Chapter Five- Rory's POV
By Becky
I walk up the walkway to Uncle Marshall's house. His house is pretty normal looking except he has like ten different thermometers outside. I walk up the walkway and ring the doorbell.
"Enter at your own risk," says a mechanical voice.
I open the door and step in. There are papers and left over sushi containers everywhere. On the walls, there are framed portraits of his mom, Skye, him, and me.
"Uncle Marshall?"
"Down here!"
I open the door to the basement and hop down the stairs.
Uncle Marshall is dancing in front of a green screen.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just.... taping myself. I'm gonna put myself in a film to make it look like I'm dancing with those Rocket girls who kick their legs up and down... you know?" He stops dancing and walks over to his computer.
"Interesting."
"Where's Skye? I haven't seen her in a while. I mean, not like I'm seeing her as in dating her, obviously. Seeing her as my niece."
I giggle as I listen to him. "I don't know, probably shopping at Aerospatiale or something," I reply. "Like, oh my Gawd!" I squeal, mocking my sister's voice.
"Oh well..." he turns around and looks at me from his swivel chair.
"Hey, um, Uncle Marshall, there was something I wanted to tell you about. I answered this weird phone call on a pay pho-"
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep"
A bell goes off. I cover my ears because it's so loud. Uncle Marshall runs upstairs and then calls down to me "Oh my God, she's here, to see me. Not Skye, because we're not seeing each other. It's Carrie!" He sounds so nervous.
I run upstairs to try to clean up the hallway form all the leftover food containers. I straighten up all the pictures on the wall. The door bell rings and someone starts to open the door.
"Thanks for helping me with my homework Uncle Marshall, I'll see you later, ok?" I say as sweetly as I can, making sure Carrie heard me. I give him a hug and head out the door. On my way out he gives me a glance as if to say thanks.
"Marshall, I didn't know you had such a cute niece-," I hear Carrie say as I close the door.
My cell phone rings its usual Nokia tune. I answer it, "Hello?"
All there is is static and then someone hangs up. I am so pissed. I want to move to Norway where they don't have cell phones. I get into my red pickup truck and start driving to swim practice. My phone rings again. I throw it out the window.
I walk up the walkway to Uncle Marshall's house. His house is pretty normal looking except he has like ten different thermometers outside. I walk up the walkway and ring the doorbell.
"Enter at your own risk," says a mechanical voice.
I open the door and step in. There are papers and left over sushi containers everywhere. On the walls, there are framed portraits of his mom, Skye, him, and me.
"Uncle Marshall?"
"Down here!"
I open the door to the basement and hop down the stairs.
Uncle Marshall is dancing in front of a green screen.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just.... taping myself. I'm gonna put myself in a film to make it look like I'm dancing with those Rocket girls who kick their legs up and down... you know?" He stops dancing and walks over to his computer.
"Interesting."
"Where's Skye? I haven't seen her in a while. I mean, not like I'm seeing her as in dating her, obviously. Seeing her as my niece."
I giggle as I listen to him. "I don't know, probably shopping at Aerospatiale or something," I reply. "Like, oh my Gawd!" I squeal, mocking my sister's voice.
"Oh well..." he turns around and looks at me from his swivel chair.
"Hey, um, Uncle Marshall, there was something I wanted to tell you about. I answered this weird phone call on a pay pho-"
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep"
A bell goes off. I cover my ears because it's so loud. Uncle Marshall runs upstairs and then calls down to me "Oh my God, she's here, to see me. Not Skye, because we're not seeing each other. It's Carrie!" He sounds so nervous.
I run upstairs to try to clean up the hallway form all the leftover food containers. I straighten up all the pictures on the wall. The door bell rings and someone starts to open the door.
"Thanks for helping me with my homework Uncle Marshall, I'll see you later, ok?" I say as sweetly as I can, making sure Carrie heard me. I give him a hug and head out the door. On my way out he gives me a glance as if to say thanks.
"Marshall, I didn't know you had such a cute niece-," I hear Carrie say as I close the door.
My cell phone rings its usual Nokia tune. I answer it, "Hello?"
All there is is static and then someone hangs up. I am so pissed. I want to move to Norway where they don't have cell phones. I get into my red pickup truck and start driving to swim practice. My phone rings again. I throw it out the window.
