My Sister’s Midnighters Fan Fic

  Unfortunately, this is all I managed to get.

Friday

11:00 A.M.

Erika

~Valerie

Lunch Room

“Hey!” A vaguely familiar voice was shouting across the school grounds, “Hey, Valerie!” Valerie heard her name but kept walking. She didn’t want to talk to the person unless her suspicions about who the voice belonged to were confirmed.

“VAL!” A male voice joined the female’s, “VALERIE!” Valerie sped up, Greg was one of her best friends, but she didn’t want him to meet Erika. The two would not get along well.

Valerie hurried to the lunch room and sat down next to Alaina. As usual Alaina made no note of her presence except for a small, “Hmph,” but Valerie took that as a greeting. She was leaned over a spare Algebra 2 book that Mr. Hinkle had managed to get from the high school for her at the beginning of the day, after she had successfully completed her whole Algebra book that morning in 1^st period.

“Alaina!” Valerie broke her familiar ‘I love math way too much’ trance with a sharp whisper.

“Val, do we have to go over this again? You have to wait until I’m done with the problem to talk. ” Alaina mumbled, but she looked up from the book anyway.

“Lainey, do you see Erika?” Valerie asked quietly not looking away from the table.

“Well, duh. Val, you of all people should know that Erica has the same lunch as us!” Alaina was acting as if this was completely obvious. That worried Valerie. Then she realized Alaina was talking about Erica Jirmane, the girl in Valerie’s art class that always insulted her red hair.

“Lainey! Not that Erica!” Valerie was panicking, she did NOT want Greg to meet Erika. For that to happen Erika COULDN’T find their table. “Erika Messon! From camp! You know, the Erika we’ve spent 2 weeks of every summer with summer with since 2^nd grade!”

“Oh. No.” Alaina looked mortified. The two girls looked around the lunch room frantically until Alaina whispered, “I see her!” Valerie did too, her black ensemble, complete with sunglasses was hard to miss against her pale white skin and hair so blonde that it was almost white.

“Alaina, you have to get her out of here. She can’t meet Greg.” Valerie spoke slowly, stunned that their summer friend had shown up in a place they never expected her to be, Kaufman Middle School.

“Why not?” Alaina asked, “It’d be the closest thing to a fight that we’re ever gonna get around here.” Alaina leaned back with a smile on her face as Erika spotted them and walked quickly over towards the table.

“Hey, Lainey.” Erika said, and it seemed awkward for her voice to be inside this too bright room. “Val, why’d you run away?” She asked.

“Uh…uh….what do you mean?” Valerie scrambled for words.

“You know what I mean, Val. Running. Away. “ Erika separated the last two words into different sentences. Valerie couldn’t speak, she didn’t want Erika to know ANYTHING about Greg. She grabbed a napkin off of Alaina’s tray, took her pencil out of her jeans, and doodled, like she always did in her free time and when she was nervous, without looking away from Erika. Erika gave up, sat down, and started talking to Alaina about her grandpa’s heart attack and how her family had moved here out of worry that it would happen again, then Alaina quickly grabbed the napkin away from Valerie and hid it under the table. Valerie broke from her trance and snatched back the crumpled napkin.

“Valerie,” Alaina said quietly, her and Erika both knew that Valerie could draw really well, but this time Valerie didn’t think they wanted to see it. “Val, throw it–” Valerie stared down at the napkin and the picture began to flicker so that she no longer saw the dead old man that she had drawn, but Kaufman Park. There were few people in the park and it looked like the sun was rising. Slowly the old man came into to view and Valerie recognized him. He was Erika’s grandfather. She watched, unable to blink or tear her eyes away, as the old man ran along the path. He came to a stop, resting on the ground in the trees. Valerie knew what was going to happen. Tears started to fall as she watched Erika’s grandfather die. The picture went back to how she drew it. “–away” Alaina finished, Val thought that she should have at least tried to help her look away. The tears must have just appeared to Alaina and Erika, because they looked in shock after noticing her wet face.

Well, I managed not to get killed, but I make no promises that this won’t be my last post

“Val? Valerie? Are you crying?” Greg heard Erika’s accusation as he came to sit down, Nichiara and William behind him.

“Valerie?” Greg asked as if he was unsure that it was really her, with her tear streaked face on the table, ” Jeez, Laine. What’d you do to her?” Valerie noticed that he took off his glasses as he sat down.

“Greg, Erika. Erika, Greg.” Alaina introduced them before Valerie could protest.

“Greg, why do you have your glasses off?” Valerie asked,giving up on the ‘Greg can’t meet Erika’ concept.

“Well, you guys were really blurry, so I took them off , but now I can’t see anything other than the six of us.” Greg explained.

Valerie looked at Nichiara as she took a seat. She seemed grumpier than usual.

“So, Val why were you crying?” William asked, also sitting down.

“Oh, well, uh…” Valerie knew that she couldn’t tell them about the vision…or whatever that moving doodle was, but that didn’t stop her brain from planning a giant confession.

“VAL! I CAN”T BELIEVE YOU JUST TOLD HER THAT!” Nichiara exploded.

“Uh, Nik, she didn’t say anything.” Alaina said.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN? OF COURSE SHE DID!” Nichiara shrieked, but as usual, the lunch room had 4000 kids in it and there was no chance of being overheard.

“I didn’t say a word.” Valerie assured her.

“Well, I sure heard you.” Nichiara muttered.

“Never mind” William said and just rolled his eyes at Nichiara’s reaction.

“”So, Erika, right?” Greg asked.

“Yeah, we just moved here, but I know Alaina and Valerie from camp.” Erika answered with her mouth full of a veggie burger.

“Well, I could say the same about you, Erika.” Nichiara mumbled.

“You went to camp with us?” Erika asked with a bewildered expression.

“Uh, Nichiara? Are you okay?” Alaina asked.

“Ugh, you guys are such idiots.” Nichiara slumped into her chair and looked at the ceiling, which was possible with her sunglasses.

 

 

Friday

12:47 P.M.

Toilet Nose

~Alaina

6^th period French

 

 

“Yo! Linda, Joe, Olivia, Toilet Nose,” Carson Tethers was walking into the French room waving to and addressing each person he passed. Alaina laughed when he called her ‘Toilet Nose’. Nobody called her that in English except for Carson, who couldn’t remember it in French (Nez De Toilette). That was the first thing Alaina managed to say in French, ‘I have a toilet in my nose.’ From then on she had been Toilet Nose. This was her first year of French. After quitting Spanish (of which she couldn’t speak any) in the middle of last year, she decided to take French, because it sounded a lot cooler in French when you said ‘I have a toilet in my nose.’ than it did in Spanish.

“Miss Polarson, sit down.” Mr. Westher was standing from his desk. Apparently, Alaina didn’t hear the bell. She took a seat next to Eilene.

“Hey, .” Alaina said as the lesson began, “Where were you at lunch today…and school this week?”

“I just got here 5^thperiod, I’ve been in Florida all week.” Eilene whispered, she didn’t like to be caught talking, but Alaina had already made it too obvious.

“EILENE UNDERMAN AND ALAINA POLARSON, BE QUIET!” Mr. Westher yelled at them, he hated interruptions.

Why were you in Florida?

Alaina folded up the note and passes it to Eilene. It didn’t take her long to respond in her small print.

Stupid family reunion.

Alaina had trouble at first, but then her eyes adjusted to the tiny-ness.

Oh, hope you had fun, well, too bad about all the make-up work.

She had seen the towering stack of books that could be nothing else. She tossed the note onto the desk. She saw Eilene roll her eyes.

Oh yes, very fun. Joy.

Alaina kept the note this time and sat through another very confusing lesson of French.

 

 

Friday/Saturday

12:00 Midnight

Gravity

~Penelope

Penelope and Heather’s bedroom

Eight-year-old Penelope Lockston awoke to a blue light and was filled with a sort of weightless feeling. The clock said 12:00.

“Mommy?” Penelope muttered, knowing her mother couldn’t hear her but Heather would.

“Penny? Why is it blue?” Heather asked groggily, from the top bunk.

“Dunno, let’s go find mom.” Heather climbed down the ladder. Penelope stood and floated a few feet into the air.

“Uh, I’m gonna go back to sleep. In a dream that’s like waking up right?” Heather asked, staring at the space in between Penelope and the ground.

“Heather, how could we be having the same dream?”

“Dunno, twin telepathy I guess.”

“Come on Heather, let’s go find mom!”

“How are we supposed to do that when you’re in the air?”

“Uh, I think I can get down.” Penelope struggled for a minute, bouncing around the room, then finally landed on the carpet. The two girls left the room, Penelope was bouncing more than she was walking.

 

 

Friday/Saturday

!2:00 Midnight

Ponytail

~Heather

The Lockston’s Living Room

Heather sat down on the couch and waited for Penny to get off of the ceiling fan . . . again.

It wasn’t fair. Why could Penny fly and she couldn’t? This was her dream!

“Uh, Heather? A little help?” Heather yanked at a shoe and Penelope was untangled from the last part of the ceiling fan. She came bouncing to a halt on the ground.

“I think I’m getting better at this.” Penelope said and she bounced softly to the door of their parents’ bedroom.

“Better?! Penny you just got caught in the ceiling fan for the 3^rd time. You call that better?”

“3^rd time’s a charm.” Penelope muttered. Heather stopped to look in the mirror at her tangled ponytail she had forgotten to take out.

She yanked at the hair tie but her hair just became helplessly tangled. Heather glanced at Penelope wondering how she always managed to keep her dirty blonde hair straight when Heather’s always curled out of control. Heather looked back to the mirror and was surprised to see that the ponytail was gone and other than her glasses, she looked exactly like her twin.

 Believe it or not there is a reason why there are so many midnighters. . .

 

Friday/Saturday

12:00 Midnight

Twin Telepathy

~Penelope

Outside The Lockstons’ Master Bedroom

Penelope leaped into the room, “Heather? Are you coming?” she asked.

“I’m already here, Penny.”

“What? Where?”

“Just go! I’m right behind you!” Penelope turned around.

“I don’t see you.”

“You’re looking straight at me!” Penelope started walking, but before she got very far she ran into something.

“OUCH!” Penelope bounced backwards and hit the wall. When she looked back up, Heather was standing there. Her hair was no longer in it’s normal messy ponytail, but straight down her back. “HEATHER!”

“Penny, you walked straight into me!”

“I couldn’t even see you!”

“Yeah, right.”

“Let’s just go get mom, she’s probably already awake.”

“What do you mean, Penny? This is a dream! Twin telepathy can’t wake up mom!”

“Heather there is no twin telepathy. It’s not a dream.”

“Then how do you explain the blue?”

“I can’t explain the blue, but I did get hurt. You can” t get hurt in dreams, right?”

“Well, I could be dreaming that we ‘re not dreaming because you said you got hurt, right?”

“Whatever, just go.” Penelope stood and the two went into their parents’ room. Penny walked over to her parent’s bed and shook her mother, “Mom? “ Penelope pulled the covers off of her mom’s head.

 

Okay, I’ll admit that I really don’t know the reason why, but their truly is a reason. . I know that much because. . . well I don’t want to ruin the story. . .that is if I get anymore of the story. . .

GRRRR. . . .

Who came up with passwords anyway?