Chapter 2 – The Circus
Max POV
"Did you hear the news? Did you hear the news? Did you hear the news?" Iggy asks jumping up and down like an excited two year old.
"What news?" I ask even though I'm pretty sure I know what he's talking about.
"The circus is coming to town! You have to take me, Max!" Iggy says excitedly.
I roll my eyes. "Iggy, you're sixteen. I think you're old enough to go to the circus alone."
"But, Maxie, it won't be any fun without you." Iggy whines.
I look at his pathetic attempt at a pout.
I sigh. "Fine I'll go with you, but you're paying for my ticket."
Iggy grins. "Awesome, come on let's go get tickets!"
"Where do we get tickets anyways?" I ask.
Iggy stops and thinks.
"How 'bout I find out and we go get the tickets tomorrow." Iggy says.
"Sure, bye Iggy." I say.
"See ya Maxie!" Iggy calls.
I slowly walk home.
-This line is called Elmo-
"Hi Max, could you fill a pot of water for our soup?" Mom asks when I get home.
"Soup again?" I ask.
"Sorry, but that's the only thing I have the ingredients for." She apologizes.
I sigh and grab our soup pot out of the cupboard and put it into the sink. While the pot fills up with water I think about the circus. I've never seen a real circus before because not a lot of circuses want to perform in Nowheresville, USA.
"Max? Max! Turn off the faucet!" My mom screams at me.
"Huh? I ask unintelligibly. Then I notice that my clothes are soaked and I'm standing in a puddle of water. I turn the faucet off and stare at the mess I've made.
My mom leaves the kitchen and comes back with a pile of towels. She tosses me a towel and gets down on her hands and knees and starts soaking up the puddle of water.
"Quick, help me clean up the mess before your father get's home."
I catch the towel and lay it over part of the puddle. I grab another towel and lay that on the floor too.
"I'm sorry, Mom." I tell her.
She just smiles.
Finally we finish soaking up the water and I throw the towels in the laundry hamper. When I come back in the kitchen my mom is putting the cornbread in the oven.
"Max, would you start setting the table?" Mom asks.
I nod and walk over to the silverware drawer. I pull out three napkins and enough spoons, forks, and knifes for all three of us. Then I set them on the table. I grab three bowls and put them on the counter next to the stove and I set out plates on the table.
Then I hear the front door open and close. Jeb is home.
My mom goes to greet him and I stay in the kitchen stirring the soup.
"Hello, Jeb. How was your day?" I can hear Mom ask him.
I can imagine her taking his jacket and putting it in the coat closet.
"Fine, Valencia. What's for dinner?" Jeb asks.
I can imagine my mom's thin smile. "We're having chicken noodle soup and cornbread."
"Can't you make anything that's not soup?" He asks her.
"That was what we had the ingredients for and I didn't want the food to go to waste." She tells Jeb.
He ignores her and stomps into the kitchen. I start filling the bowls with soup.
"Hey, Dad, dinner is almost served." I tell him.
He nods and sits down at the dinner table.
I bring the bowls to the table and my mom pulls the corn bread out of the oven and puts it in the center of the table.
"Careful, it's hot." She warns, then she sits down and eats her dinner.
Me and my mom are both silent. We're waiting to see what Jeb will do.
He finishes his dinner and stands like he has an announcement. Mom stops eating but I ignore him. It's a mistake.
"Maximum! Pay attention!" I stop eating.
"I will be going to bed early tonight. If one of you wakes me up you will be punished. "He announces.
Then Jeb stomps to his room.
I finish my dinner and sit back in my chair.
"I think you should go to bed now." Mom says.
"Just because Jeb went to bed early doesn't mean I should too." I argue.
My mom sighs. "Please, Max?"
I leave the dining room and walk up the small spiral staircase that leads to the attic that's my room.
Lacey: Sorry, that was kind of fillerish. Hope you enjoyed it anyways.
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