Chapter7
Pippin left me at my door. I smiled and waved to him like a brave girl, then turned and went inside. The door was unlocked now, and it had me wondering if my mother hadn't actually PLANNED to lock me out.
It was a warm morning already, so the first place I headed to was my room. To change. I was about to open the door, when I heard something being knocked over inside. I now threw open the door instead, and there she was, my mother.
She was apparently rummaging through my things to her hearts content, and had knocked over one of my many stacks of books, in her haste.
When the door opened, she let the corner of my mattress fall, and my heart stopped. I mean literally STOPPED. I had hidden my BOOKS under that very same corner.
"What are you doing, mother?" I whispered, furious. My hands were clenched into fists, and I could feel the bite of my nails at my palms.
She straightened, and dusted off her hands. "I will not have you speaking to me in that tone." She said stiffly.
I barely held my tongue. I shrugged stiffly instead. My eyes were busy scanning the floor. I was looking for my books. My valuable, valuable books...
"Where were you?" Mother snapped. Startling me back to the present.
I shrugged again, and in the PERFECT tone replied, "I was locked out. I stayed the night, with a friend." I have to be truthful though, I did add some emphasis on the words 'friend' and 'night', just to thorn her. Two can play her game. She looked at me headstrong, and asked again, "With whom?"
And me, being equally pigheaded, I refused to even shrug this time. I stared at the floor defiantly.
I could hear her grit her teeth. "With WHOM?" She tried again.
I do not know what possessed me, but I replied, "That business is my OWN." I stared her in the eyes.
She glared at me, with a look on her face, of someone that has been cheated eternally in life, took the few steps forward, and slapped me.
She slapped me. I couldn't believe it. I was about to bring my hand up to my face, to ease the sting, but I decided that I would not give HER the satisfaction.
So I stood there, staring at her, for a few seconds before she stormed out of my room, slamming the door in her wake.
As soon as it closed, I collapsed on the floor, and began to search for my books. I found one, far back in the back under my mattress. I found another, under the overturned book pile. The third and final book, 'The Return of the King' I could not find.
I searched, with renewed vigor. I turned over my mattress, ripped off my blankets, tore through my wardrobe, but couldn't find it anywhere.
It was by far the most valuable of the three. It had future marriages, children, and even history in it. And it was gone.
My eyes blurred with tears. She had taken my book. But why? Why the third one, and not any of the others? Why not all of them? I raked my brain, what made her choose that particular book?
But now, before I would do anything else, I had to hide the two I had remaining. They were still precious, and dangerous. I looked around, for a place, to hide them.
Then an idea struck me. Why not hide them in plain view?
In the spur of the moment, I carefully tore off the coverings, and bindings of Tolkien's remaining two. Leaving just bare pages exposed.
Then I stripped two more books of their bindings. I attached the new bindings to The 'Ring' books, and planned to dispose of their old bindings.
The newly stripped books, I put back where I had hid my Tolkein's. Then I put the real copies in the book stacks. I felt relieved. But how was I going to get my other book back? SHE would never give it willingly. I knew that. I needed help. But whom could I trust?
Putting the matter out of mind, for a while, I changed into a light summer dress. Then braided and coiled my hair to get it off my neck. When I was finished, I had no clue what I was supposed to do next.
Just what exactly did hobbits do all day? Well, I didn't know. So I decided to ask that book-stealing witch, my mother, if we needed anything from the market.
I made my way to the kitchen, figuring that was the room she was most likely to be in, and found instead, my father.
He was not what I was expecting. He was tall, graying, and stocky. Not fat, just stocky.
"Good morning...Father?" I tried. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I corrected myself. "I mean Da." He smiled, and nodded. "Um......Where's mother?" I asked.
"Out. Probably at Patricia's. I heard you two arguing. What about?" He asked companionably. Like one that was used to her kind of treatment.
"Uh....uh...Well, I was asking, you know, since we can spare the money, (I guessed) I was asking, if um...maybe I could purchase a different means of...transportation." I stuttered lamely.
But I figured oh well, I did want a horse, I mean pony. And I might as well keep him out of the whole book fiasco, thing. I guess.
"Hmmm." He started. "I don't see why not. You do, do an offal bit of traveling. I suppose you COULD use a mount. That is what you had in mind, isn't it?" He asked with a wink.
My jaw almost dropped. He was a PUSHOVER. I contained my surprise, and said "Oh yes, exactly, Da."
"Well, then. You just take this over to the mayor," he said, scrawling a note on some parchment, "And I'll see what I can do along the lines of a home, for this beast yer buying."
"Thank you, Da!" I squealed. I took the note, and scurried back to my room to get my map. I didn't even know where the mayor lived!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Author: Its short, but sweet. Also, last update for a while. I'm going out of town, SNIFF! And, away from all computers SNIFF! For at least 4 days. While I'm gone, you can all contemplate what she wanted a horse for! And what dear MOTHER will do when she finds out!
BYE! Pippinsgal011890
Pippin left me at my door. I smiled and waved to him like a brave girl, then turned and went inside. The door was unlocked now, and it had me wondering if my mother hadn't actually PLANNED to lock me out.
It was a warm morning already, so the first place I headed to was my room. To change. I was about to open the door, when I heard something being knocked over inside. I now threw open the door instead, and there she was, my mother.
She was apparently rummaging through my things to her hearts content, and had knocked over one of my many stacks of books, in her haste.
When the door opened, she let the corner of my mattress fall, and my heart stopped. I mean literally STOPPED. I had hidden my BOOKS under that very same corner.
"What are you doing, mother?" I whispered, furious. My hands were clenched into fists, and I could feel the bite of my nails at my palms.
She straightened, and dusted off her hands. "I will not have you speaking to me in that tone." She said stiffly.
I barely held my tongue. I shrugged stiffly instead. My eyes were busy scanning the floor. I was looking for my books. My valuable, valuable books...
"Where were you?" Mother snapped. Startling me back to the present.
I shrugged again, and in the PERFECT tone replied, "I was locked out. I stayed the night, with a friend." I have to be truthful though, I did add some emphasis on the words 'friend' and 'night', just to thorn her. Two can play her game. She looked at me headstrong, and asked again, "With whom?"
And me, being equally pigheaded, I refused to even shrug this time. I stared at the floor defiantly.
I could hear her grit her teeth. "With WHOM?" She tried again.
I do not know what possessed me, but I replied, "That business is my OWN." I stared her in the eyes.
She glared at me, with a look on her face, of someone that has been cheated eternally in life, took the few steps forward, and slapped me.
She slapped me. I couldn't believe it. I was about to bring my hand up to my face, to ease the sting, but I decided that I would not give HER the satisfaction.
So I stood there, staring at her, for a few seconds before she stormed out of my room, slamming the door in her wake.
As soon as it closed, I collapsed on the floor, and began to search for my books. I found one, far back in the back under my mattress. I found another, under the overturned book pile. The third and final book, 'The Return of the King' I could not find.
I searched, with renewed vigor. I turned over my mattress, ripped off my blankets, tore through my wardrobe, but couldn't find it anywhere.
It was by far the most valuable of the three. It had future marriages, children, and even history in it. And it was gone.
My eyes blurred with tears. She had taken my book. But why? Why the third one, and not any of the others? Why not all of them? I raked my brain, what made her choose that particular book?
But now, before I would do anything else, I had to hide the two I had remaining. They were still precious, and dangerous. I looked around, for a place, to hide them.
Then an idea struck me. Why not hide them in plain view?
In the spur of the moment, I carefully tore off the coverings, and bindings of Tolkien's remaining two. Leaving just bare pages exposed.
Then I stripped two more books of their bindings. I attached the new bindings to The 'Ring' books, and planned to dispose of their old bindings.
The newly stripped books, I put back where I had hid my Tolkein's. Then I put the real copies in the book stacks. I felt relieved. But how was I going to get my other book back? SHE would never give it willingly. I knew that. I needed help. But whom could I trust?
Putting the matter out of mind, for a while, I changed into a light summer dress. Then braided and coiled my hair to get it off my neck. When I was finished, I had no clue what I was supposed to do next.
Just what exactly did hobbits do all day? Well, I didn't know. So I decided to ask that book-stealing witch, my mother, if we needed anything from the market.
I made my way to the kitchen, figuring that was the room she was most likely to be in, and found instead, my father.
He was not what I was expecting. He was tall, graying, and stocky. Not fat, just stocky.
"Good morning...Father?" I tried. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I corrected myself. "I mean Da." He smiled, and nodded. "Um......Where's mother?" I asked.
"Out. Probably at Patricia's. I heard you two arguing. What about?" He asked companionably. Like one that was used to her kind of treatment.
"Uh....uh...Well, I was asking, you know, since we can spare the money, (I guessed) I was asking, if um...maybe I could purchase a different means of...transportation." I stuttered lamely.
But I figured oh well, I did want a horse, I mean pony. And I might as well keep him out of the whole book fiasco, thing. I guess.
"Hmmm." He started. "I don't see why not. You do, do an offal bit of traveling. I suppose you COULD use a mount. That is what you had in mind, isn't it?" He asked with a wink.
My jaw almost dropped. He was a PUSHOVER. I contained my surprise, and said "Oh yes, exactly, Da."
"Well, then. You just take this over to the mayor," he said, scrawling a note on some parchment, "And I'll see what I can do along the lines of a home, for this beast yer buying."
"Thank you, Da!" I squealed. I took the note, and scurried back to my room to get my map. I didn't even know where the mayor lived!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Author: Its short, but sweet. Also, last update for a while. I'm going out of town, SNIFF! And, away from all computers SNIFF! For at least 4 days. While I'm gone, you can all contemplate what she wanted a horse for! And what dear MOTHER will do when she finds out!
BYE! Pippinsgal011890