Westfield High School: R.I.P.

Kyira waved the teacher on.
"F, as usual."

The teacher frowned, hoping to get a little effort out of Kyira, then moved on.

Kyira laid her head on her desk and closed her eyes.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, SLEEP!

Bella shook Kyira awake when the bell rang for lunch, "Kyira, up. I don't want to carry you."

Kyira murmured something that sounded like, "Zane!"
She then stood, grabbed her bag, with her eyes still closed and walked out of the room mumbling on the way.

Bella frowned, put her hands on her hips, and followed Kyira.

Kyira walked into the cafeteria and sat in the 'emo' corner where the group always sat. Marcello was there already, writing on a paper. Kyira sat in her chair and pulled out a hairbrush.

Bella sat down in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. She glared at Zane, "Your girlfriend is a loon."
Zane gave her a mock-curious look, "I don't have a girlfriend. I have a fiancee, though."

Kyira held her breath for a few seconds and handed Zane the brush.
"You know what to do."
She turned her back.
Marcello looked up from his work and glanced at Bella.
"What'd she do this time?"

Bella shrugged, "I don't know."
Zane started brushing Kyira's hair idly.

Kyira froze where she sat at what she saw on the floor.
"Oh no..."
Her face had shock, and fear written all over it.
"Guys, let's hope this goes away before school is over, or when PE comes up..."
Kyira pointed at the floor, where a bright light was, coming from the window.
"Th sun?! But there was supposed to be rain all day!"
Marcello whispered.
((Remember, vamps + sun = sparkle))

Bella nodded quickly, "Or we could call in sick. We haven't been ill in a while and there is a bug going around."

Kyira turned to Marcello, who turned to Zane.
"What should we do?" Kyira asked.

"I'm all for calling in sick." Zane smiled, "We don't want to chance it."

"Sounds fine with me."
Kyira snagged her brush and shoved it in her bag. She then started holding her stomach and whimpering.
"Good acting." Marcello chuckled.
Kyira kicked him in the gut, making him keel over and whine.
"You're better."

Bella's eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed onto the ground convincingly. A bunch of teachers and students ran up to her and fussed over her screaming 'oh my gosh!' and 'what happened?'.
Zane rolled his eyes. "She is such a ham."

Kyira smiled at Zane,
"You're turn honey."
She kicked him so fast no one except the four saw and he was down coughing in a matter of seconds.

Their plan worked and they were excused from school, provided Marcello felt well enough to drive them home, which he did.

Kyira sat in the back seat of the car, playing with her hair and whistling. Marcello sat up front driving towards Bella's house.

Bella turned on the radio, playing The Boys are Back in Town and singing along.
Zane rolled his eyes, "Bella, I swear, you brought on the 80's."

"Probably." Kyira muttered. She curled into a ball and stared out the window.
Marcello just laughed lightly at Bella's choice in music.

Bella put her hands on her hips, "Well, you know me. I like being a little outlandish."
Zane laughed, "Ain't that the truth."

"Outlandish, outgoing, there's too many words really to describe what you are Bela." Marcello replied with a laugh.

Bella shrugged, "You all should be used to me by now."
Zane shook his head, "Never. We will never get used to traveling with a mini-Madonna."

"I think Zane and I are used to you, not so much on Kyira's side though. We've had 200 years, she's had about 8."