Chapter 2 ~*Stupid Ol' Uncle Tom's
Okay…my head's back. I'm now standing in the doorway of my new temporary home. I'm now regretting I've come here. The stink is over coming me. I bet I'm turning green. I really think I'm going to keel over and die.
"Lizzy!" I turn around and see my awesome brother Carter. A minute later he's squeezing the poop out of me. But hey, look at the bright side. If Carter's hug doesn't kill me first, the rotting home of my uncle can. Cool. Awesome. Fantastic. I have now run out of adjectives. Carter drops me on the floor.
"Hey, do that again. It might kill me before the stink does," I said cheerfully. Mom slapped me.
"Ow!" I muttered.
"Be nice! Tom's in the other room!" hissed my evil gorilla of a mother.
"Hey Lizzy, let's go for a walk around town. I'll show you around." Carter offered. Yes! My hero! I scrambled outside with Carter right behind me.
"Thanks, I was dying in there!" I said sheepishly.
"I figured you were, so you want a look around?" he asked.
"Well yeah. How else am I gonna fight my way out of here without knowing the battle field?" I snickered.
"Hey if you go down I'm going down with ya," he smiled.
"Really? You would do that fo-for ME?" I gave him the puppy dog eyes that his girlfriend used to give him when she wanted something.
"Yes your royal fat slob," he mimicked. Then, Carter bowed real dramatic like he was actually respecting me.
"Off with his mouth!" I shouted, "Where is that ax! Someone fetch it for me! Hurry you idiots!" Carter pushed me on to the ground and I hit my head on a fence.
"Ow!" I yelled, "That hurt stupid."
"Uh, yeah. That's why I did it. When you wanna hurt somebody, it usually hurts." Carter rambled. Well duh you idiot. Just point out the obvious. He is so stupid sometimes. Well he's usually stupid to annoy me, and its working.
"So is there anything worth our time to look at in this dump?" I asked.
"Actually, yes there is. The whole town isn't bad as Tom's house you know." he said. We walked on and to my surprise, Carter was right! There was a skate park, regular CLEAN houses, and regular seeming people.
"Wow…it's really been awhile." I marveled. "Alleluia!!"
" Well duh! Tom's place is in the country a ways. We haven't been here for…I don't know how long…that means a while then." Carter said. He's in thinking mode now. I wish I had a camera to show him how stupid he looks. Hehe…
"Watch it!!!"
Suddenly a boy boards by all fast like and almost runs over Carter in thinking mode. That's dangerous cuz he digs down deep in his brain. Sometimes too deep.
"Hey!! You watch it!!! I was in deep thought!!" Carter yelled angrily. The boy ignores him and heads toward the skate park. I head after him and find all these guys skating these awsome moves.
"Hey! No girls on the floor!" I turn around to see a punk person/guy standing there. He starts walking toward me like he's gonna punch me or something.
"Hey, I can skate where, when, and how I want to."
"No you can't. We OWN this park. So just go back home and play with your pretty ponies." he smirked. I see this guy behind him trying to do a 50/50 Grind.
"Hey can you do a 50/50 Grind ?" I asked.
"Of course I can. What do you take me for?! Barbie?" he said sarcastically.
He ran, jumped on the rail, and….. fell. Hahaha, so funny. I can just barf up everything I ate, I'm laughing so hard.
"Stop that! I bet YOU can't do it." He grumbled through gritted teeth.
"No board."
"Obviously. Take mine." he said, "If you can't do it, I don't want to see you're ugly face around here anymore."
"Ever looked in a mirror?" I snickered.
"Shut up and board before I crack that pretty face of yours." he snapped.
"I can bust your butt ugly hunk of baloney of yours any day. So shut your face" I said angrily. I run, jump on my board, and fly down the sidewalk. When I get to the rail, I ollie, grind down the rail smoothly, and land perfectly. Easy trick. These guys are immature.
"Fine. You can stay but if you even so much as look at me, you're dead girlie." he threatens. One the other skater posers run up to me as the rest leave.
"Sorry about Alan. He's just being stupid. He's one of the rookies. I'm Tai Collins by the way. You?"
"Elise Krause. Friends call me Lizzy though…"
"Ok Lizzy. I'll see you around then k?" he turns and starts to walk away.
"Yeah, sure." I say. Carter runs up to me.
"Touchdown!" he cheers. Carter lifts me up like I'm a hero or something.
"Hey! Hey! Put me down Farve!" My stomach rumbles and groans. Carter laughs like crazy and asks,
"Are you hungry? I had supper already though." I look at my watch.
"It's around 6:30pm. Mom must be getting worried. And we'd better get back before Mom tries to cook." I shiver. "Last time was scary." She once tried to make meatloaf and didn't cook the meat enough. Then we didn't have enough time to eat it so she put it into the fridge. The next day it molded and she didn't know it was and we ate it…ew. After that, we became like most families in the U.S. and ate takeout. Dad was usually the good cook.
Suddenly, Carter's cell phone rings. He picks it up and all I can hear is:
"Hello...yeah she's here, we went for a walk…yeah in a minute…you are?! Can't we just order takeout? Oh…ok. I already ate though. But I'm not hung-
Fine. Bye." He shuts the phone and stares at the ground.
"Who's that?" I ask nervously.
"Mom. She made hamburgers."
I give him my best "Are-you-F-ing-serious-we're-all-going-to-die" look.
"Well, you can't say I didn't try." Carter grumbled, "Take the long way?"
"Yup." Then we start walking back to the house just as the sun disappears over the rocky hills of Colorado…
