Freshmen
I felt some one pull my arm, leading me away.
PoV Abigail Lincoln
O.o This will probably be it for a long while- I'm going to Japan on June 16th, and I'll be gone until August 11th. As sad as it is, there will be no updates while I'm over there. The one rule is no contact with the US. No phone or email. Sorry. I hope no one is to angry, and that you all can wait patiently... . yea, sure. You can email me, and I will answer as soon as I can. I may even sneak on over there... hmmm...
If Lizzie hadn't taken me away, I'd be suspended right now. Unfortunately for Wallabee, they blamed the incident on him. But only because he was there. He didn't argue, instead shrugged and took the undeserved punishment. The system didn't care who did it, as long as they had their pound of flesh. Granted, no one that really knew him believe he did it – because Wallabee Beetles wouldn't hit a girl, or anything that had once been one.
Cree called me later that night, and I chatted with her. She congratulated me on a job well down, but I spent the whole weekend feeling guilty that I'd gotten away with it at a friends expense. Sunday afternoon, I decide an apology was in order. I headed over to the Beetles residence.
The structure was no different from the rest of the buildings on the block, and just as ordinary and dull. No feature set it off from the others, good or bad. No thing difference always came from inside. The Beetles moved here shortly after the firestorm in 2002, and they'd brought the down under with them. Massive photos covered every inch of wall space of the home they'd left behind. The couple times we hung out here, Nigel and I would spend most of the time staring at the gathering of memories.
I knocked on the door, and was greeted by Wallabee's father. The man was crazy, and an idiot, but I think that's way we always thought of him as so cool. He was clueless. The blond man smiled at me. "G'day Abby! Sor' Wallabee's na home now, 'e spends da weekends wi' his mum. Ya can come on 'n if ya likes, 'ogh!"
I as a little surprised at this, but I brushed it off and accepted the man's offer. After all, growing up, he was the only adult who let us eat candy with dinner.
"Ya wanna ice block?"
"Sure." I told him, and he handed me the popsicle.
"Well, Abby, I ain' seen ya aroun' lately. Every'ing A.O.K?"
"Well, no. Abby got in a fight on Friday, and let Wally tack the blame."
He nodded, "I figured som'en like happen' He's been doen' to good lately to slip up 'at bad."
"Sir, why isn't Wally here?"
"SIR?! Sheila, I ain' no sir, an' ya know i'."
I smiled at his outbreak. And he shook his head at me.
"Ya wanna Pav?"
"Uh.., A what?"
He stood up and went to the fridge, "A Pavlova. A Pav."
He set a dish of this creamy stuff in front of me, and I tried it. What da heck, right? As I ate it, because it was really good, he told me a story that I'm ashamed to say, since it concerned my friend, that I didn't even know.
Wallabee's parents split up last summer. They were officially no longer married. As in divorced. Wallabee's mom didn't want to be totally cut off from her son, but she didn't want total responsibility either. So Wallabee stayed with his dad five days a week, and with his mother picked him up Friday after school, and dropped him off Monday morning.
I was also surprised to find out that Wallabee'd been having some problems with his mum's new boyfriend. He'd been trying to 'behave' himself, but this guy musta not thought so as much as everyone else.
I thanked Mr. Beetles for ruining my dinner, and he replied with the usual, 'Any time.'
As I walked home I spotted Lizzie ahead of me. She waved, and came over to walk with me.
"Guess what." She said, in that voice she knew annoyed me.
"What."
"Kuki struck again!"
I looked at her, giving her my best glare. She jumped right to the point.
"Hoagie wants to meet you at RB's. He wants to apologies to you and Wallabee. Kuki dumped him."
-- I'll ask again, for I asked this in a previous story and no one answered, is it Beetles or Beatles? ehh, I have the strangest news clippings in my room... December 5, 2002, headline: RING OF FIRE ENCIRLES SYDNEY article tells how it was feared to be the worst in decades, ladedadeda. If anybody's gotten the opportunity to study the geography and climate of Australia, bushfires are both common and dangerous in the southern area. . I'm such a nerd! It's not my fault, it's my neighbor lady, Mrs. Deckers.... She's the one who got me hooked on the down under. She's Australian, and talks really really fast in a heavy accent, and most' the I can't understand a work she says, but her accent is so cool. Maybe that's way I like Numbuh 4 so much... okay, I'm rambling, so I'm gonna go! See ya all in August!
I felt some one pull my arm, leading me away.
PoV Abigail Lincoln
O.o This will probably be it for a long while- I'm going to Japan on June 16th, and I'll be gone until August 11th. As sad as it is, there will be no updates while I'm over there. The one rule is no contact with the US. No phone or email. Sorry. I hope no one is to angry, and that you all can wait patiently... . yea, sure. You can email me, and I will answer as soon as I can. I may even sneak on over there... hmmm...
If Lizzie hadn't taken me away, I'd be suspended right now. Unfortunately for Wallabee, they blamed the incident on him. But only because he was there. He didn't argue, instead shrugged and took the undeserved punishment. The system didn't care who did it, as long as they had their pound of flesh. Granted, no one that really knew him believe he did it – because Wallabee Beetles wouldn't hit a girl, or anything that had once been one.
Cree called me later that night, and I chatted with her. She congratulated me on a job well down, but I spent the whole weekend feeling guilty that I'd gotten away with it at a friends expense. Sunday afternoon, I decide an apology was in order. I headed over to the Beetles residence.
The structure was no different from the rest of the buildings on the block, and just as ordinary and dull. No feature set it off from the others, good or bad. No thing difference always came from inside. The Beetles moved here shortly after the firestorm in 2002, and they'd brought the down under with them. Massive photos covered every inch of wall space of the home they'd left behind. The couple times we hung out here, Nigel and I would spend most of the time staring at the gathering of memories.
I knocked on the door, and was greeted by Wallabee's father. The man was crazy, and an idiot, but I think that's way we always thought of him as so cool. He was clueless. The blond man smiled at me. "G'day Abby! Sor' Wallabee's na home now, 'e spends da weekends wi' his mum. Ya can come on 'n if ya likes, 'ogh!"
I as a little surprised at this, but I brushed it off and accepted the man's offer. After all, growing up, he was the only adult who let us eat candy with dinner.
"Ya wanna ice block?"
"Sure." I told him, and he handed me the popsicle.
"Well, Abby, I ain' seen ya aroun' lately. Every'ing A.O.K?"
"Well, no. Abby got in a fight on Friday, and let Wally tack the blame."
He nodded, "I figured som'en like happen' He's been doen' to good lately to slip up 'at bad."
"Sir, why isn't Wally here?"
"SIR?! Sheila, I ain' no sir, an' ya know i'."
I smiled at his outbreak. And he shook his head at me.
"Ya wanna Pav?"
"Uh.., A what?"
He stood up and went to the fridge, "A Pavlova. A Pav."
He set a dish of this creamy stuff in front of me, and I tried it. What da heck, right? As I ate it, because it was really good, he told me a story that I'm ashamed to say, since it concerned my friend, that I didn't even know.
Wallabee's parents split up last summer. They were officially no longer married. As in divorced. Wallabee's mom didn't want to be totally cut off from her son, but she didn't want total responsibility either. So Wallabee stayed with his dad five days a week, and with his mother picked him up Friday after school, and dropped him off Monday morning.
I was also surprised to find out that Wallabee'd been having some problems with his mum's new boyfriend. He'd been trying to 'behave' himself, but this guy musta not thought so as much as everyone else.
I thanked Mr. Beetles for ruining my dinner, and he replied with the usual, 'Any time.'
As I walked home I spotted Lizzie ahead of me. She waved, and came over to walk with me.
"Guess what." She said, in that voice she knew annoyed me.
"What."
"Kuki struck again!"
I looked at her, giving her my best glare. She jumped right to the point.
"Hoagie wants to meet you at RB's. He wants to apologies to you and Wallabee. Kuki dumped him."
-- I'll ask again, for I asked this in a previous story and no one answered, is it Beetles or Beatles? ehh, I have the strangest news clippings in my room... December 5, 2002, headline: RING OF FIRE ENCIRLES SYDNEY article tells how it was feared to be the worst in decades, ladedadeda. If anybody's gotten the opportunity to study the geography and climate of Australia, bushfires are both common and dangerous in the southern area. . I'm such a nerd! It's not my fault, it's my neighbor lady, Mrs. Deckers.... She's the one who got me hooked on the down under. She's Australian, and talks really really fast in a heavy accent, and most' the I can't understand a work she says, but her accent is so cool. Maybe that's way I like Numbuh 4 so much... okay, I'm rambling, so I'm gonna go! See ya all in August!