Life After High School. Is It Scary? You Bet.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: We own nothing ::sob::
Summary: pshh I dunno.
A/N: Bad news guys, I got real bad marks on my report card and mum has taken off the Internet. This means, I'll have to update at school and not as frequently. Sorry, but I have to get good marks!
A few days after the memorial service, I was organising the invitations for Colan's birthday party. Damon, Benny, Boromir, Emma and Elrond were all watching 'Braveheart' in the lounge. Colan was drawing at the kitchen table.
"Colan?"
"Yes, Aunt Jamie?" he asked. I loved it when he called me that.
"Who do you want to invite to your birthday party?"
He thought about it for a while. "Wendy, Zeke, Casey, Stan, Max, Dawn, Hamish, Jack, Jenny and Anna."
"That's quite a lot of names, where did you meet them all?"
"At the Singing competition. They were all there with Wendy. And Max, Dawn, Jack and Hamish were in our group."
"Oh that's right. Well, I'll finish up the invitations. Do you want to invite Wendy over?"
"Yeah!" He said and jumped up to use the phone. I laughed.
"Hello, is Wendy there?" He asked after he had dialled the number. That kid was smart.
"Hi Wendy, want to come over and play?"
Wendy must have said yes because, he cheered. That made me laugh even more. But then I heard Ria crying over the baby monitor and went up to see what was wrong.
I opened the door and picked up my daughter. Pong, she was a bit whiffy.
"My gosh, missy, you need a nappy change." I said. Ria just burbled and laughed.
I smiled and put her on the changing table.
"P.U. Ria, you really do need changing." I said as I wrinkled my nose to the smell. I won't put you through the gory details.
When I finished changing her, we went down stairs together. She waved a podgy arm in my face and did a baby squeal.
I looked out the window to see Wendy and Colan in the garden playing with Laddie and Casper. Max and Dawn were there too. Billee and Legolas were watching them play, talking quietly.
I went into the lounge with Ria and her bottle to catch the last half an hour of Braveheart. Something told me today was going to be a good day.
I must have spoken to soon because there was a squeal like a stuck pig and some crying. I handed Ria and the bottle to Emma, who was starting to bulge out a lot more, and ran outside to check what happened.
Colan was sitting on the ground, his hands over his knee and he was wailing.
I ran up to him as Billee knelt down in front of his brother.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Colan fell off the tyre swing. I think he scratched his knee."
I checked Colan. Sometimes, kids could make a lot of fuss over nothing. I gently pulled his hand off the damaged knee to find just a red mark.
"What did you do, Colan?" I asked gently.
"I fell off the tyre swing. It hurts."
"I know," I looked at the knee and put my ear to it, pretending to hear for a pulse. "I'm sorry Colan, this leg is going to have to come off. I'll go get Frodo's saw."
Colan screamed and tugged at my jeans, which fell down because I wasn't wearing a belt. He stayed silent for a maximum of two seconds then burst out laughing. The other kids began laughing too and Billee and Legolas soon followed. It was rather funny.
"Do you want a band-aide?"
Colan nodded and I produced a band-aide with Winnie-the-Pooh on it. He began to smile again and I knew the whole incident was forgotten.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: We own nothing ::sob::
Summary: pshh I dunno.
A/N: Bad news guys, I got real bad marks on my report card and mum has taken off the Internet. This means, I'll have to update at school and not as frequently. Sorry, but I have to get good marks!
A few days after the memorial service, I was organising the invitations for Colan's birthday party. Damon, Benny, Boromir, Emma and Elrond were all watching 'Braveheart' in the lounge. Colan was drawing at the kitchen table.
"Colan?"
"Yes, Aunt Jamie?" he asked. I loved it when he called me that.
"Who do you want to invite to your birthday party?"
He thought about it for a while. "Wendy, Zeke, Casey, Stan, Max, Dawn, Hamish, Jack, Jenny and Anna."
"That's quite a lot of names, where did you meet them all?"
"At the Singing competition. They were all there with Wendy. And Max, Dawn, Jack and Hamish were in our group."
"Oh that's right. Well, I'll finish up the invitations. Do you want to invite Wendy over?"
"Yeah!" He said and jumped up to use the phone. I laughed.
"Hello, is Wendy there?" He asked after he had dialled the number. That kid was smart.
"Hi Wendy, want to come over and play?"
Wendy must have said yes because, he cheered. That made me laugh even more. But then I heard Ria crying over the baby monitor and went up to see what was wrong.
I opened the door and picked up my daughter. Pong, she was a bit whiffy.
"My gosh, missy, you need a nappy change." I said. Ria just burbled and laughed.
I smiled and put her on the changing table.
"P.U. Ria, you really do need changing." I said as I wrinkled my nose to the smell. I won't put you through the gory details.
When I finished changing her, we went down stairs together. She waved a podgy arm in my face and did a baby squeal.
I looked out the window to see Wendy and Colan in the garden playing with Laddie and Casper. Max and Dawn were there too. Billee and Legolas were watching them play, talking quietly.
I went into the lounge with Ria and her bottle to catch the last half an hour of Braveheart. Something told me today was going to be a good day.
I must have spoken to soon because there was a squeal like a stuck pig and some crying. I handed Ria and the bottle to Emma, who was starting to bulge out a lot more, and ran outside to check what happened.
Colan was sitting on the ground, his hands over his knee and he was wailing.
I ran up to him as Billee knelt down in front of his brother.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Colan fell off the tyre swing. I think he scratched his knee."
I checked Colan. Sometimes, kids could make a lot of fuss over nothing. I gently pulled his hand off the damaged knee to find just a red mark.
"What did you do, Colan?" I asked gently.
"I fell off the tyre swing. It hurts."
"I know," I looked at the knee and put my ear to it, pretending to hear for a pulse. "I'm sorry Colan, this leg is going to have to come off. I'll go get Frodo's saw."
Colan screamed and tugged at my jeans, which fell down because I wasn't wearing a belt. He stayed silent for a maximum of two seconds then burst out laughing. The other kids began laughing too and Billee and Legolas soon followed. It was rather funny.
"Do you want a band-aide?"
Colan nodded and I produced a band-aide with Winnie-the-Pooh on it. He began to smile again and I knew the whole incident was forgotten.
