Yay! Eveyone thank you soooo much for those reviews!! Please read this chapter and tell me what you think
Darthroden: thanks alot! this is a parody of the black and white version. there's another one?? I didn't know that...
Everyone here's a picture I made and colored on my computer of the 'cover'!!! It took me so long! enjoy ((copy paste)) h t t p : w w w . a n g e l f i r e . c o m / m o o n / p i t a k i / b a d s e e d . J P G (with not spaces, and add an underscore between 'bad' 'seed' if you're having problems, e-mail me, because i worked really hard on that picure
Lila's father and his guests, ((Clara and the other aparment residents people) were eating a fancy brunch and simply chatting away about weather, politics, and etc. They finished eating and decided then to sit comfortably in the couches, loveseats, and chairs. Lila's father, Paul, excused himself to get himself another drink.
It was at that moment that one of the guests, Mr. Sheffield, reached up and tuned the radio on to a weather channel.
"Tommorrow expect an overcast with maybe a 50-50 percent chance of rain. The highs for tommorrow are...what?...oh..i see...excuse me...oh, how terrible...oh..." Paul and his guests looked up, surprised and curious about the interuption of it. The news reporter came back on the air.
"Ladies and gentleman, it discourages me to interrupt this weather report to announce there was to be a school picnic down by the riverfront park, and there was a fatal accident. One of the students has drowned in the river, but the name cannot be revealed until the parents are first notified..." he finished.
Paul's face went white as his glass fell to ground, causing a loud shatter. Clara ran over to him. She knew what he was thinking.
"It was most certainly not Lila! Lila is too smart to go anywhere near the river without an adults supervision, let alone get herself killed!" Clara said quickly. Paul wanted to believe it, but there was still some doubt that lingered in his mind.
"Oh dear..." he started, nervously wringing his napkin. The news reporter spoke again.
"The drowning concerning the P.S 118 Elementary school has been revealed. Phoebe Hyerdahl was drowned in the river at approxemetly..." he continued.
Paul sighed with relief. "That poor child, how her parents must feel..." he said aloud, then he realized that the students would probably be sent home a.s.a.p. He didn't know what to say to her when she arrived, and she was probably scared to death about the fatal event.
"But..I don't know what to say to her! She hasn't experienced any death in the family, nor have I until I was much much older..." Paul started.
"I'm sorry Paul, but that's something you're going to have to do on your own," Clara said. Paul nodded in agreement. He glanced out the window, and saw a white bus stop in front of the building with a thick navy blue pinstripe running across it, and text on it reading "Hillwood Elementrary Schools."
Seconds later, Lila walked into the room. Paul rushed to her.
"Honey, are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah daddy, I'm alright. Phoebe Hyerdahl drowned, so we had to go home early and didn't get a chance to eat lunch. Most of the students were crying though." Lila explained. Paul leaned over to hug his daughter.
"Honey, I'm sorry that happened. I just feel bad for her parents," Paul said.
"Yes, me too. Me and Phoebe were always the best of friends and we always did everything together. It's a shame lunch was cancelled...So can I have a peanut butter sandwich?" Lila asked quickly, as if what had happened at the school picnic was nothing more then another classmate scraping a knee.
Her father was taken by surprise at how well she was taking this, or the fact that she didn't care. But it must have pained her horribly, he thought. After all, she was a very sensitive girl and she had just said that she was very good friends with the girl who died.
Paul led her to the couch and they both sat, his hands clutching hers.
"Lila, honey, did you...see Phoebe? I mean before she died?" Paul asked.
"Well...they pulled her from the water and then they put her on the lawn and worked and worked to get her breathing again, but nothing worked. She was all blue, then they put her on the stretcher and pulled a blanket over her entire body." Lila said casually. Her father frowned.
"Well honey, I want you to get all of these horrible images RIGHT OUT of your mind and I don't want you to worry, or be frightened one little bit!" Paul said in a worried tone.
"But daddy! I wasn't frightened at all! In fact, I think it was rather exciting!" Lila said with an awkward smile, which kinda freaked Paul out. Well, he thought. I guess it's better then her being frightened or possibly traumatized like some other children must have been...
"Daddy? May I have a peanut butter sandwich and some cookies now?" Lila asked again. He nodded, then walked to the kitchen to make her an early-lunch. He came back minutes later with a small plate with a sandwich on it and small cookies with a tall glass of milk. Lila picked up the glass of milk and drunk nearly half of it in one gulp.
"Daddy? Can I go outside? I'd like to eat my sandwich and rollar-skate out side. It's such a lovely day!" Lila exclaimed as she bit into her sandwich.
"Yes, I suppose," Lila's father said, glad that she was taking her mind off things. Lila left her meal on the coffee table and skipped up to her room to retreive her rollar blades. It was at that moment that the housekeeper, whom everyone refered to as 'Ceaser' stopped in the door frame of her room, carrying a pitchfork. He was a weird man in his middle ages and had a slight stutter in his voice. It also seemed that one of his eyes was crooked. He always kept to himself though.
"We didn't HAVE school picnics when I was a boy..." he grumbled. Lila stalked out of the room with her nose in the air.
"I don't care what you had or didn't have," she snapped. Ceaser scowled at her in disgust as he watched her skip downstairs again with her rollar skates in her hand.
Lila quickly finished her cookies and milk, then tied on her rollor blades and scooped up her half eaten sandwich, then carefully made her way outside, down her front stoop from the apartments and onto the sidewalk. Ceaser was trimming the roses. He frowned.
"How can you go out skating when your little classmate has done been drowned?? Seems to me you'd be crying your little eyes out! Either that or burning a candle down at the church!!" Ceaser said in his naturally eerie and quick voice. Lila again turned up her nose.
"It's none of my affair. It was Phoebe Hyerdahl that drowned, not me," Lila said in her snobbyist voice before she stood up and started rollarblading down the street.
"I've seen mean girls in all my life, but that girl is the meanest one yet," Ceaser grumbled to himself. "That snot-nose thinks she's got everyone fooled, because she fools everyone with that sweet smile..."
Ceaser snorted and wiped his nose with his gloved wrist. Then an eerie smile came onto his face. "That little Miss Lila is a smart one, almost as smart as me. She'd better watch her step...or it's the funny farm for her..."
It was near 2:30 and the front doorbell rang and Paul stood up to answer it. It was Miss Slovak.
"Yes?" Paul asked.
"May I come in? I need to discuss some serious matters," Miss Slovak insisted. Paul was taken by surprise and confusion, but let her in nontheless. He offered her a seat as he sat down.
"Mr. Sawyer, as you may have heard, there was a school drowning today during the school picnic," she started. Paul nodded.
"Yes, I know that. Poor child..." he said.
"Well I don't know what the child was doing by the dock, since it was off limits to all students. I understand that Phoebe Hyerdahl's body was found behind the supply shed in the water. Meaning that if she was playing there for some reason or another, a lifeguard would not been able too see her. He only saw one child walk towards-" she was cut off when Lila entered the room with a book in her hand.
"Hello daddy. Hel-lo Miss Slovak," Lila gave her a courtsey. Lila gave her a fake greeting, so Miss Slovak gave her a fake smile.
"May I go outside on the gazebo and read my book?" Lila asked sweetly. Paul nodded, then Lila walked out of the room towards the front door.
"Anyway, what I was saying, was that the only girl that was seen on the dock was a girl in pigtails and a dress," Miss Slovak ended. Paul knew what she was implying.
"Well surely it must have been another student..." he started.
"Nonsense. Lila was the only one wearing a dress that day. The lifeguard told me he saw her running towards there, but he dissmissed it when she left towards the students," Miss Slovak stated. Paul's jaw dropped.
"Miss Slovak! If you're implying that my only daughter Lila had something to do with the drowning of the other student then you're absolutly mad!" Paul fumed. Miss Slovak showed a face of surprise.
"Why certainly not! I am not implying anything! I just thought maybe Lila might have seen something that might give us more clues," Miss Slovak reasoned. Paul calmed down.
"Clues? For what?" he asked. Miss Slovak hesitated.
"Well...when we found the student's body..there...were bruises on her wrists and on her head. Also, the badge wasn't with her either, which if kind of hard to believe since I witnessed her mother pinned it on her sweater." Miss Slovak said. "I realize she's out right now, but please. Give me a call when she gets back."
"When Lila gets back, I suppose I could ask her..." Paul said. Miss Slovak thanked him and left without another word. As if by cue, Miss Vitello enetered the room. She had on a fancy coat, hat, and was wearing gloves.
"Hello Paul. I'm going to town right now, and thought while I'm out, I might as well get the gem changed ," Miss Vitello offered.
"Oh! Yes, of course. She keeps her valuable things in her jewelry box," he said, then made his way upstairs then to her room. He opened her jewelry box and searched for the necklace.
He found it in the first drawer. As he reached to close the jewelry box, he noticed some of the lining was disturbed. He lifted it up and discovered a small gold medalion with a red white and blue ribbon. The medallion read "Student of the Year."
Paul froze in shock. It felt as if a sharp pang of terror had just hit him. He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the gold medal before he realized that Miss vitello was waiting downstairs. He carefully tucked the medal in his pocket then walked downstairs, still shaken, to give the necklace to Miss Vitello.
After she left, Paul stormed up towards his room, then he heard the front door open.
"Daddy, I'm back!" he heard his daughter call. Paul yelled for Lila to see him upstairs.
"What is it daddy?" Lila asked innocently. Paul frowned. He held up the award, and Lila's face became frightened.
"What is this doing in the lining of your jewelry box??" he demanded. Lila frowned.
"I didn't want to tell you or Miss Slovak because I knew she'd think bad things about me!" she said, her voice cracking as if about to cry.
"What is this doing in your room?" he repeated. Lila's shoulders slumped as she sat down on her bed.
"The award was mine, daddy! Ever-so-mine! It really was! But I didn't do the horrible things you're thinking that I did!" Lila said, her hot tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Then what is this doing in your room?!" Paul thundered, loosing all patience as he slammed the medal on her small vanity table.
"Phoebe knew how much I wanted that award! The whole class knew! I asked her if I could wear it just for an hour to pretend that I won it myself!" Lila started. She wiped her pathetic face with the back of her hand as she continued. "Phoebe let me wear it, but when the hour was up, she wanted it back! I asked her for me to wear it for just ten more minutes, but she wouldn't let me!! Then she started chasing me and then the whole class joined in and we all started playing tag! But that's the last time I saw her!" Lila finished, still crying.
Paul wanted to believe her, but he still had a little bit of doubt. He hurried to the telephone.
"So you lied to Miss Slovak then! I'm calling her this instant!" Paul walked quickly down the stairs, Lila following closely behind him.
"But not to you, daddy! Not to you!!" Lila's eyes again watered and she began to whine. Paul picked up the telephone anyway, ignoring Lila's desperate pleas. The telephone rang and rang, but no one answered the telephone. Paul hung up.
"Honey, I hope you know what we're dealing with. I spoke with Phoebe's mother today. She was very sad," Paul said to Lila.
"I know daddy. I'm just frightened too, and I do feel sort of bad for Mrs. Hyerdahl. I mean...if she want's a little girl that bad, why doesn't she just adopt a little girl?" Lila said with a small smirk. Paul pulled away from his daughter.
"Lila!! What a horrible thing to say!! Don't speak with me! We have nothing to say to each other!!" Paul told her sharply before he stormed out the room more confused then ever. Lila casualy shrugged, then walked upstairs to her bed, where she took off her shoes that had a thin peice of metal on the bottom of them to make them last longer. She carefully placed them under her bed while she ran her finger across the gold medal that should have been hers.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! how;d you like this chapter??!
Darthroden: thanks alot! this is a parody of the black and white version. there's another one?? I didn't know that...
Everyone here's a picture I made and colored on my computer of the 'cover'!!! It took me so long! enjoy ((copy paste)) h t t p : w w w . a n g e l f i r e . c o m / m o o n / p i t a k i / b a d s e e d . J P G (with not spaces, and add an underscore between 'bad' 'seed' if you're having problems, e-mail me, because i worked really hard on that picure
Lila's father and his guests, ((Clara and the other aparment residents people) were eating a fancy brunch and simply chatting away about weather, politics, and etc. They finished eating and decided then to sit comfortably in the couches, loveseats, and chairs. Lila's father, Paul, excused himself to get himself another drink.
It was at that moment that one of the guests, Mr. Sheffield, reached up and tuned the radio on to a weather channel.
"Tommorrow expect an overcast with maybe a 50-50 percent chance of rain. The highs for tommorrow are...what?...oh..i see...excuse me...oh, how terrible...oh..." Paul and his guests looked up, surprised and curious about the interuption of it. The news reporter came back on the air.
"Ladies and gentleman, it discourages me to interrupt this weather report to announce there was to be a school picnic down by the riverfront park, and there was a fatal accident. One of the students has drowned in the river, but the name cannot be revealed until the parents are first notified..." he finished.
Paul's face went white as his glass fell to ground, causing a loud shatter. Clara ran over to him. She knew what he was thinking.
"It was most certainly not Lila! Lila is too smart to go anywhere near the river without an adults supervision, let alone get herself killed!" Clara said quickly. Paul wanted to believe it, but there was still some doubt that lingered in his mind.
"Oh dear..." he started, nervously wringing his napkin. The news reporter spoke again.
"The drowning concerning the P.S 118 Elementary school has been revealed. Phoebe Hyerdahl was drowned in the river at approxemetly..." he continued.
Paul sighed with relief. "That poor child, how her parents must feel..." he said aloud, then he realized that the students would probably be sent home a.s.a.p. He didn't know what to say to her when she arrived, and she was probably scared to death about the fatal event.
"But..I don't know what to say to her! She hasn't experienced any death in the family, nor have I until I was much much older..." Paul started.
"I'm sorry Paul, but that's something you're going to have to do on your own," Clara said. Paul nodded in agreement. He glanced out the window, and saw a white bus stop in front of the building with a thick navy blue pinstripe running across it, and text on it reading "Hillwood Elementrary Schools."
Seconds later, Lila walked into the room. Paul rushed to her.
"Honey, are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah daddy, I'm alright. Phoebe Hyerdahl drowned, so we had to go home early and didn't get a chance to eat lunch. Most of the students were crying though." Lila explained. Paul leaned over to hug his daughter.
"Honey, I'm sorry that happened. I just feel bad for her parents," Paul said.
"Yes, me too. Me and Phoebe were always the best of friends and we always did everything together. It's a shame lunch was cancelled...So can I have a peanut butter sandwich?" Lila asked quickly, as if what had happened at the school picnic was nothing more then another classmate scraping a knee.
Her father was taken by surprise at how well she was taking this, or the fact that she didn't care. But it must have pained her horribly, he thought. After all, she was a very sensitive girl and she had just said that she was very good friends with the girl who died.
Paul led her to the couch and they both sat, his hands clutching hers.
"Lila, honey, did you...see Phoebe? I mean before she died?" Paul asked.
"Well...they pulled her from the water and then they put her on the lawn and worked and worked to get her breathing again, but nothing worked. She was all blue, then they put her on the stretcher and pulled a blanket over her entire body." Lila said casually. Her father frowned.
"Well honey, I want you to get all of these horrible images RIGHT OUT of your mind and I don't want you to worry, or be frightened one little bit!" Paul said in a worried tone.
"But daddy! I wasn't frightened at all! In fact, I think it was rather exciting!" Lila said with an awkward smile, which kinda freaked Paul out. Well, he thought. I guess it's better then her being frightened or possibly traumatized like some other children must have been...
"Daddy? May I have a peanut butter sandwich and some cookies now?" Lila asked again. He nodded, then walked to the kitchen to make her an early-lunch. He came back minutes later with a small plate with a sandwich on it and small cookies with a tall glass of milk. Lila picked up the glass of milk and drunk nearly half of it in one gulp.
"Daddy? Can I go outside? I'd like to eat my sandwich and rollar-skate out side. It's such a lovely day!" Lila exclaimed as she bit into her sandwich.
"Yes, I suppose," Lila's father said, glad that she was taking her mind off things. Lila left her meal on the coffee table and skipped up to her room to retreive her rollar blades. It was at that moment that the housekeeper, whom everyone refered to as 'Ceaser' stopped in the door frame of her room, carrying a pitchfork. He was a weird man in his middle ages and had a slight stutter in his voice. It also seemed that one of his eyes was crooked. He always kept to himself though.
"We didn't HAVE school picnics when I was a boy..." he grumbled. Lila stalked out of the room with her nose in the air.
"I don't care what you had or didn't have," she snapped. Ceaser scowled at her in disgust as he watched her skip downstairs again with her rollar skates in her hand.
Lila quickly finished her cookies and milk, then tied on her rollor blades and scooped up her half eaten sandwich, then carefully made her way outside, down her front stoop from the apartments and onto the sidewalk. Ceaser was trimming the roses. He frowned.
"How can you go out skating when your little classmate has done been drowned?? Seems to me you'd be crying your little eyes out! Either that or burning a candle down at the church!!" Ceaser said in his naturally eerie and quick voice. Lila again turned up her nose.
"It's none of my affair. It was Phoebe Hyerdahl that drowned, not me," Lila said in her snobbyist voice before she stood up and started rollarblading down the street.
"I've seen mean girls in all my life, but that girl is the meanest one yet," Ceaser grumbled to himself. "That snot-nose thinks she's got everyone fooled, because she fools everyone with that sweet smile..."
Ceaser snorted and wiped his nose with his gloved wrist. Then an eerie smile came onto his face. "That little Miss Lila is a smart one, almost as smart as me. She'd better watch her step...or it's the funny farm for her..."
It was near 2:30 and the front doorbell rang and Paul stood up to answer it. It was Miss Slovak.
"Yes?" Paul asked.
"May I come in? I need to discuss some serious matters," Miss Slovak insisted. Paul was taken by surprise and confusion, but let her in nontheless. He offered her a seat as he sat down.
"Mr. Sawyer, as you may have heard, there was a school drowning today during the school picnic," she started. Paul nodded.
"Yes, I know that. Poor child..." he said.
"Well I don't know what the child was doing by the dock, since it was off limits to all students. I understand that Phoebe Hyerdahl's body was found behind the supply shed in the water. Meaning that if she was playing there for some reason or another, a lifeguard would not been able too see her. He only saw one child walk towards-" she was cut off when Lila entered the room with a book in her hand.
"Hello daddy. Hel-lo Miss Slovak," Lila gave her a courtsey. Lila gave her a fake greeting, so Miss Slovak gave her a fake smile.
"May I go outside on the gazebo and read my book?" Lila asked sweetly. Paul nodded, then Lila walked out of the room towards the front door.
"Anyway, what I was saying, was that the only girl that was seen on the dock was a girl in pigtails and a dress," Miss Slovak ended. Paul knew what she was implying.
"Well surely it must have been another student..." he started.
"Nonsense. Lila was the only one wearing a dress that day. The lifeguard told me he saw her running towards there, but he dissmissed it when she left towards the students," Miss Slovak stated. Paul's jaw dropped.
"Miss Slovak! If you're implying that my only daughter Lila had something to do with the drowning of the other student then you're absolutly mad!" Paul fumed. Miss Slovak showed a face of surprise.
"Why certainly not! I am not implying anything! I just thought maybe Lila might have seen something that might give us more clues," Miss Slovak reasoned. Paul calmed down.
"Clues? For what?" he asked. Miss Slovak hesitated.
"Well...when we found the student's body..there...were bruises on her wrists and on her head. Also, the badge wasn't with her either, which if kind of hard to believe since I witnessed her mother pinned it on her sweater." Miss Slovak said. "I realize she's out right now, but please. Give me a call when she gets back."
"When Lila gets back, I suppose I could ask her..." Paul said. Miss Slovak thanked him and left without another word. As if by cue, Miss Vitello enetered the room. She had on a fancy coat, hat, and was wearing gloves.
"Hello Paul. I'm going to town right now, and thought while I'm out, I might as well get the gem changed ," Miss Vitello offered.
"Oh! Yes, of course. She keeps her valuable things in her jewelry box," he said, then made his way upstairs then to her room. He opened her jewelry box and searched for the necklace.
He found it in the first drawer. As he reached to close the jewelry box, he noticed some of the lining was disturbed. He lifted it up and discovered a small gold medalion with a red white and blue ribbon. The medallion read "Student of the Year."
Paul froze in shock. It felt as if a sharp pang of terror had just hit him. He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the gold medal before he realized that Miss vitello was waiting downstairs. He carefully tucked the medal in his pocket then walked downstairs, still shaken, to give the necklace to Miss Vitello.
After she left, Paul stormed up towards his room, then he heard the front door open.
"Daddy, I'm back!" he heard his daughter call. Paul yelled for Lila to see him upstairs.
"What is it daddy?" Lila asked innocently. Paul frowned. He held up the award, and Lila's face became frightened.
"What is this doing in the lining of your jewelry box??" he demanded. Lila frowned.
"I didn't want to tell you or Miss Slovak because I knew she'd think bad things about me!" she said, her voice cracking as if about to cry.
"What is this doing in your room?" he repeated. Lila's shoulders slumped as she sat down on her bed.
"The award was mine, daddy! Ever-so-mine! It really was! But I didn't do the horrible things you're thinking that I did!" Lila said, her hot tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Then what is this doing in your room?!" Paul thundered, loosing all patience as he slammed the medal on her small vanity table.
"Phoebe knew how much I wanted that award! The whole class knew! I asked her if I could wear it just for an hour to pretend that I won it myself!" Lila started. She wiped her pathetic face with the back of her hand as she continued. "Phoebe let me wear it, but when the hour was up, she wanted it back! I asked her for me to wear it for just ten more minutes, but she wouldn't let me!! Then she started chasing me and then the whole class joined in and we all started playing tag! But that's the last time I saw her!" Lila finished, still crying.
Paul wanted to believe her, but he still had a little bit of doubt. He hurried to the telephone.
"So you lied to Miss Slovak then! I'm calling her this instant!" Paul walked quickly down the stairs, Lila following closely behind him.
"But not to you, daddy! Not to you!!" Lila's eyes again watered and she began to whine. Paul picked up the telephone anyway, ignoring Lila's desperate pleas. The telephone rang and rang, but no one answered the telephone. Paul hung up.
"Honey, I hope you know what we're dealing with. I spoke with Phoebe's mother today. She was very sad," Paul said to Lila.
"I know daddy. I'm just frightened too, and I do feel sort of bad for Mrs. Hyerdahl. I mean...if she want's a little girl that bad, why doesn't she just adopt a little girl?" Lila said with a small smirk. Paul pulled away from his daughter.
"Lila!! What a horrible thing to say!! Don't speak with me! We have nothing to say to each other!!" Paul told her sharply before he stormed out the room more confused then ever. Lila casualy shrugged, then walked upstairs to her bed, where she took off her shoes that had a thin peice of metal on the bottom of them to make them last longer. She carefully placed them under her bed while she ran her finger across the gold medal that should have been hers.
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