Part 4

"on your mark," Jasper calls out once we've set up the blocks.

"wait, isn't it Ke Garisan?" i ask, eager to delay to race.

"fine. shut up. Ke garisan, Sediyah...GO!"

(author's note: im pretty sure about the malay spelling. remember, i do take malay.)

i don't have time to think. i do the same thing i do every time we do timing. my brain shuts down and i focus on the steady rythym of my heartbeat and my feet hitting the track. im getting tired but i will my legs to move faster and accelerate. just before the 100m mark, i gulp air and lower my head (author's note: the last part sounds stupid but its what miss natasha makes us do: "Lean body").

its over. i stumble a few feet before i sit down on the track and collapse. right now, i don't care that sitting down will give me (according to my seniors) a "big butt", i just want to rest. a few minutes later im feeling noticeably better. when im sure sitting up will not induce me to vomit i ease myself into a sitting position.

Jasper is viewing me with his familiar amused stare. "who won?" i ask tentatively. his answer shocks me. "you did! i got Emmett to watch so we could see the winner. she won right?" he turns to his brother whom i did not notice standing there before. Emmett nods the afirmative and grins at me.

im shocked for a minute but then i regain my composure and usual cocky attitude. "of course i won! its because i rock." i remember my manners and offer Emmett my hand. "nice to meet you, im Joy." Emmett grins wider and for a moment i feel slightly uneasy. being a measly 1.57cm, his size (easily 1.8 or 9) and the white-ness of his teeth intimidated me and i thought vaguely of a kitten being confronted by a Great Dane.

"hello! im Emmett!" he grabs my hand and grips it. i suppose it was meant to be a firm grip but the sudden pain makes me gasp. "OW! sssss!" i hiss rubbing my reddened fingers. Emmett looks taken aback. "sorry! i didn't mean it!" i shake my head and hurry to reassure him. "its okay," i try to smile, still rubbing my right hand vigorously. i remember im still in my sweat-drenched t shirt. "i stink," i say bluntly. "need a shower. can we go?" so we head back to the house.

after the shower i smell distinctly better. i rummage through my purse to find a comb to tame my hair. it is then i realise im broke. and mom is working till later this evening. sh**.

"Jasper? Emmett?" they are sprawled on the couch, playing Halo(author's note: i think halo is one lame game, but thats beside the point. sorry). "im broke and my mo,'s working. could i wait here...?" i leave my sentence unfinished. "sure," jasper reassures me. "stay for dinner and we'll send you home later. then you won't have to face an empty house." im suprised he knows about my hate for going home to an empty house, but again i remember my manners: Do Not Impose Ma Fan-ness (as in the chinese ma fan)On Your Hosts. "oh no please don't trouble yourselves. my mom can pick me up later." "its no trouble," jasper insists, so what can i say?

"i don't like Halo. its lame. do you have Rayman Raving Rabids?" (for those who haven't played the game, it should be Raving Rabbits. the game mainly involves shooting bunnies with toilet plungers, dancing with bunnies and milking pigs. its super funny!). i keep whining till they give up and put Rabids on. a third controller is brought out so i can play.

we play till a two girls (a blonde and another dark haired girl) and a boy enter. i pause the game and introductions are made. they are Rosalie, Alice and Edward. when i return to the Game Emmett has un-paused it and shot all my Rabids. i yell, "EMMETT! you will DIE for that!" and then i kick his butt in "Bunnies Can't Dance".

just as im we're arguing about whether Rabids are actually mutated amphibians, Alice calls, "Joy! Emmett! dinner!"

THE END

i'll continue Dinner With The Cullens in the next episode! till then!