The Sisterhood

[summer_bay_rules]

This is fantastic! I love the books and the film and this fic is absolutely great. I love how you've incorportated the storylines into the characters.

Keep up the fantastic work!

[SfanS]

Aw, thank-you!

I love the books! My friend recently got her hands on the 4th one, so I"ll be borrowing that soon!

The movie is awesome, too!

The third chapter will be soon. I've written 8it and sent it off to be proof-read, so it's only a matter of time.

A quick spoiler:

Matilda realises that the perfect summer is further away then she thought...and that everything she hoped for is slowly falling down around her.

tasha meets a strange boy with the wrong idea.

Martha's trouble is just beginning when a blonde girl's hatred starts.

Belle's Summer is changing quickly as she finds something that will change her life forever

[summer_bay_rules]

Sounds really good!!!!

I didn't know there was a 4th book - I'll have to go and buy it at the weekend.

[SfanS]

Hi everyone!

Sorry for the delay.

Here is the next chapter for you all. Sorry if there are any mistakes or random things.

Chapter 3: The Sisterhood

The clouds looked soft and fluffy, as though she could have bounced on them, floating through the air, and then rest her head for the most comfortable sleep in the world. Then she could see two countours coming towards her. It was her Dad! He was about to wrap his arms around her, but a force pulled him off her.

Three more figures came into the picture, she couldn’t see them properly...what was wrong? Why were they in the way? The contours pushed her further and further away from her father until they had pushed her beneath the white clouds. They weren’t so fluffy anymore. They were dark and stormy, and the clouds were washing/pouring (my suggestions) their rain down at her.

She was now wet and dirty, and alone and lost. She was long gone from the clouds, and she could see the figures, her father and Kit were happy she was gone. They were one happy family. The rough wind blew in her face and she was falling faster and faster. She wasn’t floating anymore. She could see the rough water with crocodiles below her and –

“Please fasten your seatbelts, we will now prepare for landing”

Matilda was jerked awake by the muffled sound from the speakers.

“Phew. It was only a dream. It was only a dream,” She repeated to herself...

She was blonde. She had that perfect skin that they had on Clearasil ads. She had a ski-jump nosethat she would look down at everyone with. and she had the perfect smile, that would frighten others when she didn’t get her way; and right now, she was staring at Martha.

Her eyes were narrowed and she was glaring as hard as she could at this brown-haired, tanned girl. Martha didn’t let it bother her. She was here to play soccer. She took her elastic out and swung her hair out, giving the angry blonde girl a sweet smile.

“Good luck out there today. Have fun losing,” she said sweetly, taking her position on the field, running on the spot. She was ready.

This girl wouldn’t bring her down.

“Hayley!” A coach called on the blonde girl. “Pass!”

Hayley had the ball and was running at Martha full speed. But Martha was ready. She intercepted the ball when she least expected it, and felt proud of herself. Hayley stood behind her gaping, gathering up more anger, but Martha kept running, dribbling the ball. She was too quick for the opposition now.

She could hear the crowd's cheers ringing in her ears as she gave a powerful kick, sending the ball hurtling into the goal, leaving the goalie blank. She heard a distinctive whistle, obviously from a male, and whirled around. Could this be her chance?

Belle groaned as the coffee machine sent a spray of frothy milk into her eyes. She wiped it away in frustration. She smeared the rest of it onto her apron, as suddenly the machine was under too much pressure, and a whole pile of foam came out of it, flying into the air.

It was going to be a long day.

“Belle! Oh, my Gawd, Belle! What’ve you done to my coffee machine!?” Irene cried, seeing the destroyed machine and the mess of a floor.

“Whatever. I’m fired” Belle mumbled unhappily, throwing her apron onto the floor to be soaked in the cappuccino machine remains, storming out of the sad-side, Bayside Diner.

Belle was greeted at home by her whining brother and screaming sister. What a welcoming committee.

“Belle. Oh, Belle, your father’s upstairs. I just need you to keep an eye on everything here while I’m out, okay?” Amanda asked.

Before Belle could say a word, Amanda left quickly. The cries, shouts and moans were now in her hands. As were the sticky bits of froth that were now stuck to her.

From above her, Belle heard a slam and bang, and then silence. It was so loud that it had stopped the noise around her.

“What was that?” Her younger brother, Nicky, inquired.

Belle rolled her eyes. “Go check if you want to.” As if she wanted to. She’d had enough problems at work, now she was stuck with the troublesome toddlers. Could her day get any worse?

Her brother's feet padded up the stairs, and out of his throat came a shriek when he reached the room the noise had originally came from.

“Be-eeeeellleee!” He screamed.

Tasha ran a finger through her long blonde hair, gazing out at the ocean. She glanced at the pink bikini laying in her suitcase. She felt a drop of sweat roll down her ckeek. She looked out at the ocean again. She looked at the burning sun in the sky. But then she saw

all the boys by the water, and shut her suitcase, going downstairs to be a tiny bit cooler.

“Tasha! Oh, my dear, Tasha!” her Grandmother called out to her.

“You must meet Jonah! Jonah, this is my granddaughter, Tasha Andrews! Tasha, this is a great friend of mine, Jonah. You kids talk, yes?” She cried happily, waddling off to the kitchen to not-so-secretly-eavesdrop-on-their-conversation.

“Hey” He said to her, looking her up and down before staring right into her eyes. He had a twinkle in his eye, and he smiled at her warmly.

“Hi.” She replied awkwardly.

“You draw?” he asked her , observing the notepad that she still had in her sweaty hands.

“Oh, um, yeah. I was about to go and walk down to the pond to sketch now, actually. Would you...like to come with me?” She asked him slowly.

“Sure.” He replied. He had even more of a twinkle in his eye now. As they walked out the front door, his hand brushed hers, moving his fingers around hers. He looked at her. She looked back. His fingers moved through hers once more, this time not letting go of her hand. And that was the way they walked down to the deserted pond.

Matilda slowly walked down the stairs attached to the jet. What had that dream meant?

She looked off into the distance, and then looked in front of her where a crowd of people were waiting to greet the travelers. She looked around for the familiar face of her father, but he seemed to be nowhere in sight.

Suddenly a blonde woman ran up to her, giving her an awkward hug.

“Matilda…” Kit said, pulling away.

“Kit? What happened to your hair!?” Matilda exclaimed, finally realizing who the stranger was. She had been expecting to see the same old red head from before. She was even dressing differently. Wearing high-heels!? Kit never wore high heels. Her hear was curled. Curled! What had happened to the sister she used to know?

Her dad had told her he was taking the whole time she was there off work to spend time with her…so where was he? Wouldn’t he have been excited, wanting to see her? What happened to the perfect reunion she had been planning? Why wouldn’t things just go her way?

Did this strange dream mean more than just mental-air-sickness?

“I really like those jeans! They fit you so well! Where did you get them? One of those expensive brands, right? Calvin Klein?” Kit asked her. Since when did she care about clothes!?

Matilda looked down at the pants that she had been awarded to wear first. She smiled.

“Something like that.” She lied. She had thought she’d be able to tell Kit the whole story and that she’d understand, but Matilda felt like she was talking to a complete stranger. What was going on?

“Where’s dad?” Matilda wanted to know, as they picked up her bags and headed for Kit’s car.

Kit unlocked a silver convertible. Matilda’s mouth dropped open. She knew about these sort of cars. They were expensive. Kit didn’t have money. What happened to her beat-up, old, dented red car? The one that rattled as it rode down the street? That was dirty and Kit had old coffee cups and mud stains on?

As they got in, Kit got in airily, but Matilda was scared to let her shoes touch the floor incase of making the slightest mark.

“Oh, he was just taking care of wedding stuff, you know?” Kit replied, starting up the engine.

“Uh, no, actually, I don’t know. What wedding!?” Matilda demanded, outraged.

Dark brown hair and tanned skin. Cute smile, too. And, he was checking Martha out.

Walking past him, giving him a flirtatious glance, she reached for her iced water bottle. She unscrewed the cap, and held it above her head, tipping it down her body. He would want her so bad.

Out of nowhere, Hayley appeared beside the boy. She was obviously jealous of Martha, and it suddenly clicked why she was so aggravated before. Hayley moved her arms and hands around the guys body, smirking back at her.

“Whatever” Martha muttered to herself, spinning on her heel.

She wasn’t going to stand there and watch a girl desperately throw herself at a guy. Puh-lease.

“Hayley Smith. She’s the soccer camp bi***” An orange-fake-tanned skin girl approached Martha. “Saw you watching her before. She’s talented, a suck-up, popular and beautiful, but she’s pretty mean. And there are three reasons she hated you from when you came here.” The girl told her.

“What’s that?” Martha asked, watching the boy push Hayley off him, delightfully.

“You’re prettier than her; you’re a better soccer player than her, and you’re more popular with the boys than her…and you’re so much nicer, which is an added bonus for you…not that she cares about nice though.” The girl answered.

“Oh. I’m Martha, By the way” Martha said, distracted.

“Cassie. But, Martha?”

“Yeah?”

“Watch out for her”

Belle and her younger sister, Chloe's, footsteps were loud and thundering on their stairs as they pounded, one foot after the other, up the staircase. Turning sharply at a corner, Belle skidded to a halt as she saw the pale body lying on the floor, the computer smashed and laying on top of it.

“Daddy...” Chloe whimpered, keeping her distance from her unconscious father, laying on the floor.

He looked badly injured. He had obviously fainted, the computer coming down after him.

“Dad! Dad!” Belle nudged him gently, calling his name.

“Dad!” Belle called louder, pushing him harder.

“Dad!” Belle yelled at him desperately, giving him a mighty shove. She tried lifting the computer of his chest but it was too heavy for her to move on her own.

She rose from her crouch on the floor next to Peter and ran back down the stairs. She poured a glass of icy water and ran upstairs once again, the water slishing and sloshing as she moved. She poured it over his blonde-haired head, praying it would help him wake up.

No movement occurred, so Belle ran down once again, narrowly avoiding tripping over the stairs and her undone shoelace.

She grabbed the telephone hurriedly, dialing as fast as she could, ‘000’....

Tasha dipped her foot into the pond, letting the cold sensation simmer in for a moment.

Jonah pulled his shirt up over his head, throwing it onto the ground. Tasha thought he would’ve just dived in like that, but...what was he doing?

She couldn’t help but stare as he slowly peeled the rest of his clothing off.

“I...I was only...um...I was only...” Tasha stammered, embarrassed.

Jonah slid into the cool water. “Aren’t you coming?” he asked her.

“Uh, I should go” she replied.

“Aw, come on! It’s beautiful! Besides, you know you want to!” He called as she was walking away.

Reluctantly, Tasha placed her sketchbook down. She slid her skirt down her legs and pulled her top over her head.

He was watching her every move.

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Please R&R!!

[Sarah_Lewis]

Sarah !! thats awesome!! update soon

[beckyboo]

This was great!!!!!!

Hayleys the soccer camp b**** ay!!!!!!!

Well I hope the guy checking Martha out was Mr Holden!!!!!!!

Update sooon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Martha&Matilda]

Kool

[Martha&Matilda]

Wicked story, I love the sisterhood of the travelling pants and the fan fic sounds like it is gonna be K@@L! Well Done.

Plz use my signature(from Zetti)

[~Amy~]

I never got round to reviewing. *hangs head in shame*

I love that film & now I love this fic! Never read the book though...

Few questions.

1. is Peter gonna be okay?

2. Is it Jack that Martha was checkin' out?

And Hayleys a bitch. Its what she does best anyway.

I luff you if its Jack. Update son.

(I would write more but I'm tired, yet again.)

[-Jade-]

Well, can't say I'd usually go for a fic based on an existing story, but I did trust that you were a good writer, so I decided to read and try it out. And I'm glad I did! I read the book quite a while ago, but I think that this is gonna be better. Firstly, you're really a great writer - everything flows really really well and there's some great description~ One suggestion would be to put dreams or flashbacks in italics because it makes things less confusing for the reader. And from the fan fic challenge you probably know that I don't like it when random words are in capitals - I think it'd be more effective in italics, but that is a personal choice! So yea ignore me on that one. I'm really impressed with the writing, and at your age. Sorry, don't mean to sound patronising, but it's really impressive for your age - I know you're gonna be truly fantastic if you keep at it! I'd love to see you do some descriptive one shots - I think that's be really great practice. Anyways, really brilliant fic, looking forward to the next chapter!

Ooo, and I hope that it's Jack who was looking at Martha.