What?

"Why do you think that you have the god-damn right to wreck my laptop?!?" I screamed at Annabeth, chasing her around the room.
Annabeth stuck out her tongue. "Ever since you stole my boyfriend!"
"STOLE?!" I yelled. "Peter hated you!" I reached out my hand to smack her again but she leaped away before I could touch her.

"So, Sonny.. How's it going with Peter, anyway?" Annabeth put her hands on her hips and cocked her head.
I looked at her with disgust. How could she act so innocent? As if nothing had ever happened?
My hatred for Annabeth was spilling over the tops of my lungs, and I was afraid that it would take over my language very, very soon.
"Going JUST GREAT, thanks to your FRAUD Valentines Day card!" I yelled.
"Fraud?" Annabeth pouted. "No, it was NOT!"
I huffed. "SURE, ANNABETH, SURE!"
Annabeth started running again and laughed. "Silly little Sonali. You and Peter would never work. I'm just trying to merely help you!"

I stopped chasing Annabeth. I stood in the middle of her awful bedroom and narrowed my eyes.
"You asked for it, Annabeth!"
I sacked her in the face.

Surprisingly, Annabeth dropped to the floor and started wailing. Her hand flew to her face, where I had hit her only a moment ago.
I knelt beside her and covered my mouth in shock. What had I done? My guilty emotions were taking over my stomach, and I felt like I was gonna barf.
Annabeth's mother rushed into the room and quickly ushered Annabeth out the door, and to the hospital.
I sat down on Annabeth's bed and put my arm over my stomach in guilt.

I caught a glimpse of Annabeth shooting me a nasty look before she left the room, held in the arms of her mother.

-Sonali

The Beginning Of The End pt. 2

Annabeth dragged my hand up the stairs, and I turned my head back to shoot Kirsten one last pleading look before Annabeth threw me into her room.
I heard the door shut behind us. Annabeth was still gripping onto my hand, and therefore plunked me down on her bed. I looked around at her bedroom. A Glee poster of Finn Hudson hung on the ceiling above her lime green bed. The walls were a shade of off-white. A vanity table stood in front of one of the two windows. The vanity was covered in celebrity designer perfumes and MAC makeup. Annabeth plopped down on the gold-leather bar stool in front of the vanity table and begun to apply foundation on her already-flawless skin.

I crossed my hands over my chest. I awkwardly positioned myself criss-cross-applesauce on Annabeth's bed and pouted.
"So, Sonny.. What do you want to do?" Annabeth's overly large smile appeared in front of my face.
"I don't know." My voice was flat.
"I know!" Annabeth clasped her hands together and looked at me proudly. "I can give you a makeover!"
"I don't think so, Annabeth." I squinted my eyes at her.
"Puh-leeaaaase, Sonali?! I'll give you a mani-pedi, too!" Annabeth widened her glossy hazel eyes at me.
"Fine." I agreed resistantly. I didn't want to get on Annabeth's bad side just yet.

Annabeth grabbed me by the hand yet again, but this time she sat me down on the special gold-leather stool. I didn't feel comfortable being so close to Annabeth, but I continued to plaster a fake smile on my face.
"So... what color?" Annabeth smirked.
I tried my absolute hardest not to roll my eyes. "Uh, how about olive green?" My response came back in a monotone.
"Sure thing! What a pretty color." Annabeth plucked the bottle of olive green nail polish from her enormous display and unscrewed the cap.
I took a deep breath.
Just as Annabeth was about to begin painting my pinky fingernail with the polish, she drew back.
"What?" I barked.
"Uh.. can you find me a design on the internet to paint on your nails?" Annabeth said sheepishly.
The question sounded odd to me. But whatever. I couldn't care about what she put on my nails any less. Why not find a design?
"Sure..?" I retorted.
Annabeth grinned. Her teeth seemed to sparkle. "I'll go grab your laptop!"
Annabeth placed the bottle of nail polish on the vanity table and went to retrieve my laptop. My eyes widened in terror as a deadly daydream of Annabeth getting her hands all over my laptop flashed before my eyes. I tried my ABSOLUTE hardest to keep back a wail from escaping my throat.
Annabeth set the laptop down and searched online for a celebrity-inspired nail design.
I sat back on the vanity stool and sighed.
Annabeth let out a girly squeal that sounded a bit like a chipmunk. "Eeep, that's it! The design we should use!"
She pointed to a picture of zebra stripes over olive green polish on Lady GaGa's nails.
I nodded. "Sure."
Annabeth leaned towards my nails with the bottle of nail polish that I desired.
She brushed the paint over my nails with ease. Just as she was going to cover my thumbnail with the olive green gunk, the bottle tipped out of her hands and splashed ALL OVER MY LAPTOP!
I stood up in horror and watched as the nail polish leaked over my keyboard and screen. It sunk between my keys and stuck them together. It covered my speakers.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.

"Ooops." Annabeth faked a frown.

I reached my hand out and slapped her in the face.

-Sonali

The Beginning Of The End pt. 1

Do you even REMEMBER me? Yeah, sorry about that. Annabeth sort of sabotaged my own laptop (not Grace's, MINE!), and we had to have it sent to the computer guy.. Do you remember how I was supposed to camp out at Annabeth's house for a week or so? Yeah, that happened. That's how my laptop got sabotaged.

So I'll just start from the beginning, just like all horror stories begin.

I furiously threw different articles of clothing into a canvas bag. I couldn't believe that Kirsten was making me do this! I had waited in dread until Friday night, the night that I would be dropped off at .. *insert shudder here* Annabeth's house. Annabeth is nothing but a little devil!
I eased my laptop into my canvas bag along with the final pieces of clothing. Finally, I placed a shampoo, conditioner, pen, and my iPod. If I was going to go to Annabeth's house, I might as well listen to Avril Lavigne whilst doing it.
"Son-AL-i! Let's GO!" Kirsten called impatiently up the stairs.
"I'm coming, Kirsten." I blurted back in a deadly monotone.
I slowly stepped down the stairs, making sure to pause on every single step. Of course, I was only doing this to piss Kirsten off.
Kirsten scrunched her eyes shut and counted on her fingers. This was her new way to calm herself down. She learned it from her yoga instructor. Peachy, ain't it?
"Sonali Beth Lynne, get down here this minute. Or else I am extending your visit to Annabeth's."
My eyes narrowed, and I quickly hurried down the stairs. No way was I gonna stay any more than a week at Annabeth's.
Kirsten and I piled into the car. Sadly, none of my sisters came to say goodbye. I think that they all secretly hate me. I don't blame them. I'm a bit of a grouch these days. All because of Annabeth!
I shut my eyes and quickly sent a prayer to God asking if wherever Bethie is.. Would she please come and save me?
Kirsten patted my shoulder, and my eyes flew open. We were parked in the majestic driveway of Annabeth's house. Great. Just great.
"Get out." Kirsten ordered. I quickly followed her demand. With Kirsten's hand on my back, I shuffled up the driveway to the front door. Kirsten crisply rang the doorbell and we waited together in suspense.
A tall, fake-looking blond woman with familiar eyes opened the door. I quickly decided that she was Annabeth's mom.
"Oh, Kirsten and Sonagin!" Annabeth's mother claimed in a slightly nasal voice.
I squinted my eyes and muttered, "It's Sonali."
Kirsten grinned from ear to ear. "Good morning! Uh, I've just come to drop off Sonali."
I sent Kirsten a secret death glare with my angry eyes.
"Ohhhh, Son-uh-li!" Annabeth's mom said incorrectly. "I thought your name was Sonagin. Silly me!"
"Hah..ha." I laughed in a dead voice.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind Annabeth's mother.
"Oh, SONALI'S HERE!" A girl that I knew all too well pushed her mother aside to welcome me in. "We're going to have so much fun!" The girl clasped her hands together and smiled.
I didn't even bother to smile, and then made my way into Annabeth's home for the next week.

-Sonali