Call Me Dumb (On Hold)

Call Me Dumb - Chapter Three

Hey guys, first of all I want to thank all of you amazing people out there who have fanned, commented, voted and read my story. I know eight fans is nothing compared to some other writers on here, but to me it's the world, so thank you! Second of all, Sierra cracks me up. I know that's probably irrelevant but I just couldn't help myself, she has to be hands down the funniest character I've ever written. And I've also decided that her and Cassie's relationship is loosely based on my mum and aunty's, my aunty brought this to my attention yesterday and it's been stuck in my mind ever since. You know who you are! =D

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Chapter Three

For the rest of the week Sierra and Kenna had made me role play. Yes, I said role play. How? You ask. Simple. Either of them would suddenly shout 'ROLE PLAY!' and I would have to immediately sink into my role of Barbie of the year. It wasn't as easy as it sounds, because they told me when to stop, and I kept forgetting that when I went to bed and woke up the next morning.

"Morning!" Sierra sung. I grunted in response. "You broke character," she said harshly. Crap.

"Why does it matter?" I asked through a yawn as I poured myself a cup of coffee. "It's not as if anyone but Aunt Nina is going to see me in the morning."

"Looking the way you do now, I wouldn't be so sure," she said with a wink. Dad choked on his coffee.

"Relax! She's just trying to wind me up," I told my parents.

"Oh I won't have to from now on. You'll have a bunch of guys for that," she said, giggling. I glared at her as I shoved half a piece of toast in my mouth. "Hello! Sleepovers?" Oh crap, I didn't think about that.

"I didn't think about that," I grumbled.

"Exactly," she said in her stupid matter-of-fact voice. That was my tone, she stole it. I sat down at the table across from her with a sigh, pouring cornflakes and milk into a bowl before smothering it all in sugar. Sierra eyed it with distaste.

"What? It tastes good," I told her before shoving some in my mouth.

"You know that's not good for you right?" she questioned. I just shrugged; I didn't really care, not this early in the morning at least.

"Sere?"

"Hm?" she asked, flicking through the fashions that dad had just handed her as he divided the paper up into sections. He gave mum the lifestyle and me the comics to read so he could read the business section in peace before I stole it.

"What if I don't like the girls?" I asked before chuckling at Garfield.

"You're not meant to like them. It's for college not fun," she said simply.

"No I know, but. I mean what if I really hate them? Like, say they're really horrible and I can't take it and end up screwing the whole thing up?" I asked.

"You won't," she shrugged.

"Well, how do you know?"

"Because I just do! Now will you shut up?" she snapped. I rolled my eyes before grabbing the business section out of dad's hands.

"Hey!" he protested, looking annoyed. I passed the comics to Sere as I flipped to the stocks.

"You have to get to work," I said, pointing to the clock on the wall.

"Ooh! Thanks Cass," he said, standing up and kissing me and Sierra on the top of our heads before kissing mum and grabbing his briefcase and car keys. "Have a good day!" he called to us all.