Four cousins, there names all start with a c. They all currently hate eachother, until the night of the spark.
"All, right! Time to pick teams for dodgeball!" I groaned. I'm not the most athletic girl in the world. Jessica, Nick, Ryan, Melissa, all the way to butterball Bruce.
He is the fattest kid in the grade and got picked before me. Finally, Calli. "Three, two! One!" The whistle blows and BONK! Ouch! My head! "Um, coach, I forgot to give, myself insulin.
" I said, using that as my excuse to get out of gym.
"Okay, you can go. I will write you a pass." I sprinted faster than I had on the mile run to get out of there. "Hi, Nurses Keel and Leel. I came to check my insulin."
"Okay, here is a needle and juice. Help yourself." After that, the bell rang, marking the end of the day. I walk into Lucille's, the Italian restaurant.
"Hi Mom," I slump into the kitchen and hug her. I grab a bowl of spaghetti and start slurping. "Easy on the spaghetti, hon," my mom takes the spaghetti from me. "This is for the buyers.
" I run upstairs to feed my guinea pigs, Sneezy, Sleepy, Grumpy, Doepy, Bashful, Happy, Doc, Lumpy, Goofy, and Tiny.
It is hard living in a five star restaurant and only getting to eat leftovers. Bump, bump, bump, bump. Goes the stairs against my rump.
I roll over to the oven, and grab some meatballs and hurry back up, dropping meatballs all over. I bump into Carl, one of the waiters. "Woa, Woa, Woa," he says.
Then, he grabs me a bowl, and throws some garlic knots in with the meatballs. "Thanks," I tell him, mouth full. My room is Paris themed and I have always dreamed of going to see the world.
By the time I finish homework, it is five o clock, the restaurant's busiest time. I open my window, and climb the fire ladder up five floors to see my BFF.
Lily, my best friend lives a couple apartments up and I go up there a lot. Her mom is my sorta second mom and she is my sorta sister. We watch The Bachelor.
"Who will he chose, Julie or Serena?" The TV says.
"I love doing this." Lily tells me. "Me too!" I throw a pillow at her and run for the window. "It is almost seven. I better go." I tell her as I trip over her Legos. "Bye!"
When I return, Sneezy gives me a look. "What? It isn't so bad. Just because mom doesn't know I sneak out doesn't make it bad." Sneezy sneezes.
I head down to the kitchen and help mom as a waitress for the late night comers. "Are you ready to order?" I ask the old man. Eww. He has bats in the cave. "Something bad will happen to you.
" He tells me. I get creeped out. "Um, I'll be right back. I tell him. I make mom wait for him and spend the rest of the night in my room, gazing at the stars.
I leaped out of bed at 6 in the morning. I changed into some sweatpants and and an oversized sweatshirt. I brushed my teeth, went downstairs and boiled up a pot of chicken noodle soup.
When I was finished around 6:30 or so, I brought the bowl up to my parents room. There was my mom, sick, and lying in bed. I put the soup on the stand next to her.
I got the thermometer and took my mother's temperature, she was 102.6, she was burning up. I kissed her head, "hope you feel better," I whispered.
I walked back downstairs and got myself a bowl of frosted flakes. "I'm so ready for this math test," I thought outloud.
When I finished with my cereal, I packed up my stuff I forgot to put away the night before. I then, put on my coat, grabbed my instrument, and scrambled out the door to the bus stop.
On the bus I spotted my friend Myles, and I sat next to him. The whole ride we studied for the Social Studies quiz that we had first period. -Later at school...
"I think the quiz was relatively easy," I remarked to my other friend Kelvin. "You free today," he asked. "Nah, my mom's still got the flu, and my dad is still in Egypt," I answered.
I remembered that was the day my mom got sick.
"Anyways, don't wanna be late for ELA," I told already walking away, "See yah!" It was seventh period and I was heading to Math, where I was excited for the test.
I was on my way to room 211 when, WHAM! I had bumped into the school bully, and idiot, Steven. He had a black eye when he turned around. "Watch It!" he screamed.
"Sorry, I was just really focused on getting-"
"Shut It nerd!" He exclaimed, then picked me up by the collar, and shoved me into a locker. But fortunately, he didn't put a lock on it.
While through the little holes of the locker, I saw him, proudly, walk away. Then there was the bell. "Shoot," I whispered to myself. "I'm gonna be late." "HELP!" I exclaimed.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I exclaimed again. Thankfully, Principle. Coy had happened to hear me. "What happened," he asked. Then I told her the whole story.
"Do you need to go to the nurses offices," he asked. "No, I think I'm good," I lied. I ended up being 15 minutes late, and I had to tell Mr. Lunar the story too.
I was the latest to class, but I still finished the test first like usual. Band went smoothly, then was gym. We were playing dodgeball. "Yes! I love dodgeball!" I yelled. I was picked third.
I didn't even realize I had the same class as Calli, until I saw her leave the gym, her face hot with embarrassment. I almost forgot I was playing dodgeball.
So I ran, picked up a ball that was on the floor and continued running.
I sprinted towards the wall and did a wall flip, and threw the ball for special effect, and hit Matthew, the best athlete of the school.
Coach P, the most chill teacher in school calmly said, "Cayles, that was awesome, but no more of that before both of us get in trouble." "Sorry, I was just in the moment.
" I looked around and everyone was staring at me in shock. My could feel my face getting hot. Then there was the bell. Mr. Lunar, my math teacher told me to come to his class.
"Come sit down," he said calmly. I was starting to get nervous. He probably noticed because he said, "Oh! It's nothing bad, don't worry. In fact it's great!"
"What is it?" I asked starting to get excited. He smiled, "since you've had 100 average all year, and-" he paused handing me my test back. It was another 100.
"Would you like to be the leader of the math club for Seniors," he continued. I was shocked at the offer. "I would be honored," I said still shocked, trying to act adult like.
"Great, the next meeting starts tomorrow," he said handing me a paper. I took the paper, put it into my backpack, then went to Lucille's, the Italian restaurant my aunt owned.
I entered not looking at all fancy. I walked up to the back, and knocked on the door there.
One of the employees tried to kick me out, until my Aunt Lucille opened the door and said, "Carl, this is Cayles, my nephew. "Sorry for the misunderstanding," she explained.
"Sorry, ma'am Lucille," he said. Then he turned to me and apologized. I went into the back and asked for a big bowl of her famous spaghetti and meatball dish.
I tried to hand her the $50 but she said, "No, no, this is on the house." I thanked her and looked over to where I saw a half eaten bowl of spaghetti. I just ignored it.
"Calli's upstairs if you want to see her," my aunt told me. "No, no, it's fine," I tried to tell her. I've always hated her, and the rest, of my cousins.
See we're all in the same grade, the same age, and we were all born in the same month. Our dads are brothers. But my aunt already started calling her name. "Calli!" she yelled once. No response.
"Calli!" she yelled again. "She probably went to Lily's. Lily was her best friend. I knew her. She's nice, but a little fiesty. I was relieved as well.
When I was done with my meal, my aunt made a special soup for mom.
I said my goodbyes, and slid a twenty onto the counter for a thanks. When I arrived home, I saw my mom wearing a purple, baggy sweater that she uses for cleaning. She looked a bit better.
"I brought home your favorite soup from aunt Lucille," I told her optimistically. "Oh! You didn't have to do that," She said with a stuffy nose.
"No, Aunt Lucille offered to," I tried to convince her. "Oh that was nice of her," she said. I went in to hug her, happy that she was feeling better.
She hugged me, and that's when she noticed a big, red mark, going across my neck, for when Steven picked me up. She turned me around, "What happened?" she asked. "Oh, uh...
, it's nothing," I tried to make up an excuse. "Then why is there a bruise on your forehead?" "I, uh..., accidently ran into a locker," I lied.
I knew it was from when the locker was slammed into me. My mom hugged me tighter. "I hate seeing my baby like this," she told me, sounding sad.
"Now," she changed the subject, "Is your father still on that business trip?" "Yeah," I replied. "Geez," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Nah, I already ate," I answered. I was scrolling through Tik Tok on my phone, while my mom was eating.
Then she asked, "So how was school, besides the whole neck and bruise thing?
" "Oh! I started to get excited, "I am now leader of the math club for Seniors," I said, handing her the paper from earlier.
"Wow! I'm so proud of my baby! Your so incredibly smart!" My mom told me. We hugged, then I went upstairs to my room, and sat on my bed. I looked out my window and for the first time ever.
I thought of my cousins who I hated, Calli, Chrissy, and Colton.
A little note for u all!
Hey! Thanks so much for reading! These are the first two character's perspectives. (Callie and Cayles) And Chrissy and Colton's are coming soon.
Not all credit goes to me! I wrote some of this with my friends!