Rewritten. Bear with me please. Some things might not make sense, and they will be later explained though updates. Alia is my character and Nick is PieSexual/MommaPie's character. Gilmore ™ This is more of a story about Nick and Alia's kids, and I plan on writing another story focused imore on Alia and Nick themselves. <= -------------- Things Took a Turn for the Worst Chapter One. Judith Hospital 3:34 P.M. Ultra-Sound Room [/i] In General POV [/i] Alia squeezed Nick's hand as she sat in the chair. He smiled encouragingly at her. Her bright blue eyes looked around the room nervously, and they darted right to the door when she heard it creak as it opened. "Hello." the female doctor chirped. Alia waved and Nick actually responded,"Good afternoon." Alia felt a sense of relief. Though she wasn't afraid of many, doesn't mean she isn't afraid of some or none at all. "So, how many months?" Nick answered,"Five." The doctor nodded, leaning back in her chair with a clip board. She scribbled down something and looked back up. Alia looked at the doctor's name tag. Aubrey Thompson-Grey "Anything that I should know so I can kind of make some predictions or at least try to figure out?" "Erm.." Alia pipped up,"We both have psychosis. And I have OCD. And he has Tourette's." The doctor looked rather amazed. "Well..." Nick coughed, exiting the room before he began to bleat animal noises. As the doctor began to check Alia, they talked. "How long have you two been married?" "We're not." "Well, how long have you been together?" "Seven years, now." "Ah..When did you meet?" asked the doctor, glancing up at Alia. "When he was seventeen and I was eighteen." "So you're older then?" Alia nodded in response. She was 25 meanwhile Nick was 24. "Any hobbies?" "I write skits and I'm attempting to improve my Irish." "Ah. From Ireland?" "Yeah.. Dublin." "That's nice." Chirped the doctor, looking up. "Okay, it's a boy." Alia beamed. "But about the disorders.. There's a chance he might have psychosis, but he might start showing signs around age six. I need you to write down anything you feel about the baby now and further on, okay?" Alia nodded, taking a notebook. She exited the room and out to the waiting room. She brushed her violet curls back. "What did she say?" "It's a boy and he might get diagnosed with Psychosis later," she responded to her boyfriend's question, as if he wouldn't panic. Some women turned their heads to look at her, and Alia shot them a dirty look as she left hand in hand with Nick. Alia and Nick's house 7:59 P.M. Living Room Nick sat on the floor, resting his head against the couch. Alia ran her fingers through his hair, him making cat noises. "Nick?" He paused the animal noises and turned around to look at her. She patted the couch cushion next to her, and he hopped on the couch. She rested her head on his shoulder. "The doctor asked if we were married, more like how long.. She seemed.. Skeptical." "About what?" "About our relationship in general." she frowned. "Well, her opinion doesn't necessarily matter, does it?" Alia shook her head. "Well there. It doesn't matter." She turned a light pink as she played with his fingers. "Kristofferson." "Hm?" "Kristofferson will be his name.." Nick smiled, brushing some curls from her face and kissed her lightly. Four months later, Kristofferson Nicholas Howard was born. At the age of seven and a half, he was diagnosed with psychosis. He cooperated until he was in his teens, and each time it got more difficult to give him the medicine. The time period we've come to is when Alia and Nick are now in their forties, and another Howard child has been born. Jennifer and Kristofferson Howard. For now, we see Kristofferson sitting in the principle's office, waiting for his parents, with a few blood stains on his shirt here and there... "It's only the second month of school, Howard." the principle said from across the table. "I know." he responded bluntly, staring her with cold eyes. "And this is your fourth warning." "It's not a warning if I'm being punished." "Punishment is slowly warning you to knock it off." "Well, then these punishments are unbelievably weak." Kristofferson hissed, brushing some of his blonde hair out of his eyes. The office door opened, and closed. Click.. A pair of feet entered the principle's office. "Good afternoon, Maria." "Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs.Howard." Alia is 42 and Nick is 41. Alia's hair is long, and still a rich, violet colour. Her eyes have violet flecks in them. Nick now wore glasses. "What happened?" Alia first asked, sitting down beside her husband. "He cut a student in science class while dissecting a cat." Kristofferson is now 17 and is a senior. "With what?" "A scalpel." Alia's eyes darted to her son, whom was trying to cover the blood stain with his hands. "Kristofferson!" "...I was upset.." "THAT DOESN'T MEAN"- Alia started, standing up. Nick bleated. "Baa-I'm going to go apologize"- Nick quickly shuffled out of the office and to the nurses office. Alia pinched the bridge of her nose. "Maria, can you please send Jennifer up ready to go?" The principle nodded, walking to the intercom, pressing the button. Jennifer's POV "And so, if you're-" "Mrs.Macres?" "Yes?" my teacher chirped, turning to face the intercom and paused her lesson. "Can you send Jennifer Howard to the office ready to go please?" "Sure!" she responded, turning to me. "They wantcha." I wheeled my way out of the room. Hey.. Is that my dad in the nurses' office...? Shit.. I spun in my locker combination, mumbling obscenities in Irish. At a young age mom taught me both languages, but I think she knows four. And she reminds me of an MLP character, named Rarity. Her purple curls, her ice eyes and a tattoo of a diamond on her back. It's a blue diamond, probably the same color of her eyes, and it says, My two shining diamonds, Kristofferson and Jennifer. Yeah. Cause failing three out of seven classes is totally shinning. I can't blame him and I sort of can. He's put under a lot of stress with the medicine, but so am I. I'm in a wheelchair. When I was twelve we got into an accident. I was forever paralyzed, and I'm stuck like this. I'm fifteen how, and kinda got into a system like this. Mom and dad adapted to it too. I had my backpack on my lap, wheeling my way out of the hallway and went down to the office. Mom was yelling at Kristofferson, and I nervously licked over my black and red braces. I pushed the door open, entering with my father. I guess he finally finished apologizing to the kid and his parents. "Come on. We're going home. Thank you Maria! Tell Mrs.Macres I'll help her tonight!" The principle nodded, watching our crazy family leave.
Picture Day, September 13th Hawkins HS Gymnasium. In General POV Jennifer watched her brother from a line, wheeling. The lines stretches from one end to the gym to the other. Kristofferson had his hair fixed today and was dressed in a white, clean button down shirt and black jeans. Jennifer just wore her black jeans, white and black long sleeved shirt and black flats. "So, Jennifer"- She whipped her attention to the cheerleaders' voices. "What?" "Who're you staring at?" "Kristofferson?" said one. "Doesn't that kid have the same last name as you?" said the second. "He's kinda cute.." said the third. Jennifer smirked, watching their face expressions change drastically as she spoke. "Yes, his name is Kristoffefson. Two, yeah. Three, he's my brother. I wouldn't get too close to him if I were you. Then again, you're all a bunch of chicks acting ditsy.. Jennifer wheeled forward, the expressions on the cheerleaders' faces gaping widely as they whispered to each other. From fright it turned to giggles and staring. Jennifer and her brother gave a stern look at eachother before it was her turn to get her picture taken. Jennifer looked at the camera, giving a phony smile and watching the light flash before she wheeled to get her I.D. Card. As she wheeled herself to go to Kristofferson's line, she saw someone shove him. Jennifer's POV "Hey, knock it off!" The kid shoved him again. Kristofferson's jaw tightened, and his fists were clenched. "No! Make me, ya cripple!" he said, a thick Irish accent sticking out. "I'm not a cripple, you asshole!" I scowled back at him. "Whatever. I can push who I want WHENEVER I WANT!" he smirked and laughed at her arrogantly. Kristofferson turned around, and everything blurred in my mind as my eyes caught everything. "Kris, please!" He spun around, unclenching one hand, gripping the boy's shirt, and taking the other fist and socking him in the nose, and other places on his face. It was only a minute or two before the kid was in tears with blood running down his nose. "You don't push me! You don't call MY sister A CRIPPLE! " I sat there, blanking out as Kristofferson beat the kid mercilessly. "Kristofferson! Please!" The principle, whom mom and dad were close friends with, quickly jogged over to me. "What happened?!" She quickly spat, pulling the two apart. Mr.Strait held Kristofferson back, whom was snarling. The other kid was yelling as he was being forced to the office. "The kid called me a cripple and shoved Kristofferson!" I barked, twitching. I slowly wheeled to Mr.Strait, who had dropped Kristofferson, and was on the floor, his hands clenched. "Kristofferson, honey.." I said, holding my hand out. He was a bloody mess. He had blood all over his shirt and hands. He took my hand, standing up. "Please call my mother and father, Mrs.Lee." I said, not taking a moment to glance at the principle as I guided Kristofferson to the nurses' office, where the kid was getting himself fixed up. I was a nurses aid, so I knew what to do. I pointed to the sink for Kristofferson to wash his hands and dry them. In an attempt, the kid scratched my brother's face. I cleaned up the cuts that broke the skin, the bleeding stopping later. "My parents will hear about this in court!" I smiled sickly, turning my wheels to him. "Yeah? And God will tell you what a sick mistake you made to say those things." I spat at his shoes, taking Kristofferson with me as we went to go get our things. On picture day we don't normally have homework, so that sums it up to why we were going home... We sat patiently in the office as the other kid and his parents entered, glaring at us. Our parents weren't here yet. "Where are YOUR parents?" he scowled at me. "Driving, you embarrassment to humanity." I smiled, holding Kristofferson's hand. "Weak." my brother smirked, glancing down at me and back up to the boy. "When I have you"- the failure started. "Charles, calm down." Who names their kid Charles? Apparently the parents.. We were in a meeting room, a conference room really. There were three chairs on our side, since I was in a wheelchair and there were three on the other side, with the principle seated in the middle. "Nick, I swear"- I could hear my mother's voice on the other side of the door. How could I be such a nightmare when I appeared to such a perfect little girl? Because of the bipolar. Mom tells me that Kristofferson thinks I'm perfect when I'm really a monster, as bad as him. I just sit through the pills effect. My father walked inside first, holding my mom's hand and gasped as they saw the kid holding a tissue to his nose, and I was on the other side with Kristofferson. We were seated, holding his hand under the table. Fifteen minutes later... "That was ignorant." my mother said, pointing at Charles. His mother barked at mine. "Your son practically broke my son's nose!" "I don't see him crying, do you?" my mother asked, her now diamond blue fingernails remaining in Charles' directions. My father glared at my brother and I, speaking to me. Charles and Kristofferson were having a stare down from across the table. "What did you say to him?" "I said God won't forgive his soul and send him to hell." I said sarcastically, glaring up at my father. Kristofferson snorted, hearing the sarcasm. "Jennifer Louise." "I said God won't forgive him for the things he said and did." My brother fell silent. "So, what did he say to you, little girl?" Charles' mother spat, looking at me. Dad nudged me, and I turned to her. Kristofferson had a dirty look on his face that turned into a nightmare grin. "I have a name, mother of an ass," I first said. Everyone's jaw dropped, except my mother's and Kristofferson's. "It's Jennifer. He called me a cripple, and said I couldn't do anything to stop him from REPEATEDLY shoving my brother. So I sat there and watched him beat your kid up mercilessly. " Kristofferson burst out laughing, and all eyes were on him. "He has psychosis, and each year, his tolerance for stupidity decreases. You should be feeling blessed for not being in the hospital. Oh, and you did hurt him as well." I said, pointing to the minor cuts every where on his face." God, debate club was paying off. "You are all dismissed, but the conclusion is that Charles started this and pressed both of Jennifer's and Kristofferon's buttons." My brother and I sat back, watching them exit in anger and rage. My father was flabbergasted, following my mom out with my bother and I following. Good thing he had his picture taken, right? Before? Not like that matters.