Ch1, Part 1- CURSE YOU ELLIE!!
*Ack, ACK… (Gasp) ACK, CHHHHH (gasp, pant-pant)*
Ginger patted my back without sympathy. In fact, she was kind of ticked.
“That’ll show you.”
Wow. What a sweet little sister, err… step-sister. Whatever! She was so close to me that the step part didn’t even matter.
“I swear, one day you will dieeating so fast. And I’ll write some tearful obituary about what a sweet girl you were and how you died for your intense love of food.”
I cleared my throat uncomfortably.
“Yeah Ging, I get it. No need to ‘drama queen’ on me.”
I continued breaking down my Terry’s© chocolate orange into the perforated slices. I sighed contentedly, feeling the orange oil infused into the creamy milk chocolate roll across my tongue.
BLISS, FREAKING BLISS.
Ginger, being herself, prattled on about something totally irrelevant (probably a new song she found or a cute guy). But while I was ignoring her, delving into my candy like a crazed maniac, a few words actually sunk in
Then she said…
She was all like, “No way dude!”
Nokia Phone Game!!
“What?” I asked, licking off my fingers.
She snickered and took my empty candy wrapper.
“You have no idea what I just said, huh?”
“Nope. Not a clue.”
I got up to go to my kitchen in search of more food
“I said, Ellie Webster got Ultimate V.I.P. tickets to One Direction. She’s not going, though, so she offered them to us. I actually wanted them, so I took them. She was so surprised. She actually said, ‘I didn’t think anyone wanted to go to the concert.’ I was just thinking, how could you not want to go to the concert?”
“Um… cool? We got any food in the house?”
She laughed and walked away. Aw! L WHAT THE HECK GINGER?! I’m still hungry.
Oh, well. She’s just pissed because I don’t really care about her concert. I mean, I guess I’m excited. I’m just not going to fangurl all over Liam Payne like Ginger does. And man, does she fangurl! One time, she just randomly comes up to me and just says, “Did you know that Liam went to the junior Olympics for sprinting? Like, so beast!” What I find is that whenever she goes all valley-girl fawning over Mistah Payne, just smile…: D… and nod.
I’ve always been the kind of girl who says what she feels and means it whole-heartedly. So when I found my mouth forming into the words that scared me most, there was almost nothing I could do to stop it.
The figure said nothing, just continued a gradual move towards me, backing me into the wall. I’ll admit, I totally wanted to be here. Adrenaline in my system is a force to be reckoned with… But then again, I also wanted to be plowing through a gallon of ice cream watching Jane by Design. Was that going to happen? Nope. It was way too late for that. I’d had my chance to run away like I usually do and I missed it. All I could do now was be scared (which I completely was…). Let me finish stalling and tell you how this all begun; with me, choking on a chocolate.