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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:
Fir3CatL0v3r-Spot? A boy? What would make you thin that? Maybe because THAT WAS MY PLAN!!!
Jackey Higgins- that was pretty long for a short review. Anyways, everyone is someone's fetish huh? Interesting, very interesting...a little creepy though...
(Still Thursday)
Racetrack's PoV
"Catherine? Would you say we're a close family?"
She looked up from her notes and furrowed her brow. "Anthony, are you serious?"
I nodded meekly.
"Maybe you should be asking yourself that. Would you have run away if we were?" she asked, making a good point. Unfortunately, it was one I'd already considered.
"Would I have run to you if we weren't?"
Now Catherine was in the same confused state as I was. She bit her lip and ran her hand through her hair.
"I think........." she struggled to begin, "I think that 'we' as in you and I, are close. But collectively, as a family, we've got a pretty weak foundation."
"What are you majoring in again?"
"Engineering," she said quite simply, "why?"
I laughed, "You'd make a damn good psychologist."
She looked flattered before turning serious again. "Have you called Mom and Dad yet?"
"Have they called me? I danced around the question.
"Anthony! That's irrelevant! What do you care if they call?"
"It would prove that they know I'm missing. So far I don't think they've noticed. They haven't called you. They should have done that in the least."
Catherine raised her eyebrows. "You don't think they care? Fine, I'll call them."
She picked up the phone and dialled rapidly.
"Hello? Mom?.........yeah, it's Catherine.........nice to hear your voice too.........so, how are you?.........and Dad?.........and Anthony?"
I couldn't help but flinch when I noticed Catherine's face falling after my name was mentioned.
"Um.........yeah, I was—I was just calling to check in." Catherine's voice cracked. I felt terrible. I had a strong urge to hang up the phone on my mom. Why would she lie to Catherine like that? I knew she didn't really just miss that fact that I was gone. They're not so terribly neglectful.
Catherine hung up the phone and looked at me with hallow eyes. "She said you were 'fine'. Said you were out at riding lessons, just like you're doing every Thursday from now on. It's your second week, she said."
"And what about Michael? Did she mention Michael?"
"She didn't say his name once."
So I had been right and Catherine had been wrong. They hadn't missed me. The triumph was only lacking the feeling of victory.
David's PoV
Sandbags. I'm really starting to hate sandbags. The stage must have two hundred plus, sandbags. And I'm not over exaggerating.
Behind me Jack is glazing the finished set. To my right Oscar and Morris are testing the lighting by shining it into the audience members' eyes. One guy is on the floor.
I throw a ball of paper I Oscar's direction and it hits him in the head. He turns around and blinks dumbly. I look away quickly—better not to give myself away before I have to. Delay my ass whooping.
"What's the big idea Jacobs?" shouts Oscar, interrupting the rehearsal.
"Mr Delancy! Do you mind not shouting out during practice?" she glared at Oscar, and he stormed towards me as soon as she turned away.
"Jacobs," he whispered menacingly, "watch your back. Don't go treading on anyone's shoes. Be careful who you mess with."
"Yeah,' laughed Morris stupidly, "be careful."
"It's so nice that you two share a brain," I mumbled, and immediately regretted it. They turned on me.
"Leave him alone Oscar."
"And what if I don't Sullivan?" Oscar spat the words.
"Let's just hope it doesn't come to that." Jack looked up from his set.
What's wrong with this picture? Oh yeah, Jack is the one standing up for me. And I'm the one who hates him. And I like my sister. Things are as messed up as they could possibly be.
((Did you like it? David's all like: 'everything's upside down' and Jack's all: 'I'm confused,' and Race said: 'I don't like our family. We don't love each other." I introduce, the chapter in a nutshell. Ta da! R&R please!))
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:
Fir3CatL0v3r-Spot? A boy? What would make you thin that? Maybe because THAT WAS MY PLAN!!!
Jackey Higgins- that was pretty long for a short review. Anyways, everyone is someone's fetish huh? Interesting, very interesting...a little creepy though...
(Still Thursday)
Racetrack's PoV
"Catherine? Would you say we're a close family?"
She looked up from her notes and furrowed her brow. "Anthony, are you serious?"
I nodded meekly.
"Maybe you should be asking yourself that. Would you have run away if we were?" she asked, making a good point. Unfortunately, it was one I'd already considered.
"Would I have run to you if we weren't?"
Now Catherine was in the same confused state as I was. She bit her lip and ran her hand through her hair.
"I think........." she struggled to begin, "I think that 'we' as in you and I, are close. But collectively, as a family, we've got a pretty weak foundation."
"What are you majoring in again?"
"Engineering," she said quite simply, "why?"
I laughed, "You'd make a damn good psychologist."
She looked flattered before turning serious again. "Have you called Mom and Dad yet?"
"Have they called me? I danced around the question.
"Anthony! That's irrelevant! What do you care if they call?"
"It would prove that they know I'm missing. So far I don't think they've noticed. They haven't called you. They should have done that in the least."
Catherine raised her eyebrows. "You don't think they care? Fine, I'll call them."
She picked up the phone and dialled rapidly.
"Hello? Mom?.........yeah, it's Catherine.........nice to hear your voice too.........so, how are you?.........and Dad?.........and Anthony?"
I couldn't help but flinch when I noticed Catherine's face falling after my name was mentioned.
"Um.........yeah, I was—I was just calling to check in." Catherine's voice cracked. I felt terrible. I had a strong urge to hang up the phone on my mom. Why would she lie to Catherine like that? I knew she didn't really just miss that fact that I was gone. They're not so terribly neglectful.
Catherine hung up the phone and looked at me with hallow eyes. "She said you were 'fine'. Said you were out at riding lessons, just like you're doing every Thursday from now on. It's your second week, she said."
"And what about Michael? Did she mention Michael?"
"She didn't say his name once."
So I had been right and Catherine had been wrong. They hadn't missed me. The triumph was only lacking the feeling of victory.
David's PoV
Sandbags. I'm really starting to hate sandbags. The stage must have two hundred plus, sandbags. And I'm not over exaggerating.
Behind me Jack is glazing the finished set. To my right Oscar and Morris are testing the lighting by shining it into the audience members' eyes. One guy is on the floor.
I throw a ball of paper I Oscar's direction and it hits him in the head. He turns around and blinks dumbly. I look away quickly—better not to give myself away before I have to. Delay my ass whooping.
"What's the big idea Jacobs?" shouts Oscar, interrupting the rehearsal.
"Mr Delancy! Do you mind not shouting out during practice?" she glared at Oscar, and he stormed towards me as soon as she turned away.
"Jacobs," he whispered menacingly, "watch your back. Don't go treading on anyone's shoes. Be careful who you mess with."
"Yeah,' laughed Morris stupidly, "be careful."
"It's so nice that you two share a brain," I mumbled, and immediately regretted it. They turned on me.
"Leave him alone Oscar."
"And what if I don't Sullivan?" Oscar spat the words.
"Let's just hope it doesn't come to that." Jack looked up from his set.
What's wrong with this picture? Oh yeah, Jack is the one standing up for me. And I'm the one who hates him. And I like my sister. Things are as messed up as they could possibly be.
((Did you like it? David's all like: 'everything's upside down' and Jack's all: 'I'm confused,' and Race said: 'I don't like our family. We don't love each other." I introduce, the chapter in a nutshell. Ta da! R&R please!))