friends, o are tu just a lonely loser like tu were in those other schools.”
And there’s the jerk I remember!
“Actually, I happen to have made quite some friends.” I say proudly.
“Teacher’s don’t count, there lonely losers too.”
I gritted my teeth as I glared at them, “there students jackass!”
“Prove it,” he said, smirking. One of the reasons I consider strangling my own flesh and blood is that he always loves to irritate me. He once told me he enjoyed seeing my calm cool façade crumble and the monster inside break free, he even dicho I kind of looked like dad.
“I’ll…I’ll mostrar tu them tomorrow!”
“They didn’t even exchange phone numbers, tu are so being played.”
“Azerien, there real and there not playing me.”
“Sure,” he said, not convinced as he dug into his food.
“Just don’t mess this up for me, there new, there awesome, and there mine. And if tu act obnoxious I’ll make sure I’ll get some payback.”
“What are tu saying?” Azerien asked while flashing a devious/mischievous smile.
“In other words be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face.”
Azerien laughed, “there’s the Zyanna Connor I know and love.”
Friday arrived faster than I expected, and as always I felt like I’ve been in here for a long time, and that means I’ve settled in.
After that little argument between Azerien and I, I’ve made sure that whenever I see him my friends and I walk past. I know it’s pretty childish of me, but I can’t help it, I’ve never once had the chance to beat my brother in something. He’s always done it better, whether it was running, walking, talking, even smiling. He’d always have higher grades, o más friends. He still does have más friends than me, but this time I’m not a loner like in most school’s, I actually have a group, a close knit group of friends.
The kind you’d see on tv, that stick together and are like a family, and I am proud to have that true friendship. Whereas my brother’s friends are fakes, that like him for his looks and his money (which I don’t want to think about where father got it from).
“Ok fellow peeper’s!” Cory paused dramatically. “Today’s our very first ever get together with Summer!”
Everyone laughed as he did a little squeal.
Gregori rolled his eyes, “great another time spent at someone’s house watching chick flicks, when I can be stealing bathroom tissue.”
“Don’t tu mean toilet paper?” Xavier asked, his eyebrows raised.
“BATHROOM TISSUE!”
“TOILET PAPER!”
“Gregori, why do tu have to such a prankster!” America whined.
“I’m not,” Gregori said, crossing his arms.
“Yes tu are,” America said. “And I keep on having to save your touché when tu get in trouble.”
“Yeah,” Cali said. “Like the time tu demolished that car.”
“Or the time tu convinced your neighbor your parents were cannibals.” Donnie said, chortling.
“Or the time tu put that alligator in the porty potty.” Corrie dicho with a hint of smile.
“Or the time tu set all the clocks adelante, hacia adelante an hora at school.”
“Or the time tu set the police on a wild ganso chase to find…what was it? The evil green leprechaun that was stalking you.”
“But those were priceless! Endless entertainment!”
“Yeah, it was so worth it for the community service both tu and I had to do. I didn’t even do anything!” America yelled.
“Sorry bubbe, it’s just the way life works.” Gregori said, patting her shoulder. “I’ll come as long as someone blows up in those movies.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll bring an action movie this time.” Lara said.
Gregori nodded, jumping up and down with excitement. Cali played with her bronze hair nervously, as America started babbling about dyeing her hair again.
The campana rung, signaling our siguiente and final class, Lara, America, Cali, and I all set off to our class (which we shared), and took our seats. I was pleased to find out that it was arranged in groups of four, so we all could sit together, it was also due to the fact that our first project was going to be a debate kind of thing.
“Alright class,” Mrs. Darren said, my segundo favorito! teacher and best friend of Mr. Raquirez (my #1 favorite). “Today were going to start our first debate.”
The class groaned, Mrs. Darren pouted. “You guys are no fun.”
“Ms. D, do we have to?” One student asked.
“Yes, lovely, if tu want grade. And I’ve told tu call Judy, Mrs. Darren makes me feel old.” Mrs- I mean Judy said.
Judy Darren would be my favorito! women teacher, she’s from Scotland so she has an awesome Scottish accent (which if tu didn’t know I amor accents, and Scottish are my favorite). She also has red hair, which unlike America’s is real, and her smile, like Cali’s, lifts your spirits up. So since she was on my favorito! list, I raised my hand.
“Yes, SJS?” Judy asked, using my initials.
“What’s the debate on?” I asked politely.
Judy grinned. “The debate, yes! Of course! The debate is on right o wrong, were going to set this place up like a courtroom. There’ll be two suspects, and a murder, the class will be in groups.”
“There are four murder cases, eight different suspects, and half the class will be divided into jury, the rest will be representing their people. And guess what lovelies, the first four groups in the front and the back are representing their suspects, the rest jury.”
The first four groups in the front of the classroom and the back groaned, my group among them. But my group didn’t groan, instead we all looked at each other and grinned. We were a pretty smart, skilled, and sneaky group, we totally have this.
“In your group, the ones representing, one of tu has to be the suspects.” Judy says, while passing us paper’s. “These papers are your cases, the representing group o group R, will have to convince their jury there client is innocent, and the other person guilty. The jury, tu read the case and think like a detective, give everyone a chance. And then on court day, tu decide who’s guilty.”
“But is there correct answer?” A girl asked.
“Yes, darling, there is. At the end of every case, I will come up, read the case and then tell tu the right answer, who and how they committed the crime. Now get to work.”
“I’ll be the criminal!” Lara dicho immediately, earning herself strange looks from us. “What!? I want to be the unstable one, and besides unlike tu guys I’ll answer perfectly then stutter when I’m questioned.”
“Do tu think there’ll pregunta tu in those rooms, tu know, to make it have más of that real effect for the court?”
“Probably,” I say.
“Then Lara’s the criminal, let’s get started on identifying the bad guy! Who knows, it could be anyone!”
If only they knew they how close that anyone was.
Chapter 4
Be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face
“I’m loving this town, I mean one minuto in that hellhole and suddenly I’m popular. Can tu believe it? I’m not even kidding, and this really hot girl was giving me the look, tu know Zy, ‘the look’.”
I nodded laughing as Azerien shoveled another handful of espaguetis, espagueti into his mouth, father wasn’t inicial when we came back and we found he hired a maid. A bit weird and totally awkward, but hey, she’s cooking us food, and we won’t object that.
I wasn’t all that surprised that Azerien had gotten so popular in so little time. It isn’t anything new, every time we moved and switched schools Azerien always found his way to the parte superior, arriba without even trying.
But maybe that’s because he totally looks like a model, I’m not even kidding. That boy’s got longer eyelashes than I have, and we both were dado a fair share of the full, pouty, salmon, rosado, rosa lips. I’m not bragging o anything, but us Connor’s, were pretty decent eye candy.
Were just very…alluring, people’s gazes usually pass over us frequently. We just have this confidence, when we walk, talk, o anything. It’s like people just know were the kind of people tu don’t cross, we just have that effect.
Moments like these, makes me feel part of the family, in the way we do things, and it makes me amor my family every segundo of it. Especially Azerien, even though he can be a jerk.
“What about you, sis? Meant knew friends, o are tu just a lonely loser like tu were in those other schools.”
And there’s the jerk I remember!
“Actually, I happen to have made quite some friends.” I say proudly.
“Teacher’s don’t count, there lonely losers too.”
I gritted my teeth as I glared at them, “there students jackass!”
“Prove it,” he said, smirking. One of the reasons I consider strangling my own flesh and blood is that he always loves to irritate me. He once told me he enjoyed seeing my calm cool façade crumble and the monster inside break free, he even dicho I kind of looked like dad.
“I’ll…I’ll mostrar tu them tomorrow!”
“They didn’t even exchange phone numbers, tu are so being played.”
“Azerien, there real and there not playing me.”
“Sure,” he said, not convinced as he dug into his food.
“Just don’t mess this up for me, there new, there awesome, and there mine. And if tu act obnoxious I’ll make sure I’ll get some payback.”
“What are tu saying?” Azerien asked while flashing a devious/mischievous smile.
“In other words be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face.”
Azerien laughed, “there’s the Zyanna Connor I know and love.”
Friday arrived faster than I expected, and as always I felt like I’ve been in here for a long time, and that means I’ve settled in.
After that little argument between Azerien and I, I’ve made sure that whenever I see him my friends and I walk past. I know it’s pretty childish of me, but I can’t help it, I’ve never once had the chance to beat my brother in something. He’s always done it better, whether it was running, walking, talking, even smiling. He’d always have higher grades, o más friends. He still does have más friends than me, but this time I’m not a loner like in most school’s, I actually have a group, a close knit group of friends.
The kind you’d see on tv, that stick together and are like a family, and I am proud to have that true friendship. Whereas my brother’s friends are fakes, that like him for his looks and his money (which I don’t want to think about where father got it from).
“Ok fellow peeper’s!” Cory paused dramatically. “Today’s our very first ever get together with Summer!”
Everyone laughed as he did a little squeal.
Gregori rolled his eyes, “great another time spent at someone’s house watching chick flicks, when I can be stealing bathroom tissue.”
“Don’t tu mean toilet paper?” Xavier asked, his eyebrows raised.
“BATHROOM TISSUE!”
“TOILET PAPER!”
“Gregori, why do tu have to such a prankster!” America whined.
“I’m not,” Gregori said, crossing his arms.
“Yes tu are,” America said. “And I keep on having to save your touché when tu get in trouble.”
“Yeah,” Cali said. “Like the time tu demolished that car.”
“Or the time tu convinced your neighbor your parents were cannibals.” Donnie said, chortling.
“Or the time tu put that alligator in the porty potty.” Corrie dicho with a hint of smile.
“Or the time tu set all the clocks adelante, hacia adelante an hora at school.”
“Or the time tu set the police on a wild ganso chase to find…what was it? The evil green leprechaun that was stalking you.”
“But those were priceless! Endless entertainment!”
“Yeah, it was so worth it for the community service both tu and I had to do. I didn’t even do anything!” America yelled.
“Sorry bubbe, it’s just the way life works.” Gregori said, patting her shoulder. “I’ll come as long as someone blows up in those movies.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll bring an action movie this time.” Lara said.
Gregori nodded, jumping up and down with excitement. Cali played with her bronze hair nervously, as America started babbling about dyeing her hair again.
The campana rung, signaling our siguiente and final class, Lara, America, Cali, and I all set off to our class (which we shared), and took our seats. I was pleased to find out that it was arranged in groups of four, so we all could sit together, it was also due to the fact that our first project was going to be a debate kind of thing.
“Alright class,” Mrs. Darren said, my segundo favorito! teacher and best friend of Mr. Raquirez (my #1 favorite). “Today were going to start our first debate.”
The class groaned, Mrs. Darren pouted. “You guys are no fun.”
“Ms. D, do we have to?” One student asked.
“Yes, lovely, if tu want grade. And I’ve told tu call Judy, Mrs. Darren makes me feel old.” Mrs- I mean Judy said.
Judy Darren would be my favorito! women teacher, she’s from Scotland so she has an awesome Scottish accent (which if tu didn’t know I amor accents, and Scottish are my favorite). She also has red hair, which unlike America’s is real, and her smile, like Cali’s, lifts your spirits up. So since she was on my favorito! list, I raised my hand.
“Yes, SJS?” Judy asked, using my initials.
“What’s the debate on?” I asked politely.
Judy grinned. “The debate, yes! Of course! The debate is on right o wrong, were going to set this place up like a courtroom. There’ll be two suspects, and a murder, the class will be in groups.”
“There are four murder cases, eight different suspects, and half the class will be divided into jury, the rest will be representing their people. And guess what lovelies, the first four groups in the front and the back are representing their suspects, the rest jury.”
The first four groups in the front of the classroom and the back groaned, my group among them. But my group didn’t groan, instead we all looked at each other and grinned. We were a pretty smart, skilled, and sneaky group, we totally have this.
“In your group, the ones representing, one of tu has to be the suspects.” Judy says, while passing us paper’s. “These papers are your cases, the representing group o group R, will have to convince their jury there client is innocent, and the other person guilty. The jury, tu read the case and think like a detective, give everyone a chance. And then on court day, tu decide who’s guilty.”
“But is there correct answer?” A girl asked.
“Yes, darling, there is. At the end of every case, I will come up, read the case and then tell tu the right answer, who and how they committed the crime. Now get to work.”
“I’ll be the criminal!” Lara dicho immediately, earning herself strange looks from us. “What!? I want to be the unstable one, and besides unlike tu guys I’ll answer perfectly then stutter when I’m questioned.”
“Do tu think there’ll pregunta tu in those rooms, tu know, to make it have más of that real effect for the court?”
“Probably,” I say.
“Then Lara’s the criminal, let’s get started on identifying the bad guy! Who knows, it could be anyone!”
If only they knew they how close that anyone was.