Settling in an American History Class 6
Hey! Hey! Hey, everyone! I actually had fun writing this chapter! :D I've figured out an awesome story line! For the next chapter! HEHEHE!
WARNING: England freak out ahead! xD
"Um, who's this?" America's voice rings out.
Darn it! It's on speakerphone. I try to grab the phone out of Jacqueline's hand, but she moves away quickly, making me fall to the ground.
"Is this Alfred F. Jones?" Jacqueline asks.
Oh, no. Oh, no! Oh, no!
I pick myself off from the ground, and dust myself off.
"Yeah, you don't sound like Artie." America says.
I swiftly take the phone from Jacqueline's clutches. Jacqueline stomps off into the kitchen, Ana following close behind.
I turn the speakerphone off, and hold the phone up to my ear.
"Dude, who was that?" America asks.
I sigh. "I'll explain later. What do you want?"
"I was gonna tell you that we have a World 8 meeting tomorrow!"
I nearly choked on my own saliva.
"WHAT?AND YOU COULDN'T INFORM ME ABOUT THIS EARLIER?" I shout at America.
"Calm down, dude!"
That's when I remember that I was in the presence of two girls. Hopefully, they didn't pay too much attention to what I was shouting about…
"Anyway, the meeting's in Washington D.C., right near the school that you're observing at!"
Well, that piece of information gives me some relief.
"Ok, but how can I go? You gave me this stupid assignment!" I told him. He never thinks anything through.
"Just call in sick, or something!" America replies.
"I am not willing to lie, even if they are gullible."
"You still need to come, though." America says.
I sit down on my newly bought couch.
"I'll think of something." I say after a few moments of thought.
"Alright! See ya tomorrow!" America says before hanging up.
I massage my temples after putting the phone down.
How am I supposed to get out of this? How will I even get to the meeting? I couldn't even bring a car, because America feared that I would use it to drive back to my place. Stupid, stupid America. Obviously, cars can't drive over the Atlantic Ocean, but only America hasn't realized that yet. I don't think he ever will.
I suddenly feel like I'm forgetting something…
Oh, yes! The girls!
I walk back into the kitchen, where I find the girls whispering suspiciously. They immediately stop as I pass them.
OH NO! MY TEA!
I check on my favorite tea kettle that has been sitting on the stove. I lifted the lid off of my kettle, and peered inside.
Smoke lifted from the water's surface, making my eyes burn. Good thing I didn't put the tea leaves in yet!
I took out my special tea caddy, which was filled with my favorite tea leaves. Unlike, the other countries, who use disgusting tea bags, I aim for authenticity and tradition. I scoop out 10 tablespoons of tea, and dump them into the tea kettle.
Of course, it may be a little strong for the girls' liking, but they should be honored to taste authentic British tea!
I tell the girls to sit down at the tea table. They start to whisper again. I bet that they cannot wait to taste my delicious tea!
I go back in the kitchen area, and sample some of the tea. It's very dark and murky- just the way I like it!
I then take out my high quality tea cups, (with their matching saucers, of course!) and place them on the counter. Taking the tea kettle off of the stove, I pour out some tea for three of the cups.
I take a fancy tea tray from my cupboard, and gingerly place the cups with their saucers on top of the tray.
I make my way into the kitchen, careful to not trip and spill any of the tea. I still remember that horrible mishap at the Queen's castle, so long ago…
"Here you go, ladies!" I say politely, placing the tray on the tea table.
Suddenly, I remember something so vital to the tea ceremony-
THE SCONES!
"How could I have forgotten the scones?!" I cry out hysterically. Ana and Jacqueline look at me, looks of concern on their faces.
"Mr. Kirkland, are you ok?" Ana asks nervously.
I run back into the kitchen. Maybe I have some leftover scones from yesterday morning!
I look all around; in the cupboards, the refrigerator, even the freezer!
No scones were found.
My life is over.
How can I be a pure gentleman if I can't even remember the scones?!
I go over to a wall, and bang my head against it.
How could I be so stupid?
"Mr. Kirkland!" I hear a voice shout.
I stop for a second, and find that Ana is standing behind me. Wow, she is very short!
"S-sorry, girls." I say.
"Did you enjoy your tea?" I ask her.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn't say much.
"It…it was good." Ana says quietly, bowing her head down. I can't see her face now.
Jacqueline comes in now. She pulls on Ana's sleeve.
"We should go now," Jacqueline whispers.
Ana nods in reply, then turns to me.
"We have to leave now, Mr. Kirkland." Ana says. "Thank you for inviting us to tea."
"Alright, then." I sigh. It doesn't seem as if they cared much about my horrible screw-up.
I lead them to the door, and open it for them.
Ana starts walking towards the road. Jacqueline steps outside of the house also. She turns to me.
"Bye Artie!" She grins and winks at me. "Good luck at the meeting!"
Before I can stop her though, she runs out of my yard to catch up with Ana.
Now I know that something's up.
Thanks so much for reading, guys! Oh, and I made Iggy do the tea ceremony wrong, on purpose, of course! xP