Twisted *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter Two

Chapter two: Stuff happens

I woke up to the sound of Daphne screaming. "Melanie! Melanie! Get up! We have to go to school!"

"What?" I groaned. "Wait a minute." I sat up. "What time is it?" I looked towards my alarm clock, and saw that it was 6:30. "Daphne! You let me sleep in this late! I am never letting you sleep over again!"

"It's not my fault!" Daphne whined, "I forgot it was a school day."

I sighed and slowly got out of bed. "Well get ready. I'm not letting you borrow any clothes!"

We both rushed to get ready, and I ran downstairs to find that we were still out of muffins. I had forgotten to buy muffins yesterday. I put my head in my hands and sighed. Slowly, I walked over to the toaster and grabbed a piece of bread. Just as my toast popped up, Daphne strutted into the kitchen, with her shirt on backwards.

"Your shirt is on backwards." I reminded her. Daphne gasped and quickly corrected the issue. Luckily, her hair was in a sock bun, so she didn't mess up her hair while she put her shirt on the right way.

"By the way, I'm driving!" Daphne exclaimed, while grabbing an orange off the counter. "I don't want to have to come back to get my car. Besides, there isn't any football practice today, so I have to work on my project with Ronald McDonald. Have you and Andrew started on your project yet?"

"Actually, we were planning on starting today. Do you think you could drop me off at his house? He's giving me his address today." I rambled on about our ideas for what to do for the project. I had only skimmed over the packet, but Andrew and I would read more into it after school today.

"Hm... sure, I can do that." Daphne winked, "I'm assuming I won't have to pick you up?"

"Daphne!" I hit her on the arm. "But no, you don't have to drive me. Andrew will drive me home or I'll get a cab. Either way, I am not spending the night, if that was what you were thinking. I've only known him for less than twenty-four hours!"

"Time is just a number!" Daphne sang, spinning around with her hand to her chest. "Love knows no bounds!"

"I think the actual phrase is 'Age is just a number.'" I laughed.

"Psh, whatever!" Daphne giggled, "Now get in the car!" She tried to smack me, but I moved away, and flew towards the front door. I flung the front door open and ran towards her car, sitting down in the passenger seat. Daphne, who was not far behind me, sat in the drivers seat and pulled out of the driveway. We got to school at 7:45 and immediately parted ways at the front door. When I got to my homeroom, I noticed Andrew standing in front of the door to the classroom.

"Hey, Andrea." I tapped Andrew on the shoulder. "Wrong homeroom, dude."

He turned around to face me. "No, this is my homeroom." Andrew proclaimed. "I have homeroom with Mrs. Connel, the Language Arts teacher."

"Wait, why didn't I see you in homeroom yesterday, then?" I countered.

"Well, I sat on the complete other side of the room. But I noticed you." Andrew smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. I hit him on the shoulder in response.

"There you go, flirting again." I chirped. "Silly, silly Andrea."

Andrew made a noise that was something between a laugh and a sigh. We walked into homeroom together, and then parted ways to go to our separate seats. I listened to the morning announcements, and then went to my first class, History. My history teacher was named Mr. Putin, but claimed he was in no way related to the president of Russia. A lot of my classmates don't believe him, though.Luckily, I had this class with Daphne. We sat next to each other, in the back of the room. I tried not to talk, but it happened sometimes.