Today, Ruthi makes a friend and gets closer to Skylar.
FuddyDuddy- Who talks like that?
Crazy Saturday Girl- Not another one!
jacob- Nu-uh!
Rain12- Skylar is awesome.
allycat18- You're not weird. They say the same about me.
cerrenous- That was a one time deal.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!" Ruthi yelled, throwing the wrench down. Skylar patted her arm, even though he was angry as well. "We are not 'junkyard rats'." She said but evidently calmer. "She probably has never even seen a junkyard rat." Skylar agreed. "It would be hard to confuse us with them if she ever saw one." Ruthi smiled "Sky, you're a genius!" She hugged him tightly before running home. Skylar smiled faintly "I should be a genius more often, if that is the result."
Ruthi burst into the apartment, stopping only to grab some peanut butter and some of her favorite ice cream, mint chip with cookie dough. "What are you doing with the peanut butter?" Doyle asked his daughter. "Prunkun Brat-nie." Ruthi said with her mouth full of ice cream. "And the ice cream?" Doyle asked again, eyebrow raised. "It's so good." Ruthi said guiltily, having swallowed the ice cream. She handed the ice cream back to her father, grumbling, before heading to her room to grab the rest of the stuff.
Ruthi, looking like she stepped out of a spy movie, crept through the halls of Gorge Mason Middle School. She was carrying an empty jar and a cage. Ruthi planned for everything. She even taped a picture over the cameras. Ruthi reached the locker of her nemesis "Who are you!?" Well, she planned for almost everything.
Facing Ruthi was an African American girl. She was about as tall as Ruthi, but wider, with green hair in a million different braids and brown eyes wide in shock. She was also carrying duct tape, a funnel and a bucket full of water dyed green. "You got a problem with Brat-tanie too?" Ruthi asked, "Yo, that girl's trippin'. Yesterday made fun of my hair, so I'm gettin' payback. Name's Katlyn, but you call me Kayter, kay?" Kayter said "Ruthi, she called me and Skylar 'junkyard rats', so…" She gestured to the empty cage "my little friend is now in her gym shorts." Kayter smiled "Sweet! I was just gonna fill her locker with dye." Ruthi smirked, "Let me help you." She put duct tape over two of the vents, then held the funnel to the third one. They were finished and ready to leave when a hand pulled on the backs of their shirts.
They were turned around to see a mean looking woman in a power suit. "Uh oh, the principal." Kayter whispered to Ruthi. "In my office. Now." The principal said angrily. Kayter, Ruthi, and Ruthi walked with her to her office, where she made them sit in two chairs in front of her desk. "Katlyn Hawkins, you are in big trouble, you hear me, and I don't even know who you are!" She yelled. Ruthi shrugged "I'm Ruthi Blackwell. I'm home-schooled and you should be grateful for that." The Principal, Mrs. Bitterhorn, was not grateful at all. "Then why are you and that mutt here?" That ticked Ruthi off, but she controlled herself "Oh, I just couldn't resist. I mean, the mean teachers, disgusting food, and bullies. Who wouldn't want to be here?" Ruthi said sarcastically. Mrs. Bitterhorn grabbed them both by the backs of their shirts, again, and dragged them to Ruthi's apartment.
Doyle was just getting out some ice cream, when the doorbell rang. He sighed, putting back the rocky road ice cream and opened the door. There was Mrs. Bitterhorn, dragging Ruthi and another girl he never seen before with a mad expression on her face. "You're daughter is a menace to society." She growled, before coming in. She dragged them to the middle of the living room, but still didn't let either of them go. "Listen, why don't you tell me what Ruthi did. I'm sure there's a good reason for…" He was interrupted by the doorbell.
Doyle opened the door to see the Saturdays, minus Fisk, Zon and Komodo. Doc held a gift basket but it looked like he would rather be somewhere else. "Is this a bad time?" Drew asked. "No, this is a perfect time. Come in." Ruthi called "This is Kayter." Kayter nodded "Yo, me and R-dog were just chillen, helpen' me get my books, when Mrs. B came in sayin' "Yo, come to my office." We were doin' nuthen' wrong, yo." Ruthi nodded and gave them the puppy-dog look. "School was closed and you two knew it." Mrs. Bitterhorn yelled.
Doc sat down and for some reason, Doyle winced. "Don't worry, I'll punish my daughter." He said pushing Mrs. Bitterhorn out the door. "But what about Ms. Hawkins?" Mrs. Bitterhorn asked, "I'll be sure to tell her dad, too." Doyle replied, shutting the door on her face. He then called out. 'Hey Lover Boy, she's gone."
Skylar popped out from behind the couch and let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Mister Blackwell." he said then turned to Doc "Um, sir, if you would please get up so I can go out from here." Doc got up and Skylar got up from where he was hiding. "So, I'm guessing you're Skylar?" Drew asked, questioning her niece's taste in men. "Yes, and you must be Misses Saturday, Doctor Saturday, and Zakary. I am pleased to meet each of you." Skylar said politely. "Why were you hiding behind the couch?" Zak asked. Skylar frowned slightly. "The Social Service people and people like Misses Bitterhorn try to take me to a foster home, and that doe's not feel right, taking another family, I will remember them one day, but until then I will continue to hide."
Everyone was silent for a moment before Doyle said "So, who wants ice cream?" Skylar immediately brightened and ran to the counter. Doyle handed out ice cream before glaring at Skylar and Ruthi "You two snack way to much on this. There's only enough for one." Doyle smirked, "Why don't you share it?" Skylar stared at his shoes and Ruthi looked ready to punch him, but they both grabbed the bowl and shared the ice cream. (And secretly enjoyed it)
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