Chapter Five- You Don't Answer When I Phone, Guess You Wanna Be Left
Alone, So I'm Sending You My Heart, My Soul, And This Is What I'll Say
~Miranda~
"Miranda, honey, we got another call from your principal." My mother, Marie
"And you were finally here to receive it. Congrats mom." I replied sarcastically.
"Miranda, that is no way to speak to your mother." My father, Fred said as I rolled my eyes.
"Okay . so what are you going to do about it?" I challenged, knowing that I was pushing my luck.
"If something like this happens again . what's it called honey?" Marie asked Fred.
"A referral."
"Yes, thank you . a referral, then we'll be forced to send you to boarding school." I snorted.
"You aren't serious, are you? Do you actually know of a boarding school that would accept me?" I asked, pulling the carton of OJ from the fridge.
"Yes. There are many boarding schools for children like you." Fred replied as I drank from the carton. Marie looked at me, but didn't say anything.
"So, basically, if I voice my opinion to another teacher, which I have the right to do, according to the constitution . what's it called? Freedom of speech, you'll up and send me to an all-girls school because I've become to opinionated, and am not the lemming you wanted me to be."
"Miranda. You know we've taught you better than this." Marie said, astonished that I had said what I had just said.
"Actually, you haven't. You've never been around enough for Erik and I. He is . was the only one in this family who cared enough about me. You two are just . here, just wasting air, wasting my time, but don't worry, as soon as I make it off to college, if I get there, then you'll never have to see me again." I uttered, taking some Potato Chips with me to my room.
"Miranda! We're not through here!" My father yelled as I stopped in my tracks and turned around.
"K. Shoot." I retorted nonchalantly.
"You're grounded!" My father growled as if it were the worst punishment in the world. I shrugged. I never really went anywhere on the weekends anyway, and as long as they had another business trip, or something to keep them out the house, everything would be okay.
"Miranda! Phone!" My mother yelled as I walked into the kitchen.
"I thought I was grounded."
"It's Jacob . calling about the project you missed today, you know the one you missed today." She whispered, trying to make me feel guilty. She'd failed. I picked up the phone, smiled, and hung it up.
"Oops."
"Miranda. Call that boy right back, right now and apologize. That was very rude." She lectured as I gave her a face, but obeyed her rules anyway.
~Jacob~
"Hello?" I said.
"Jacob. I'm sorry I hung up on you." Miranda answered. It sounded to fake, phony . rehearsed. There was no way in hell that she would be apologizing on her own free will.
"Okay. Well, we're behind. When do you want to stay working?"
"I really don't care."
"Oh-kay then . how about tomorrow at six?" I inquired.
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm grounded."
"Honey. This is a school project. Sure you can make it." Mrs. Sanchez yelled out in the background.
"Fine. Where?" Miranda asked in a defeated tone.
"I hadn't thought that far."
"Well, it's not too smart to call someone, set up a study-date, and then not plan out a time." She scolded me. "Mom. I can't make it after all."
"Sure you can. You two can meet here. It's no problem at all." Mrs. Sanchez intervened, and I was thankful.
"We're meeting at my house at six." Miranda told me. Just as I was going to say okay, she hung up on me. Great. I guess this was how things were gonna be.
~Miranda~
"Miranda, honey, we got another call from your principal." My mother, Marie
"And you were finally here to receive it. Congrats mom." I replied sarcastically.
"Miranda, that is no way to speak to your mother." My father, Fred said as I rolled my eyes.
"Okay . so what are you going to do about it?" I challenged, knowing that I was pushing my luck.
"If something like this happens again . what's it called honey?" Marie asked Fred.
"A referral."
"Yes, thank you . a referral, then we'll be forced to send you to boarding school." I snorted.
"You aren't serious, are you? Do you actually know of a boarding school that would accept me?" I asked, pulling the carton of OJ from the fridge.
"Yes. There are many boarding schools for children like you." Fred replied as I drank from the carton. Marie looked at me, but didn't say anything.
"So, basically, if I voice my opinion to another teacher, which I have the right to do, according to the constitution . what's it called? Freedom of speech, you'll up and send me to an all-girls school because I've become to opinionated, and am not the lemming you wanted me to be."
"Miranda. You know we've taught you better than this." Marie said, astonished that I had said what I had just said.
"Actually, you haven't. You've never been around enough for Erik and I. He is . was the only one in this family who cared enough about me. You two are just . here, just wasting air, wasting my time, but don't worry, as soon as I make it off to college, if I get there, then you'll never have to see me again." I uttered, taking some Potato Chips with me to my room.
"Miranda! We're not through here!" My father yelled as I stopped in my tracks and turned around.
"K. Shoot." I retorted nonchalantly.
"You're grounded!" My father growled as if it were the worst punishment in the world. I shrugged. I never really went anywhere on the weekends anyway, and as long as they had another business trip, or something to keep them out the house, everything would be okay.
"Miranda! Phone!" My mother yelled as I walked into the kitchen.
"I thought I was grounded."
"It's Jacob . calling about the project you missed today, you know the one you missed today." She whispered, trying to make me feel guilty. She'd failed. I picked up the phone, smiled, and hung it up.
"Oops."
"Miranda. Call that boy right back, right now and apologize. That was very rude." She lectured as I gave her a face, but obeyed her rules anyway.
~Jacob~
"Hello?" I said.
"Jacob. I'm sorry I hung up on you." Miranda answered. It sounded to fake, phony . rehearsed. There was no way in hell that she would be apologizing on her own free will.
"Okay. Well, we're behind. When do you want to stay working?"
"I really don't care."
"Oh-kay then . how about tomorrow at six?" I inquired.
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm grounded."
"Honey. This is a school project. Sure you can make it." Mrs. Sanchez yelled out in the background.
"Fine. Where?" Miranda asked in a defeated tone.
"I hadn't thought that far."
"Well, it's not too smart to call someone, set up a study-date, and then not plan out a time." She scolded me. "Mom. I can't make it after all."
"Sure you can. You two can meet here. It's no problem at all." Mrs. Sanchez intervened, and I was thankful.
"We're meeting at my house at six." Miranda told me. Just as I was going to say okay, she hung up on me. Great. I guess this was how things were gonna be.