Title- Trying to Adjust
Chapter Title- Calling
Chapter Number- 15
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I stood near the back door, trying to listen to what Terry and Jim could be talking about.
"Isn't she an angel, Jim?" Terry asked.
"Yeah," Jim answered. It didn't sound sarcastic. It was a plain, old, 'yeah'.
"I found out where she used to live before. Jim, she can't go back to that place. Can't you talk the judge into something?" Terry asked. Wait, I liked these people and all, but I liked my old home.
"Terry, that isn't fair. Besides, what do you think a judge is going to do? Let her live with her brother on one low income in that neighborhood? I make more than he will ever in his life and we live in a better neighborhood."
"Yeah, I know, but it would be like insurance," Terry said.
"Terry, no, I will not pay off the judge. Let her poor brother at least stand a chance. Oh, that Harrington guy called. He needs you to call him back about something." I hoped it wasn't about me. I hoped they didn't want me staying there forever. I wouldn't do it. I went into the living room and turned on the television. I figured Terry would be coming in to call Mr. Harrington and I didn't want to be caught listening. Terry walked in and sat on the couch next to me. She reached over to the end table and picked up the telephone. She slid her finger into the hole and span the dial around.
"Hello, this is Mrs. Whitfield, is Mr. Harrington there? Oh, hello, Mr. Harrington. Yes, Jim said you called. Well, that does sound interesting. I will have to talk to Jim about that." Terry brought the phone down and covered the part that you speak into with her hand. "Elizabeth, be a dear and get Jim for me." I did as I was told. Terry and Jim started to talk about things and there was a lot of agreeing. "Mr. Harrington, we would be delighted," she said finally. I gulped; I hoped it wasn't about me.
"Hey Liz," Jim said picking me up. "You're going to have somebody to play with."
"Jim, she won't. This girl is sixteen. I'm pretty sure she won't be playing with somebody ten years younger than her."
"That's true. Well, you can annoy her."
"I don't want a sister! I don't want a new school! I don't want a new home! I want my own brother, in my old home with my old school!" I shouted. Jim set me down and I ran into my room. Wait, not my room, the room I was staying in. I slammed the door and slid under the bed and started to cry.
"Elizabeth, baby, we didn't mean to upset you. We thought you'd be excited," Terry called. "Elizabeth, come on out, it's time for dinner."
"No," I shouted to her. "I'm not coming out! I want my brother! I want Two-Bit!" I shrieked. "I want Darry, and Pony, and Soda and heck, even Steve! I wanna go home! I don't wanna be here!" I yelled. I'd rather have Steve bothering me than be at this house.
"Would you like to call your brother?" Jim asked. That sounded nice. I crawled out from underneath the bed. I opened the door and looked up at him.
"That'd be nice," I said. He smiled.
"Well, you know where the phone is. Do you know your home phone number?" he asked me. I nodded. I ran into the living room and dialed the phone number. It rang twice and somebody picked up.
'Hello," Two-bit said.
"Two-Bit, it's me, Lizzy. Come pick me up, please?" I asked him.
"Liz, I can't pick you up. You need to stay there," he told me.
"I don' wanna," I whined, with tears starting to form in my eyes.
"Don't cry on me," he said.
"I'm not gonna cry," I said, using my free hand to brush away the tears. "They're gettin' another kid and she's gonna be older than me," I told Two-Bit.
"Is this bothering you?" he asked.
"Uh-huh, 'cause I'm afraid she'll try to replace you," I whined.
"Nobody will replace me. I'll be at the DX every Saturday around 2 if you ever wanna see me. You can have that lady drive you there. I'm sure she has the money to spare for gas," he said.
"Yeah, I guess so. I love you," I told him.
"I love you too, Liz, good bye," he said. I heard the phone get disconnected. I put the phone down and I walked into the kitchen. My food was already cut up and everything. There was a Pepsi bottle next to my plate.
"I hope you like Pepsi," Terry said. I nodded.
"So, Terry what do we know about this girl?" Jim asked.
"She comes from an abusive home that is filled with drugs and alcohol, her family has money. Her name is Caroline. She's sixteen, and she already went to this school. We'll be able to adopt her right away if we want."
"When is she coming?" I asked Terry, sticking a green bean in my mashed potato.
"Later tonight or tomorrow morning. I'm not sure. But you need to be on your best behavior because Mr. Harrington will be here again," she warned. And that's when I thought of an idea.
Yes, I have a thing with green beans in mashed potatoes. (Winnie does it in 'Dealing with It' once. I think it's the chapter Ronnie introduces Josh to her parents.) So drop a review and tell me what you think