It wasn't fair; it was only a stupid prank, why couldn't anyone take a joke? Harry had meant to let John out after a few minutes, but sleep had over taken her. When she had awoken the next morning with the sun in her face and her mother yelling in her ear, she knew she was in deep trouble. After about a half an hour of yelling back and forth between Penelope and herself, Harry had been grounded for the rest of the vacation and would be doing the chores for two weeks once they returned home. After breakfast, Grandma and Penelope took out to some popular ice-skating rink. Meanwhile Harry was stuck at home babysitting Grandma's crotchety old cat Twinkle.

It was torture, because of a storm the previous night the cable was out, Grandma's phone had a bad wire that wouldn't be fixed till next week, and on top of that, Twinkle seemed to want Harry's undivided attention. Whenever it was hungry it let out an annoyingly deep 'Meow' that would echo throughout the house. If you sat on its 'spot' it would hiss at you, and if you didn't heed its warning (which Harry learned to) it would climb up behind you and attack your hair.

Harry was close to throwing Twinkle in the shower when there came a knock from the front door. Both Harry and Twinkle turned their heads towards the door and stalked quietly towards the front door. Looking through the peep-hole, Harry saw a young boy a few years older than her on the other side.

Harry slowly opened the door sizing up the young man n front of her. He wasn't bad looking, very average with his light brown hair unkempt with wild curls. He was about a half-foot taller than her but looked lengthier because of his thin arms and legs. He wore a faded newsboy hat that was almost too big for him.

" 'ello Miss, is Mrs. Mills 'ome?" The British accent took Harry by surprise. after hearing so many American accents, it was refreshing to hear something familiar.

"Umm, no, she's out at the moment." It took Harry only a moment to regain her senses and realize it probably wasn't a good idea to tell a stranger who was or wasn't at home. "But she'll be back any second; she said she was only stepping out for a moment."

"Oh, well could ya give this?" the boy said handing Harry a small box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. "Tell 'er it's from Bryan, it the stuff she wanted from my Gran."

"Bryan? Okay...I'll tell when she gets back. Does your Grand know Wendy?" Saying her Grandma's first name was like speaking a foreign language to Harry. It felt wrong on her tongue, and forced.

"Yeah, we, me and Gran that is, live two houses over. Mrs. Mills comes over for the weekly bridge game. Are you related to Mrs. Mills?"

"I'm her granddaughter; our family is visiting from England. Sorry for prying, but your accent, are from around here?"

"Yup, I was born a American, but me dad was from. 'E moved 'ere a few 'ears before I was born."

Harry only nodded in response, with nothing else of interest to her, she was ready about to shut the door and bid the boy goodbye when Bryan stopped her. "H-how long is your family visiting? Cause if you're doing nothing maybe you could come over sometime?"

"Ummm, sure, maybe, my mum and brother are out right now with my grandma so-"

"Are you doing anything? 'Cause if you're wanted maybe we could go doing something. Me and couple of my friends are gett'n together tonight, do you wanna come with?"

Harry had to think for a moment, her mum had said they would be back later in the evening. John's bedtime was seven and mum usually went to bed an hour before Grandma, who went to bed sometime after eleven. Harry was positive once her mother returned she would be sent to the bedroom and would only be allowed out for dinner than sent back to bed. John, much to his fortune, was allowed to sleep on the couch for the remainder of the trip, which meant staying up late watching the telly. If Harry played her cards right, she might be able to sneak out without anyone noticing.

"What time?"

"I can come get ya at eight."

"How about I met you, where do you live?"

"Two blocks down past McGee's, you know where that is?"

"Yup, see you when!"


A/N: .Gosh. I am so sorry for not posting soon. There has been soooo much going on these last few months and stuff has finally calmed down. I started a new school this years and apparently because of how many kids there are, a TON of kids classes got mixed up, and I was one of them. Unfortunately, I almost didn't get the class I needed to graduate. Luckily I did, but I got in A DAY before the first test. So school has started to slow down...Until I saw a poster informing that Homecoming is coming up...

On top of the that my uncle had been in and out of the hospital for awhile now and passed away a couple of weeks ago.

Although I do have main planned out story, with everything that's been going on I lost the motivation to write for a while. Now it's just a problem of finding time.

1) Now that I'm going to public school, school plus homework take up sooooo much time. I really hoped that I could start posting from my phone so I could update more, but unfortunately, the mobile version of doesn't let you write or post (stupid right?)

2) The only computer we have is our family computer. Which right smack in the open between our living room and dinning room. Which means when I am home there's usually someone on it. Since it's my senior year I'm hoping I'm going to get my own laptop! But that wouldn't happen until towards the end of the year. But don't fret! I WILL post before then!

If it's one thing I hate it's people who abandon a story. I WILL NEVER DO THAT UNLESS i UNEXPECTEDLY DIE!