The last chapter was BAD (in my opinion!), but I took your reviews into
consideration. The result? This chapter. Now please R&R - Now scamper off,
and ENJOY!!
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When I got home, the Brewer house was empty- a rare occasion, but relieving all the same. I was hoping I got a little privacy while I called Rick so there we no interruptions as if Kristy were to walk in or Emily Michelle wanting help with her homework.
"Hello?!" I called. There was an echo as the sound rebounded off the walls, through out the empty house. I walked down the hall. The TV was switched off and I couldn't hear any music, but I saw a note on the kitchen bench: 'Taken Emily and her friend to lunch, we'll be back at 2:30. Love Kristy and Elizabeth'. I screwed up the note and hoped to slam dunk it into the bin. I threw it. Miss. I heard Dad curse from the back yard. I walked towards the French doors and I saw Dad picking weeds. "Damn you!" He had to learn to stop cursing; especially now since Emily Michelle was nine. She was naïve. She could pick up language like that and use it any where- like school. She had already developed an insurgent streak; the teachers had already given her a bad report. She hadn't needed to decrease her reputation for a good student.
The phone was free, like it had been for the last five minutes. I dialed Rick's number which I had memorized when I slept over Nancy's the other night. "Hello, you've called me, and I'm not here. Call back later. I'm not going to call you back." that's good to know. I slammed down the phone. I never knew he could be so rude and obnoxious, but what I did know is that he's unpredictable: A recipe for an unlikely boyfriend. Oh well, I still liked him, and Nancy and Hannie kept telling me that he liked me, too. If only Pamela kept her soiled hands off him once in a while. I'd like to think she had learnt a thing or two from second grade; obviously she hasn't, making flirting her main curriculum.
"Hello princess. What's up?" Dad asked as he walked in with cuts and scratches all over his hands, obviously from his gardening adventures. I laughed. "Ahhh, fine Dad. Looks like you've been having fun." I replied. He chuckled and nodded his head as he reached for the refrigerator. He held up a dish of cake "Want some?" he asked. I shook my head "Ah, no thanks. I just ate; I had lunch with Nancy and all that.". He smiled "Very well, as you wish. But you don't know what you're missing out on. Elizabeth made a fantastic cake. She even garnished it, but Emily ate all the strawberries.". "I'm going up stairs to make a call" I announced. Dad nodded, with a mouth full of cake. "Okay, Karen" he replied. He couldn't say much more, everything was coming out of his mouth. I jogged up stairs and ran into Dad's room and grabbed the cordless phone. I then went in my room and locked the door, no one, not anyone was going to interrupt this call. I took a deep breath and hit re-dial on the phone. "Hello?" asked a familiar voice on the other end. "Hi" I replied "It's Karen." There was no sound. "Um, if you still want to go to the movies next weekend, or whenever, I'm free?" I asked, breaking the ice. "Um, yeah, about that, Pamela said she would. I thought you couldn't. We just got back a few hours ago. I caught the bus home; she went to the mall. Hey, sorry, Babe, but I got to go-". We cut out. And I was enraged. So that's why 'she' was so happy with her self and smug and all that at the mall- she went to the movies with Rick! And 'she' should've been me. I must admit, I'm taking this lightly; the old Karen would have called everyone in town and screamed 'Scum!', but not this Karen, no.
"Nancy! Omigod! Pamela! Rick went to the cinema with Pamela and not me!" I cried on the phone to Nancy. "Oh" she said. "He's scum!" I replied. "Well, seems like she wants revenge." Nancy said. I was confused "Revenge?" I asked. "Ah huh, she's brainwashed Hannie, taken Rick and I saw her compliment Kristy on her sweater the other day." she replied. "Not you, too, I hope?" I asked her. "No, don't worry, I won't leave you." She reassured me. "He did call me 'Babe' though." I said. There was silence, then an eruption of giggles. "He did?" she asked, still giggling like mad. "That's not the point though, the point is, is that I want revenge. If this is the game she wants to play, fine, I'll play. But I play rough, she needs to know that, but don't worry, she will. The hard way."
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When I got home, the Brewer house was empty- a rare occasion, but relieving all the same. I was hoping I got a little privacy while I called Rick so there we no interruptions as if Kristy were to walk in or Emily Michelle wanting help with her homework.
"Hello?!" I called. There was an echo as the sound rebounded off the walls, through out the empty house. I walked down the hall. The TV was switched off and I couldn't hear any music, but I saw a note on the kitchen bench: 'Taken Emily and her friend to lunch, we'll be back at 2:30. Love Kristy and Elizabeth'. I screwed up the note and hoped to slam dunk it into the bin. I threw it. Miss. I heard Dad curse from the back yard. I walked towards the French doors and I saw Dad picking weeds. "Damn you!" He had to learn to stop cursing; especially now since Emily Michelle was nine. She was naïve. She could pick up language like that and use it any where- like school. She had already developed an insurgent streak; the teachers had already given her a bad report. She hadn't needed to decrease her reputation for a good student.
The phone was free, like it had been for the last five minutes. I dialed Rick's number which I had memorized when I slept over Nancy's the other night. "Hello, you've called me, and I'm not here. Call back later. I'm not going to call you back." that's good to know. I slammed down the phone. I never knew he could be so rude and obnoxious, but what I did know is that he's unpredictable: A recipe for an unlikely boyfriend. Oh well, I still liked him, and Nancy and Hannie kept telling me that he liked me, too. If only Pamela kept her soiled hands off him once in a while. I'd like to think she had learnt a thing or two from second grade; obviously she hasn't, making flirting her main curriculum.
"Hello princess. What's up?" Dad asked as he walked in with cuts and scratches all over his hands, obviously from his gardening adventures. I laughed. "Ahhh, fine Dad. Looks like you've been having fun." I replied. He chuckled and nodded his head as he reached for the refrigerator. He held up a dish of cake "Want some?" he asked. I shook my head "Ah, no thanks. I just ate; I had lunch with Nancy and all that.". He smiled "Very well, as you wish. But you don't know what you're missing out on. Elizabeth made a fantastic cake. She even garnished it, but Emily ate all the strawberries.". "I'm going up stairs to make a call" I announced. Dad nodded, with a mouth full of cake. "Okay, Karen" he replied. He couldn't say much more, everything was coming out of his mouth. I jogged up stairs and ran into Dad's room and grabbed the cordless phone. I then went in my room and locked the door, no one, not anyone was going to interrupt this call. I took a deep breath and hit re-dial on the phone. "Hello?" asked a familiar voice on the other end. "Hi" I replied "It's Karen." There was no sound. "Um, if you still want to go to the movies next weekend, or whenever, I'm free?" I asked, breaking the ice. "Um, yeah, about that, Pamela said she would. I thought you couldn't. We just got back a few hours ago. I caught the bus home; she went to the mall. Hey, sorry, Babe, but I got to go-". We cut out. And I was enraged. So that's why 'she' was so happy with her self and smug and all that at the mall- she went to the movies with Rick! And 'she' should've been me. I must admit, I'm taking this lightly; the old Karen would have called everyone in town and screamed 'Scum!', but not this Karen, no.
"Nancy! Omigod! Pamela! Rick went to the cinema with Pamela and not me!" I cried on the phone to Nancy. "Oh" she said. "He's scum!" I replied. "Well, seems like she wants revenge." Nancy said. I was confused "Revenge?" I asked. "Ah huh, she's brainwashed Hannie, taken Rick and I saw her compliment Kristy on her sweater the other day." she replied. "Not you, too, I hope?" I asked her. "No, don't worry, I won't leave you." She reassured me. "He did call me 'Babe' though." I said. There was silence, then an eruption of giggles. "He did?" she asked, still giggling like mad. "That's not the point though, the point is, is that I want revenge. If this is the game she wants to play, fine, I'll play. But I play rough, she needs to know that, but don't worry, she will. The hard way."