This is the sequal to Birthday Breakfast.
I do not own any characters from JTHM or Invader Zim. They all belong to Jhonen Vasquez
A Day in The Park
Chapter1
I was sitting at my easel, painting the stress of my first week of seventh grade away. This was how I was going to spend my day: just me, my thoughts, my paint set and a piece of canvas. At least, that was the plan.
That was changed at about eleven A.M., when my door opened behind me and a young voice stated "Momma wants us in the living room, right now."
I sighed and turned to face my little brother. "Alright, I'll be down in a minute. And Dib, next time, please knock on my door before coming in, Okay?"
He nodded and rushed back into the hallway.
I changed out of my messy painting clothes and into a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans before heading downstairs. It was probably too warm to dress like this but I couldn't let Mom see the bruises from the beating I took on Thursday. She would be at the school by Monday, demanding the principal find better ways to monitor his students. Of course, he wouldn't do a thing about it. Word would spread around the school and I would have more kids bullying me, not just for being skinny, but also for being a snitch. Besides, I like solving my own problems. I'll think of some way to get back at those jerks.
"What were you saying, Nny?" Dib asked as I was entering the living room.
"Nothing." Shoot. I thought I'd broken the habit of thinking out loud.
A few minutes later, Mom came out of the lab, Dad following closely behind her. He didn't look happy to be distracted from his work. He stood behind the couch, where Dib and I now sat, with his arms crossed.
Mom stood in front of the couch and made sure she had all of our attention. Then she said, "I've decided that we're all going to go to the park today." A chorus of complaints met this statement but it was clear that she wasn't listening to them. "We're going and that's final. We don't spend enough quality time together and the weather outside is perfect for a picnic."
"But Dear, I'm trying to create a cure for…" His words trailed off as he saw the look on Mom's face. She had been having terrible mood swings since she had gotten pregnant again, and was already angry with him for skipping her birthday.
So we all started getting ready to go. Within an hour, we were all in the car and heading for the park in the center of the city.