A.N.: Hey again y'all! Just so you know, the chapters will probably be on
the short side for awhile, until I really get into the story. I know what I
wanna do with it, but it'll take me a bit to get there. Well, here's
another chapter just to try & trigger your interest. Enjoy!
Brad's view
I knew I shouldn't give into her like I just had, but I could never seem to resist that innocent look she liked to pull. We both know she's anything but innocent when it comes to trouble, but, hey, she's only seven, so what do you expect? Well, actually, my Mom expects quite a lot. She'd be quite peeved if she knew Lenore's the reason we came here; speaking of which, Mark better not squeal on us again this time. You see, she hates Lenore for some unknown reason. Personally, I think it's the fact that she's living out on the streets on her own, with no family whatsoever. Mom never liked her since she laid eyes on her way back when Randy was eleven months old (already walking & talking.too smart for his own good, if you ask me), and I was almost three. It was a hot August day when Lenore bumped into us, begging for water. Luckily Dad took pity on her and bought her a bottle of water, plus a candy bar because she looked mighty hungry. Sure Mom had scowled at him, and I couldn't understand why, because she was always telling us to help those less fortunate, and Lenore was definitely less fortunate. Her and Randy seemed to hit it off big time, and soon she was hanging around us whenever we went to the park. Soon enough though, she began coming over and hanging around our house. While Mom hated it, Dad was ecstatic because he now had another little car freak to educate. I honestly think Mom was jealous of all the time the two of them spent in the garage working on car after car. Lenore though, seemed pretty happy, with made me happy, because I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy (I still do).
Anyway, sorry about the whole blast to the past thing. I'll take you back to the present time now, where there's no parents around, just us kids.
"Lenore! Randy! Stop picking on Mark!" I said. "Unless, of course, you want him to go home and tattle to Mom."
"I wouldn't!" Mark insisted, pouting. "I just wanna play too."
"C'mon Mark," I sighed. "I'll push you on the swings."
He grabbed my hand, and I led him over to the swings, where I stuck him on one and began to push. I watched both Lenore and Randy while I did this, my big brother instincts kicking in majorly for some reason.
"Higher! Higher!" Mark cried. "Higher!"
I pushed him a bit higher, but not much, for I know he tends to get motion sickness at times. Suddenly, Lenore, who was hanging upside down, fell off the jungle gym, landing pretty hard on her right arm.
I quickly ran over to her, while Randy jumped down from his spot, leaving Mark still swinging in the swing.
"Lenore, are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Uh-oh," I thought. "Not good. She never cries unless she's a very good reason to."
"Is it broken?" Randy questioned.
"Um.I dunno," I answered. "I think we'd best go get Dad, so he can take her to the Hospital to get in checked out."
Lenore stood up then. "Nuh-uh," she said shaking her head. "I'm fine. See?"
She then tried to move her wrist, but ended up grimacing in pain instead.
"Baby Doll, you're hurt," I told her. "I know you hate Hospitals, but you really need to get your arm checked."
She whimpered then, so I carefully picked her up, be careful not to hurt her arm.
"Randy, grab Mark," I ordered. "If we're lucky, Dad will be the only one home."
A.N.: Well, hope y'all liked it. Adios! Plz R & R! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!
Brad's view
I knew I shouldn't give into her like I just had, but I could never seem to resist that innocent look she liked to pull. We both know she's anything but innocent when it comes to trouble, but, hey, she's only seven, so what do you expect? Well, actually, my Mom expects quite a lot. She'd be quite peeved if she knew Lenore's the reason we came here; speaking of which, Mark better not squeal on us again this time. You see, she hates Lenore for some unknown reason. Personally, I think it's the fact that she's living out on the streets on her own, with no family whatsoever. Mom never liked her since she laid eyes on her way back when Randy was eleven months old (already walking & talking.too smart for his own good, if you ask me), and I was almost three. It was a hot August day when Lenore bumped into us, begging for water. Luckily Dad took pity on her and bought her a bottle of water, plus a candy bar because she looked mighty hungry. Sure Mom had scowled at him, and I couldn't understand why, because she was always telling us to help those less fortunate, and Lenore was definitely less fortunate. Her and Randy seemed to hit it off big time, and soon she was hanging around us whenever we went to the park. Soon enough though, she began coming over and hanging around our house. While Mom hated it, Dad was ecstatic because he now had another little car freak to educate. I honestly think Mom was jealous of all the time the two of them spent in the garage working on car after car. Lenore though, seemed pretty happy, with made me happy, because I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy (I still do).
Anyway, sorry about the whole blast to the past thing. I'll take you back to the present time now, where there's no parents around, just us kids.
"Lenore! Randy! Stop picking on Mark!" I said. "Unless, of course, you want him to go home and tattle to Mom."
"I wouldn't!" Mark insisted, pouting. "I just wanna play too."
"C'mon Mark," I sighed. "I'll push you on the swings."
He grabbed my hand, and I led him over to the swings, where I stuck him on one and began to push. I watched both Lenore and Randy while I did this, my big brother instincts kicking in majorly for some reason.
"Higher! Higher!" Mark cried. "Higher!"
I pushed him a bit higher, but not much, for I know he tends to get motion sickness at times. Suddenly, Lenore, who was hanging upside down, fell off the jungle gym, landing pretty hard on her right arm.
I quickly ran over to her, while Randy jumped down from his spot, leaving Mark still swinging in the swing.
"Lenore, are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Uh-oh," I thought. "Not good. She never cries unless she's a very good reason to."
"Is it broken?" Randy questioned.
"Um.I dunno," I answered. "I think we'd best go get Dad, so he can take her to the Hospital to get in checked out."
Lenore stood up then. "Nuh-uh," she said shaking her head. "I'm fine. See?"
She then tried to move her wrist, but ended up grimacing in pain instead.
"Baby Doll, you're hurt," I told her. "I know you hate Hospitals, but you really need to get your arm checked."
She whimpered then, so I carefully picked her up, be careful not to hurt her arm.
"Randy, grab Mark," I ordered. "If we're lucky, Dad will be the only one home."
A.N.: Well, hope y'all liked it. Adios! Plz R & R! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!