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A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
SpotLover421: Hello, Buckles is doing shoutouts for today, and she would like to say thank you for zee birthday wishes. Er... Buttons is thankful for them. We all know that. But Bumlets can't get along with anyone, can he?
( Still Friday)
~Jack's PoV~
Sarah's weird brother did it again. He told the Delanceys off for 'picking on me'. What a freak, he backs off; he's a little too desperate. Couldn't he just LEAVE ME ALONE?
Sarah and I skipped school again today. We hung out outside Tibby's smoking cigarettes. It's hilarious because her parents never question her because she's got them eating out of the palm of her hand. And I guess I've got them fooled pretty well too.
I don't think they've ever looked at her report card, although we can usually bribe some kid into writing our exams for us.
My father, stepmother, and I live in a really beat-up part of town. My dad has been busted for marijuana possession but I don't think he really cares much about what 'kind of example' he's setting for me. He's never beaten me or anything, but he's like an absentee father. He's never there when I need him. So I hate him, I know I shouldn't say that about my father but it's true, I hate him.
My mom is dead. She had cancer a long time ago. I know I shouldn't smoke because it causes cancer but I'll either give it to my dad from second-hand smoke or I'll die. Either way I benefit.
Someday, when I grow up, I want to leave the big city and move.........somewhere.........anywhere that's not so cramped, not so restricted. Anywhere but here.
If I'm waiting for anything in my life that's it. I don't think anyone has noticed that I'm waiting though.
~Racetrack's PoV~
Itey and Mrs Tadesco were over again today. This time, however, Itey and I walked into the kitchen to find our mothers at the table. With Itey's brother and two sisters. Does this family ever stop growing?
"Anthony!" grinned Mrs Tadesco, "this is Andrea and Isaac, they're twins! And this is Trisha!" she gestured towards her children, a small girl with curly brown, Itey-esque hair, an older girl with very long straight dark brown hair, and a boy about the same age with similar hair only in a page- boy style.
I noticed that Mrs Tadesco's eyebrows weren't any better.
The kids were wearing button-up shirts like Itey had been. I wondered if they were little Korn babies underneath.
That's when Mrs Tadesco's face fell as she looked me over. "Anthony," uh oh, "do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"Um........." I looked at her face, I knew what she wanted to hear, but is that what I wanted to tell her? On the other hand my mother was sitting right there, "actually I—"
"He has two brothers and one sister." Look! It's Mom to the rescue!
Mrs Tadesco was smiling again. She looked around quickly, as if expecting them to pop out of a vase or potted plant. "Where are they?" she blinked.
"Oh," my mother took control, "Anthony is the youngest. His sister went to college just this year. His brothers are off in the working world. Very prominent," working world? I hardly call it work, my oldest brother is a stock broker, so all he has to do is guess, and he sucks at even that. My other brother got fired from a job at a local McDonalds. McDonalds for Gods sake! That's considered prominent? Even if it is he still got fired! I never thought that 'prominent' and 'unemployed' was the same thing but I guess it is to my mother. "I'm so proud of all three of them." WHAT? Three? She has FOUR kids! What about me? I'm standing RIGHT HERE!
"Anthony," she said quite sweetly, "how about you go to your room and play?"
"And let the grown ups talk?" I muttered.
For a split-second she glared at me but regained herself and turned back to the company.
I think she likes to see me squirm. She's like Cruella Devil.
A/n: poor forgotten Racetrack, I wouldn't forget about him. And who would have guessed it, Jack's got a dysfunctional family, that's new (introducing, sarcasm)
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
SpotLover421: Hello, Buckles is doing shoutouts for today, and she would like to say thank you for zee birthday wishes. Er... Buttons is thankful for them. We all know that. But Bumlets can't get along with anyone, can he?
( Still Friday)
~Jack's PoV~
Sarah's weird brother did it again. He told the Delanceys off for 'picking on me'. What a freak, he backs off; he's a little too desperate. Couldn't he just LEAVE ME ALONE?
Sarah and I skipped school again today. We hung out outside Tibby's smoking cigarettes. It's hilarious because her parents never question her because she's got them eating out of the palm of her hand. And I guess I've got them fooled pretty well too.
I don't think they've ever looked at her report card, although we can usually bribe some kid into writing our exams for us.
My father, stepmother, and I live in a really beat-up part of town. My dad has been busted for marijuana possession but I don't think he really cares much about what 'kind of example' he's setting for me. He's never beaten me or anything, but he's like an absentee father. He's never there when I need him. So I hate him, I know I shouldn't say that about my father but it's true, I hate him.
My mom is dead. She had cancer a long time ago. I know I shouldn't smoke because it causes cancer but I'll either give it to my dad from second-hand smoke or I'll die. Either way I benefit.
Someday, when I grow up, I want to leave the big city and move.........somewhere.........anywhere that's not so cramped, not so restricted. Anywhere but here.
If I'm waiting for anything in my life that's it. I don't think anyone has noticed that I'm waiting though.
~Racetrack's PoV~
Itey and Mrs Tadesco were over again today. This time, however, Itey and I walked into the kitchen to find our mothers at the table. With Itey's brother and two sisters. Does this family ever stop growing?
"Anthony!" grinned Mrs Tadesco, "this is Andrea and Isaac, they're twins! And this is Trisha!" she gestured towards her children, a small girl with curly brown, Itey-esque hair, an older girl with very long straight dark brown hair, and a boy about the same age with similar hair only in a page- boy style.
I noticed that Mrs Tadesco's eyebrows weren't any better.
The kids were wearing button-up shirts like Itey had been. I wondered if they were little Korn babies underneath.
That's when Mrs Tadesco's face fell as she looked me over. "Anthony," uh oh, "do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"Um........." I looked at her face, I knew what she wanted to hear, but is that what I wanted to tell her? On the other hand my mother was sitting right there, "actually I—"
"He has two brothers and one sister." Look! It's Mom to the rescue!
Mrs Tadesco was smiling again. She looked around quickly, as if expecting them to pop out of a vase or potted plant. "Where are they?" she blinked.
"Oh," my mother took control, "Anthony is the youngest. His sister went to college just this year. His brothers are off in the working world. Very prominent," working world? I hardly call it work, my oldest brother is a stock broker, so all he has to do is guess, and he sucks at even that. My other brother got fired from a job at a local McDonalds. McDonalds for Gods sake! That's considered prominent? Even if it is he still got fired! I never thought that 'prominent' and 'unemployed' was the same thing but I guess it is to my mother. "I'm so proud of all three of them." WHAT? Three? She has FOUR kids! What about me? I'm standing RIGHT HERE!
"Anthony," she said quite sweetly, "how about you go to your room and play?"
"And let the grown ups talk?" I muttered.
For a split-second she glared at me but regained herself and turned back to the company.
I think she likes to see me squirm. She's like Cruella Devil.
A/n: poor forgotten Racetrack, I wouldn't forget about him. And who would have guessed it, Jack's got a dysfunctional family, that's new (introducing, sarcasm)