Chapter Two
"This isn't fair," Pippin mumbled as he scrubbed a mug in the bucket. Gandalf had left the two alone to finish washing the dishes as he went to find Bilbo. He left some old hobbit to watch them. "She was there with us too."
"We'll at least she was smart enough to run away," Merry set a stack of plates next to the others.
"Still not fair," he huffed.
***
I strolled down the path that led to my little hobbit hole. I had managed to get away from Merry and Pippin before Gandalf caught them. Most of the time I wasn't so lucky.
I kicked a few stones sending them flying down the dirt road. I saw her home and the lights burning. I cringed because I knew that my mother was awake.
I tried to run her hands through my hair again but it was still crisp with soot and dust. I quietly walked into the house.
"Wisteria is that you?" I heard my mother call from the kitchen.
"Yes, Mum," I replied. I tried to sneak past the kitchen without being seen.
"Mummy, Mummy!" my younger sister, Poppy, began squealing. "Wisteria is covered in soot!"
I heard chuckles coming from my other younger sisters, Ivy and Tigerlily, who were sitting in the den.
"Wisteria Foxburr!" Mother bellowed. I winced and slowly turned around.
"Yes, Mum?"
"How in the world did you get dirty like this?!" she touched a strand of my partially singed hair. "And you're clothes! Do you know how hard it is to get boy's clothes for girls?!"
"I was just hanging around with-"
"With that no good Peregrin and Meriadoc!" Mum got an inch away from my face. "Where are they?"
"I guess they went home...may I go wash up now?"
"No. You can wash in the morning. Go to bed,"
"But Mum-"
"Bed!" she pointed down the hall.
I turned and stormed down the hallway towards my room. "Wisteria's in trouble," the three younger ones taunted. I shot an ugly glare at them before slamming the door behind me.
I flopped on my bed and looked at the ceiling. I wanted to bathe because I stunk of smoke and ale. Mother wouldn't stay mad at me forever; just for the next few days.
"This isn't fair," Pippin mumbled as he scrubbed a mug in the bucket. Gandalf had left the two alone to finish washing the dishes as he went to find Bilbo. He left some old hobbit to watch them. "She was there with us too."
"We'll at least she was smart enough to run away," Merry set a stack of plates next to the others.
"Still not fair," he huffed.
***
I strolled down the path that led to my little hobbit hole. I had managed to get away from Merry and Pippin before Gandalf caught them. Most of the time I wasn't so lucky.
I kicked a few stones sending them flying down the dirt road. I saw her home and the lights burning. I cringed because I knew that my mother was awake.
I tried to run her hands through my hair again but it was still crisp with soot and dust. I quietly walked into the house.
"Wisteria is that you?" I heard my mother call from the kitchen.
"Yes, Mum," I replied. I tried to sneak past the kitchen without being seen.
"Mummy, Mummy!" my younger sister, Poppy, began squealing. "Wisteria is covered in soot!"
I heard chuckles coming from my other younger sisters, Ivy and Tigerlily, who were sitting in the den.
"Wisteria Foxburr!" Mother bellowed. I winced and slowly turned around.
"Yes, Mum?"
"How in the world did you get dirty like this?!" she touched a strand of my partially singed hair. "And you're clothes! Do you know how hard it is to get boy's clothes for girls?!"
"I was just hanging around with-"
"With that no good Peregrin and Meriadoc!" Mum got an inch away from my face. "Where are they?"
"I guess they went home...may I go wash up now?"
"No. You can wash in the morning. Go to bed,"
"But Mum-"
"Bed!" she pointed down the hall.
I turned and stormed down the hallway towards my room. "Wisteria's in trouble," the three younger ones taunted. I shot an ugly glare at them before slamming the door behind me.
I flopped on my bed and looked at the ceiling. I wanted to bathe because I stunk of smoke and ale. Mother wouldn't stay mad at me forever; just for the next few days.