Chapter 9.
When Colt and Tum tum got back into their home it was nearing midnight. "Good everyone's asleep that means we can get upstairs without any-...." He was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat in the darkness, it had come from the direction of the couch and they snapped around to see there mother sitting there with her feet up on the coffee table in slippers and a robe.
"Mom." Colt said brightly following it with a, "What are you doing up at this time?" She crossed her arms and looked at them sternly. "I could ask you the same thing." Jessica retorted. It looked like they were sunk but then Tum tum had a brilliant thought. "Weee-..." He drug on accidently but they heard another voice at the top of the stairs. "Were taking out the trash." They all turned their heads and saw Rocky at the top of the stairs.
"Taking out the trash?" Jessica repeated. "Yeah mom, you always forget to take out the trash when it's trash day because you've got work the next day." Rocky said and she looked as though she were thinking it over and Colt prayed like anything that she would believe him.
"You're right, I do forget." She said standing and walking over to the two of them. "I'm sorry boys, I've got to learn to trust you more sometimes." She scooped them into a thank you hug smooshing them together and the little book dropped out of Colt's belt buckle. "What was that?" She asked looking down.
"I hit my hand." Tum said moving it over to the wall to example a noise similar to the one the book had made. "Oh, well I'm going back to bed. You boys do the same, okay?"
"Yes mom." They said together. "Alright, now good night." She walked upstairs and patted Rocky on the shoulder as she walked by.
He smiled at her then looked down the stairs when he'd seen their parents door reclose. "Rocky we got it." Colt's voice came and they rushed upstairs into their room pushing Rocky along with them.
"Got what?" He asked climbing back into bed.
"Evidence that Maria might be a sicky, we swiped her diary." Colt said happily waiting for applause but what he got was an arguement. "You what?" Rocky shouted in a whisper. "We had to Rocky no one would believe you if we didn't."
"What if she notices it's missing?" He asked and Tum shook his head to the conversation. "Try to do something nice." He mumbling striping himself down and sliding on his p.j's.
"Come on at least look at it with us." Colt said planly with a request to do it in his voice. "......" Rocky was quietly thinking it over and then he nodded. "It might just be the thing we need, although we still have to return it I don't want you guys charged with breaking and entering." He replied.
"Alright." Cheered Colt slightly; he'd always wanted to know what girls put down in these little things and now he'd actually be looking through one- sweet.
"Hand me a flash light Tum." The boy looked at them both like they were crazy.
"I just got into bed, I'm not getting up in the cold to get you two a flash light." He pulled the bed spread over his head and went back to sleep. "I got it." Rocky said rejoining his brother on his bed. He pushed the botton in on the flash light and it blinked on. "We'll check out the most recent dates and look for your name." Colt told him as Rocky thumbed through the book. "Here we are." Rocky held the book close to him because the girls writing made chicken scratch look like a mile high letter A.
"There he goes again diary, Rocky. He has the most sexy confidence I've ever seen in my life I wish I were like him- I wish I could love him." He blinked his vision down for a second having to read something like that about himself was kinda strange. "...-He's always putting up with that neighbor of his what's her name Emily? Bleh like a girl like that would ever deserve him. I could give him more than some fat girl ever could." Colt continued at Rocky's pause.
"This right here is all the proof we need, I think." Said Rocky trying not to get upset about what Colt had read about Emily. "Look at this though." Colt pointed to the date on the page. "September 10, 2001. That's weird she's seen me around for a year? Why didn't she do anything then?" Colt shrugged to the question, he didn't know the answer to that one.
"Look at this," Rocky picked up a picture and looked it over. "This is a picture of me from the awards dinner. When did she ge-...." He stopped himself from saying that as a flash back went through his mind.
'She was the one who took my picture from the off angel not mom.' He thought and looked back down at the book. "This whole thing is full of you and you're little doings what a sick-o." Colt said flipping through it. "Look at this one. January 20, 1999. Rocky is wearing a jacket- you know the one that I like so much with the hood from his sports team. God what a dream he is when he slips it off over his head and puts it on- bleh emily." Colt paused a moment. "Iiii think that says Emily." He said strecthing his 'I'.
"See if there's anything in there about her family and her brother Coren." Rocky suggested and Colt thumbed through the pages to find the name. He skimmed the page with his eyes and dropped the book a second. "Whoa."
"What?" Rocky asked in a light panic not sure what he could have found.
"You gotta read that for yourself to believe it." He responded lifting the book back off of the floor.
Rocky took a deep breath and flipped open the book to the page Colt said it was on.
December 20 1996.
Dear Diary,
My mother told me I have to leave the house today.
Says I had no right to hurt that boy for not liking me back-
Ha! Had no right, that boy tried to take advantage of me!
She said "Maria, you've got to learn how to control your outburst.
That's what she calls them now 'outburst.' pah!
......Someaday I'll show them all! I'll find the guy out there for me
and when I do he and I will be the most powerful people in the world
and we'll make everyone wish they'd never laid eyes on us. (Over)
December 21, 1996.
Dear Diary,
Toady aunt Marissa came over to get me- the bitch.
I hated her since forever, she thinks she can control me- never!
Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! Coren is pretending to cry for me.
What does she know about pain she can talk! I've been like this for years-
hell, life now! And she wants to cry....man what I wouldn't give to crush her brain.
I better cam myself down before that dumb bitch gets up here to take me to her house
in dumb old L.A. as if I'd fit in with those snotty ritzy ass kids....
not someone like me anyway, they'll be sorry all of them!
If they even think they can pick on me.........there she is calling my name
as if I could answer back. Good bye diary I'll tell you what happens later.
January 3, 1996.
Dear Diary,
I saw a boy in school named Samuel- well his name is really Rocky.
He does ninjas I looked into his mind to see all that. I know I said I wouldn't
but I had to know about this guy I saw some pretty interesting stuff hee hee.
I can't wait to talk to him tommorrow, good night diary.
"I don't understand, what does this mean, she can't talk?" Rocky asked really confussed and a little shaken.
"I don't know but if I were you I'd show dad." Colt said going over to the closet and undressing himself for bed as well. "Maybe, but he'll never let us hear the end of the break in alone I think we should just handle this ourselves." Rocky replied closing the book. "This is a switch if it were my problem we'd go to mom or dad but you wanna handle this by yourself?" Colt walked over to his bed and used the ladder to get on it so he wouldn't disturb Tum tum.
"Yeah, I have too. Maybe I can talk to her rationally about this whole thing." Rocky said sliding the diary under the pillow. "Good night Rock', and good luck." Colt said turning over to face the wall.
"Good night." He responded. 'Maybe now I can get some answers, why can't she talk.....and if she can how come I can hear her when she does- can everyone else?' He wondered. 'I don't understand any of this,' he thought. 'I don't even believe in this sorta thing, zodiacs sure that's really cool but all this psychic stuff...is that what they call them?' He sighed and let his eyes drift closed. 'I'll find out in the morning.'
When Colt and Tum tum got back into their home it was nearing midnight. "Good everyone's asleep that means we can get upstairs without any-...." He was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat in the darkness, it had come from the direction of the couch and they snapped around to see there mother sitting there with her feet up on the coffee table in slippers and a robe.
"Mom." Colt said brightly following it with a, "What are you doing up at this time?" She crossed her arms and looked at them sternly. "I could ask you the same thing." Jessica retorted. It looked like they were sunk but then Tum tum had a brilliant thought. "Weee-..." He drug on accidently but they heard another voice at the top of the stairs. "Were taking out the trash." They all turned their heads and saw Rocky at the top of the stairs.
"Taking out the trash?" Jessica repeated. "Yeah mom, you always forget to take out the trash when it's trash day because you've got work the next day." Rocky said and she looked as though she were thinking it over and Colt prayed like anything that she would believe him.
"You're right, I do forget." She said standing and walking over to the two of them. "I'm sorry boys, I've got to learn to trust you more sometimes." She scooped them into a thank you hug smooshing them together and the little book dropped out of Colt's belt buckle. "What was that?" She asked looking down.
"I hit my hand." Tum said moving it over to the wall to example a noise similar to the one the book had made. "Oh, well I'm going back to bed. You boys do the same, okay?"
"Yes mom." They said together. "Alright, now good night." She walked upstairs and patted Rocky on the shoulder as she walked by.
He smiled at her then looked down the stairs when he'd seen their parents door reclose. "Rocky we got it." Colt's voice came and they rushed upstairs into their room pushing Rocky along with them.
"Got what?" He asked climbing back into bed.
"Evidence that Maria might be a sicky, we swiped her diary." Colt said happily waiting for applause but what he got was an arguement. "You what?" Rocky shouted in a whisper. "We had to Rocky no one would believe you if we didn't."
"What if she notices it's missing?" He asked and Tum shook his head to the conversation. "Try to do something nice." He mumbling striping himself down and sliding on his p.j's.
"Come on at least look at it with us." Colt said planly with a request to do it in his voice. "......" Rocky was quietly thinking it over and then he nodded. "It might just be the thing we need, although we still have to return it I don't want you guys charged with breaking and entering." He replied.
"Alright." Cheered Colt slightly; he'd always wanted to know what girls put down in these little things and now he'd actually be looking through one- sweet.
"Hand me a flash light Tum." The boy looked at them both like they were crazy.
"I just got into bed, I'm not getting up in the cold to get you two a flash light." He pulled the bed spread over his head and went back to sleep. "I got it." Rocky said rejoining his brother on his bed. He pushed the botton in on the flash light and it blinked on. "We'll check out the most recent dates and look for your name." Colt told him as Rocky thumbed through the book. "Here we are." Rocky held the book close to him because the girls writing made chicken scratch look like a mile high letter A.
"There he goes again diary, Rocky. He has the most sexy confidence I've ever seen in my life I wish I were like him- I wish I could love him." He blinked his vision down for a second having to read something like that about himself was kinda strange. "...-He's always putting up with that neighbor of his what's her name Emily? Bleh like a girl like that would ever deserve him. I could give him more than some fat girl ever could." Colt continued at Rocky's pause.
"This right here is all the proof we need, I think." Said Rocky trying not to get upset about what Colt had read about Emily. "Look at this though." Colt pointed to the date on the page. "September 10, 2001. That's weird she's seen me around for a year? Why didn't she do anything then?" Colt shrugged to the question, he didn't know the answer to that one.
"Look at this," Rocky picked up a picture and looked it over. "This is a picture of me from the awards dinner. When did she ge-...." He stopped himself from saying that as a flash back went through his mind.
'She was the one who took my picture from the off angel not mom.' He thought and looked back down at the book. "This whole thing is full of you and you're little doings what a sick-o." Colt said flipping through it. "Look at this one. January 20, 1999. Rocky is wearing a jacket- you know the one that I like so much with the hood from his sports team. God what a dream he is when he slips it off over his head and puts it on- bleh emily." Colt paused a moment. "Iiii think that says Emily." He said strecthing his 'I'.
"See if there's anything in there about her family and her brother Coren." Rocky suggested and Colt thumbed through the pages to find the name. He skimmed the page with his eyes and dropped the book a second. "Whoa."
"What?" Rocky asked in a light panic not sure what he could have found.
"You gotta read that for yourself to believe it." He responded lifting the book back off of the floor.
Rocky took a deep breath and flipped open the book to the page Colt said it was on.
December 20 1996.
Dear Diary,
My mother told me I have to leave the house today.
Says I had no right to hurt that boy for not liking me back-
Ha! Had no right, that boy tried to take advantage of me!
She said "Maria, you've got to learn how to control your outburst.
That's what she calls them now 'outburst.' pah!
......Someaday I'll show them all! I'll find the guy out there for me
and when I do he and I will be the most powerful people in the world
and we'll make everyone wish they'd never laid eyes on us. (Over)
December 21, 1996.
Dear Diary,
Toady aunt Marissa came over to get me- the bitch.
I hated her since forever, she thinks she can control me- never!
Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! Coren is pretending to cry for me.
What does she know about pain she can talk! I've been like this for years-
hell, life now! And she wants to cry....man what I wouldn't give to crush her brain.
I better cam myself down before that dumb bitch gets up here to take me to her house
in dumb old L.A. as if I'd fit in with those snotty ritzy ass kids....
not someone like me anyway, they'll be sorry all of them!
If they even think they can pick on me.........there she is calling my name
as if I could answer back. Good bye diary I'll tell you what happens later.
January 3, 1996.
Dear Diary,
I saw a boy in school named Samuel- well his name is really Rocky.
He does ninjas I looked into his mind to see all that. I know I said I wouldn't
but I had to know about this guy I saw some pretty interesting stuff hee hee.
I can't wait to talk to him tommorrow, good night diary.
"I don't understand, what does this mean, she can't talk?" Rocky asked really confussed and a little shaken.
"I don't know but if I were you I'd show dad." Colt said going over to the closet and undressing himself for bed as well. "Maybe, but he'll never let us hear the end of the break in alone I think we should just handle this ourselves." Rocky replied closing the book. "This is a switch if it were my problem we'd go to mom or dad but you wanna handle this by yourself?" Colt walked over to his bed and used the ladder to get on it so he wouldn't disturb Tum tum.
"Yeah, I have too. Maybe I can talk to her rationally about this whole thing." Rocky said sliding the diary under the pillow. "Good night Rock', and good luck." Colt said turning over to face the wall.
"Good night." He responded. 'Maybe now I can get some answers, why can't she talk.....and if she can how come I can hear her when she does- can everyone else?' He wondered. 'I don't understand any of this,' he thought. 'I don't even believe in this sorta thing, zodiacs sure that's really cool but all this psychic stuff...is that what they call them?' He sighed and let his eyes drift closed. 'I'll find out in the morning.'