Hi guys! I'm updating! Like you didn't know. THIS IS STILL DEDICATED TO MUFFY! I just like taking the time to say that now and then. :)
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"Ridin' the bus today Mark?" Tom asked his short, blonde friend.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure my mom's having a heart attack right now," Mark replied.
"Why? She nervous?"
"More like paranoid."
"Sounds like your mom and my mom would get along great." Mark laughed as April came to the bus stop along with Benny, who had a black eye.
"Hi April," Mark said.
"Hi Mark. Tom," April replied.
"Hey April. How are May and June?" Tom asked, smiling.
"Do you have to ask me that every day?"
"Yes."
"Did you ask her that cause April, May, and June are all months?" Mark asked.
"No. I asked her that cause she has twin sisters and their names are coincidentally May and June," Tom explained.
"Oh." Tom turned his head, saw Benny glaring at him, and returned the glare.
"Collins," Benny said.
"Coffin," Tom retorted.
"What's with the last names?" April wondered out loud.
"Didn't you hear about the fight?" Mark asked.
"Fight? What fight?"
"Tom and Benny's fight."
"They fought?"
"Yup."
"Was it like a physical fight?"
"Yeah. I won, of course," Tom gloated.
"You didn't win!" Benny protested.
"Yeah I did. I even remember the last thing I did to you."
"Which is?" April asked.
"I punched him the face and gave him that black eye."
"That's where he got that from?"
"Um hmm. I got him real good."
"Only cause I wasn't ready!" Benny said.
"Well, are you ready now?" Tom asked.
"I guess, but why . . . ?" Before Benny could finish his question, Tom punched him in his already blackened eye causing him to yell in pain and put a hand over it.
"What the fuck was that for!?" Benny yelled.
Tom shrugged. "You said you were ready," he said, smiling.
"I hate you! I hope you burn in hell!"
"See you there."
"You guys have been friends since elementary school. What happened?" April asked.
"He turned into an ass!" Tom said.
"Better than being a fag!" Benny retorted.
"Up yours!"
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Guys! Stop it! This is stupid!" Mark yelled.
"Mark's right. Maybe you guys could make up or something. At least try," April suggested. Tom and Benny looked at each other for a short moment.
"You want me to make up with him?" Tom asked in shock.
"I was about to ask the same exact thing," Benny said.
"Well . . . yeah," April replied.
"No. Way," Tom and Benny both said as the bus pulled up.
"Fine, but when you guys are in your 20's and one of you is in jail for killing the other one don't say I didn't warn you." April then got on the bus and sat in one of the seats in the back.
"Hey, check it out. Tater tots," Roger said, looking down at his lunch tray.
"How much you wanna bet they're like a week old?" April asked.
"How much you wanna bet they're not even tater tots," Tom responded.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mark asked.
"That one just moved," Tom said.
"Which one?" Mimi asked, looking at Roger's small amount of tater tots.
"That green one right there . . . oh wait. Tater tots aren't green."
"Ew! Gross!" Maureen and Joanne said together.
"Okay. I'm not eating those," Roger said, taking the small spuds off of his tray and sitting them on the ground.
"It's your fault for buying a school lunch in the first place," Mimi pointed out.
"I had to cause I overslept and forgot to pack my lunch."
"You mean, you were gonna pack your own lunch today?" Tom asked, pretending to be shocked.
"Shut up!" Roger said, throwing a green bean at Tom's head as Mr. Smee approached the table.
"Trying to start a food fight, Mr. Davis?" he asked.
"Now why would I do that?" Roger asked, smiling.
"Forget I even asked. I hope you're looking forward to the two hours you get to spend after school with me today, Mr. Collins. I know I am."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Tom said sarcastically. "Did you come all the way out here to remind me of that?"
"No. I came out here to inform you that you now have a three day suspension."
"For what? Sittin' here?"
"For fighting. Benjamin is also suspended."
Roger giggled. "Benjamin," he repeated.
"Anyway, is it possible that one of you knows where Angel Schunard lives?" Mr. Smee asked.
"I do," Tom said immediately. "I haven't seen him all day though."
"That's because his grandmother called and said he wasn't feeling very well," Mr. Smee explained. "Now, I need one of you to take Angel his assignments for today."
"I just said I know where he lives," Tom pointed out.
"I know, but you have detention."
"What if I take Angel his homework and then helped you out with somethin'?"
"Hmm. I don't know. I don't really trust you."
"What if I . . . um . . . washed your car?"
"No."
"Walked your dog?"
"No."
"Cut your grass?"
"No."
"Okay. What if I did a bunch of chores around your house after school for one week, served detention for one week, and still went to Saturday school plus stayed home for my suspension?"
"Would you be able to help the students who need help with their homework too?"
"Yeah."
"Make the chore thing two weeks instead of detention and you've got yourself a deal Mr. Collins. Can you start today at five?"
"No prob!"
"Excellent." Mr. Smee walked back into the school.
"Thomas Collins, you have just managed to get yourself out of two weeks of detention. Do you have anything to say?" Mark asked, holding his hand out like a microphone.
"Mark, you're a dork for that," Tom said, pushing Mark's hand away.
As the seven friends walked, they took turns carrying Angel's books. After about five minutes, they turned down the street Angel lived on and Maureen asked, while pointing at a yellow house, "Is that Angel's house?"
"No Maureen," Tom said.
"How 'bout that one?" Maureen asked, pointing to a brown house.
"No." They passed a greenish house.
"How 'bout-"
"No!" Tom interrupted.
"Well, which one is it?" Maureen asked.
"It's that white one over there."
"How do you know?"
"Cause that's his address on the mailbox." The friends walked up the porch stairs and Tom knocked on the door.
"Un momento por favor," the middle schoolers heard a woman's voice say. Tom, April, Mark, Maureen, Joanne, and Roger all turned to Mimi at the same time and looked at her expectantly.
"Madre de Dios. You guys are helpless without me. She said 'one moment please,'" Mimi said, rolling her eyes. The door suddenly opened and the seven kids saw the face of Ángela, the woman who had just spoken to them through the door.
"Hola niños," Ángela said, smiling.
"Hola señora," Mimi said, looking around at her Spanish-illiterate friends. ¿"Señora, Habla Usted inglés?"
"Sí. ¿Me quisiera usted a?"
"Sí por favor."
"Uh, Mimi, what exactly are you saying?" Roger asked.
"I asked her if she speaks English," Mimi explained.
"You children don't understand Spanish very well, do you?" Ángela asked rhetorically, chuckling. "What can I do for you?"
"We were told to bring Angel his homework and stuff." Tom said. "Um, is he here?"
"Yes he is. Why don't you come inside and I'll get him for you?" Ángela suggested. The friends nodded and followed Ángela into the house.
¡"Ángel! ¡Hay algunas personas que aquí abajo le buscan!" Ángela called.
¡"Bien! ¡Vengo!" Angel called back.
"Come into the livingroom, niños. Ángel will be down in a moment," Ángela said, leading the middle schoolers to the livingroom. A minute later, Angel appeared in the livingroom wrapped in a blanket.
"Hi guys," he said, sitting on the couch next to Tom.
"¡Nieto de calidad! You're going to burn up in that thing!" Ángela said. She the lowered her voice to a whisper.¿"Puede todavía usted ver las contusiones, amor?" Mimi's eyes widened. She'd just barely heard what Ángela had asked and it worried her.
¿"Contusiones?" she whispered to herself.
"No," Angel replied. Ángela nodded. "So, why'd you guys come here?"
"Mr. Smee wanted someone to bring you your homework," Tom said.
"So, we all came," Mark added.
"I don't think now was such a good time," Angel said, eyeing the doorway of the livingroom.
"Why not?" Maureen asked.
"Cause my-" The front door opened and shut before Angel could finish his sentence. Adán appeared in the doorway a minute later. His normal facial expression turned into a scowl in three seconds flat.
"Who are all these kids?" he asked.
"There friends of Ángel's. They came to give him his homework," Ángela explained.
"Who invited them in without my permission?"
"Well I-"
"I did," Angel interrupted. "I thought it would be okay."
"I want them gone. Now," Adán said sternly. April, Mark, Roger, Maureen, and Joanne all left hurriedly. Adán glared at Tom and Mimi. "What are you two waiting for, huh?"
"The principal told Tom and I to help Angel with his homework," Mimi said quickly.
"Well, you're going to have to wait a while," Adán said, grabbing Angel by his arm and pulling him out of his blanket revealing that he was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt. "You and I are going to have a little talk." As Adán dragged Angel out of the room and Ángela followed, Tom turned to Mimi.
"You just lied to a very scary man," he said.
"What do you mean?" Mimi asked.
"Mr. Smee didn't tell us to help Angel with his homework."
"I had to make something up in order to stay. Didn't you hear what Angel's grandma said?"
"I heard it, but I didn't understand it."
"She asked him if the bruises could be seen."
"Bruises? What bruises?"
"That's what I wanna figure out. I also wanted to show Angel this picture." Mimi took a picture from her pants pocket and gave it to Tom.
"Who's this and where'd you get it?" Tom asked, looking at the woman in the picture.
"It might be the lady we found at the park. I went back yesterday cause I forgot my book so I decided to look for some sort of identification of the lady and I found her wallet with that picture in it," Mimi explained. "Who does it look like to you?" Tom studied the picture for a few seconds before his eyes widened.
"She looks like . . ." A loud cry of pain stopped Tom in mid-sentence.
"Angel!" Mimi yelled. She and Tom ran to the kitchen and saw Angel trying to crawl away from Adán, who caught him and picked him up.
"Adán, please!" Ángela cried. Without giving it a second thought, Adán threw Angel into a wall.
CRACK!
Angel landed on the floor and started to cry while holding his arm as Tom and Mimi ran to him.
"Angel, what's goin' on?" he asked, trying to see if Angel's arm was okay.
"Don't touch it!" Angel screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"It could be broken," Mimi said.
"Get the hell away from him!" Adán yelled, coming toward the three kids.
"Go anywhere near them and I'll do what I should've done a long time ago!" Ángela said, stopping Adán from going any further by holding a kitchen knife to his neck. "You two, take Ángel out to the car and wait for me there." Tom and Mimi nodded and helped Angel outside. "If you even think about moving from that spot, one of us is going to jail." With that said, Ángela walked outside to drive her beloved grandson to the hospital, leaving a dumbfounded Adán standing in the kitchen.
Okay! That's another chappy done! You know, my grandparents don't drive anymore, but I know some elderly people do. So that's why Ángela drives! GO OLD PEOPLE! Anyway, I was thinking about killing Adán off right there, but then I was like "I can't do that! I might need him later!" That's why he didn't die. Although I was really tempted to kill him. Mistakes are the fault of my keyboard cause I'm tired of blaming my fingers. Review please! :)
Translations:
"Madre de Dios." - "Mother of God."
"Hola niños." - "Hello children."
"Hola señora." - "Hello ma'am."
¿"Señora, Habla Usted inglés?" - "Ma'am, do you speak English?"
"Sí. ¿Me quisiera usted a?" - "Yes. Would you like me to?"
"Sí por favor." - "Yes please."
¡"Ángel! ¡Hay algunas personas que aquí abajo le buscan!" - "Angel! There are some people down here looking for you!"
¡"Bien! ¡Vengo!" - "Okay! I'm coming!"
"¡Nieto de calidad!" - "Goodness grandson!"
"¿Puede todavía usted ver las contusiones, amor?" - "Can you still see the bruises, sweetheart?"
"¿Contusiones?" - "Bruises?"