Cliche by ninja jinx (interesting books to read in english .TXT) 📕

“I can’t help it, I’m nervous.”

I shook my head and nearly gasped when the creaking began coming closer. “Sarah this may be the end” I said solemnly. “We may never get to see your baby and be-”

“Oh hell we will” she bellowed, “I’m not going to let this stop me”. And then just like that she pulled out a pan from under her top. I didn’t even want to know how she fit that inside there. Soon I felt her standing up and throwing the banana peel away, and at that moment she looked like one of those fictional characters you find in fantasy books. “This mother fudger isn’t going to touch my baby” she yelled and then she was flying through the air with a great war cry. “DIE DEMON”.

It was all in slow motion, the light from the sudden burst of lightning enlightening the battlefield. 

I gasped as I heard something clash and then something heavy fall onto the ground. Sarah!

The lights flickered on and I heard the front door being banged open. “Isabel?!” Miss Knight’s shrill voice rang out. Wait if she was down there, then who was inside the house…?

My eyes trailed down to see a middle age male lying on the floor with a huge lump on his forehead while he held a candy wrapper in one hand. Oh shit, could this be the murderer?

I heard thundering footsteps before the officer that was meant to keep watch and Miss Knight were storming in. The guy with the gun took one look at the guy on the floor before he had him pinned down. Though he was already out like a flame…

“The criminal! Just as I thought, trying to sneak in while this maiden is poor and defenseless. How dare you!” he cried. Wow, could he be any more dramatic? I mean what is with this dude?

“It wasn’t you though who took him down it was” and I pointed in the direction of Sarah to only see she had disappeared. “It was who dear” the old grandma asked worriedly. “Ah…it was me”.

Miss Knight laughed and began beating my back. “Such a brave girl” she said, and then she glanced at the officer and raised an eyebrow. “You should learn from her”. Ok, maybe this old hag wasn’t that bad after all.

He muttered curses under his breath as his cheeks colored a bright pink. “Well I’ll be taking my leave ladies” he uttered. I wanted so bad to laugh at him, but being the angel I am I held it in.

“Miss Knight” I said. “Hmm” she mumbled as she fixed her clothes.

“What were you doing on my balcony?” I blurted.

She let a big boom of laughter. “I had a hunch something was going to happen, and I thought I saw someone sneaking onto your balcony. So I went to investigate”.

Huh?

“B-but how did you get onto the second floor balcony?” I asked in disbelief.

“Isabel, I was the state champion in Gymnastics. No one was better than me”. Conceited much.

“Oh wow” I said.

She laughed as she began walking towards the front door. “Better see if he’s handling the situation right” she said. My view has just changed about this woman. I have more respect for the old hag next door.  Then she turned back and looked at me through lowered lashes, “Isabel, I love when you wear those track suit pants.”

I take that back. I totally despise this old perverted hag.

“Isabel” a muffled voice called, and I nearly shat my pants. Could this be a ghost? “Isabel let me out”. Oh no it wants me to let it out so it can haunt me!

“Isabel! I can’t get out”. Sarah?

“Sarah is that you?”

“Of course it’s me you idiot. Now let me out.”

“But where are you to begin with?” I asked as I looked around.

“In the cupboard.”

Huh?

I walked towards the cupboard and swung the door open to see Sarah cramped inside with her knees shoved up her mouth. How the hell did she manage to get in here? And why is she always in the cupboard?

“Sarah what the hell are you doing inside the cupboard?” I asked.

She mumbled something into her knee and looked at me. I think she was trying to convey some sort of message. Oh right, she probably wants me to take her out. He, he, he, maybe I should just leave her?

She must have seen what was going through my head, because the next thing I knew her hand slithered out and latched onto my arm. “Don’t dare leave” she uttered, “I saved your life remember?”

Oh right, damn I owe her.

Gently I gripped her upper arm and tugged her out. She gripped my arm as she stumbled out and when she steadied herself she gave me the stink eye. “Why were you in the cupboard anyway?” I asked.

“Well I couldn’t let them see me, I don’t want them to know I’m pregnant…just not yet” she whispered.

“But how did you get inside so fast…” I muttered to myself.

“Pardon?” she asked as she fixed her top and pulled down her jeans.

 “We should head downstairs; we still have that whole movie to watch” I said as I gave her a bright smile.

“Right,” she giggled.

Ever since Sarah’s come back into my life everything seems to have changed. Though I’m not sure for the better or for the worse…

Chapter 5: The crazy not girlfriend

My parents called me the next day. Apparently they got a call from Miss Knight about last night’s incident. They kept blabbering away about how worried they were, and why I didn’t call them. My mum even asked if she should come home, but in the current situation with Sarah I couldn’t allow that. It’ll just cause too much drama if people were to find it out by accident instead of the person telling them directly. Though I kind of feel bad about being so frank that I didn’t need her, I think I may have hurt her feelings…

Anyway Sarah’s also been acting up; she just always seems to be overly depressed or happy. I don’t know how long I can handle her constant complaints and hugs.  Oh, and Miss Knight won’t leave me alone. I guess after yesterday’s incident she thinks where ‘best friends’. Well it’s either that or she thinks where something deeper, and I don’t even want to consider that thought.

I looked outside and into the hot summer day while playing on my DS. “There’s a party tonight Isabel. We should so go” Sarah said as she sauntered up to me. I still hadn’t forgiven her for ruining my boxers. “Please” she whined as she snatched the DS and held it above her head. I got up and stretched to reach it, cracking my spine in the process but in the end I guess I was too short.

“Give it back” I said, my voice coated with irritation. “And anyway, you’re pregnant now and you have a baby to think about.”

I was expecting a snarky comeback but not the sad smile she shot my way. “That’s the thing” she said quietly, “this may be my only chance.”

Signing I looked at anything but her. One thing I could not take is someone this depressed. I guess I still cared for her…deep down.

“W-well I have nothing to wear” I muttered in defeat. I really do give up easily. She looked shock for a moment and then she was prancing around and squealing like a lady on drugs.  

After her little jumping marathon, she clutched my hand and pulled me up. “This is going to be so fun Isabel. I going to show you how to look like a girl.” I wasn’t sure if I was meant to take that to heart or not.

 I raised my eyebrow and looked at my clothes. I wasn’t a total lazy ass who didn’t care what I wear. I actually spent few minutes a day deciding. Ok, yes maybe it may seem like I wear the same things every day, like a uniform, but that’s only because all my clothes look the same. All I have in my cupboard are jeans, shirts, tights, shorts and combat boots. The slippers I wear aren’t really mine but my mums. Mine broke ages ago but I was too lazy to actually go buy another pair.

When we arrived at my bedroom door, after Sarah had pushed me up the stairs, she shoved me inside roughly and slammed the door behind me. “Hurry up, get dressed,” she said excitedly. I felt like Cinderella or Fiona from Shrek for being locked up in my own room.

I huffed a breath out and began rummaging through the books on the floor for yesterday’s shorts. I was too lazy to go downstairs again and get the new pair from the cloths line, and anyway Sarah would probably beat the crap out of me.

Lazily I grabbed a white tank top and quickly dressed into it, while I tried to brush out my hair using my fingers. I threw on my combat boots and pocketed my purse and phone. All set for the world ahead.

“Hurry up you fatso!” Sarah called.

Rolling my eyes I ran towards the stairs and tripped over nothing but particles know as atoms, before falling to my doom. I heard a scream before I was tumbling down. “Belly!”

I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. Don’t worry people, this has happened before. Sarah wasn’t the only clumsy one around here, in fact if anyone could match her; it would have to be me. “Belly”, Sarah called as she knelt before me and held my hand, “did you break your phone?” Wow, I just fell down the stairs and that’s what she asks me.

“No, I’m perfectly fine, thanks for asking” I said sarcastically as I got up slowly. Sarah looked at me stupidly like I was the one that was acting inconsiderate. Shrugging her shoulders she picked up my glasses and handed them to me. I inspected them for any cracks and when I deemed it un-cracked I placed them on my head. “Belly” Sarah whined as she snatched my arm and began walking outside, “hurry up, you’re so slow”.

When we arrived into the hot summer’s morning, I could already feel the weight of the suns radiant light. “Well anyway, Isabel for the dress I was thinking about this-”

“Isabel!” a voice called. Oh, what now? Can’t these people leave me alone?

We both turned towards the source of the sound and I nearly gagged at the flouncing girl which was heading towards us. How can she look so happy-go-lucky in this weather?

“Isabel!” she called again as she waved her hands above her head in excitement. “Oh Isabel”.

“Who is that?” Sarah asked peeved as she squinted at the person.

“Some person?” I answered equally as peeved. I really didn’t know who that person is and how she knows my name.

When she finally came to stand before me, I studied her attire and appearance from top to bottom. She wore a frilly pink skirt with a white sequenced top that hurt the eyes. “Ow” I muttered as I focused on her face.

I Hate Scary Clowns.

And this person resembled one, with all the makeup. Her