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Chapter Six- Where's Dad?

Tracy and Melanie got on the bus. Chris had baseball practice. The girls sat together and started doing their homework. Their teachers basically assigned the same stuff. The first thing they worked on was math.

"Did you get number four?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah, you just divide, then get the answer, then move the decimal two places for a percent," explained Melanie.

"How the heck do you do that?"

"Easy. The fraction is four over five. So you do five divided into four point zero. You get your answer, point eight, and move the decimal two places,"

"But how do you do five divided into four? It's impossible," said Tracy. As you can tell, Tracy was no good at math.

"That's why I said four point zero," said Melanie. "You move up the decimal and do five divided into forty, which is eight. You put the eight after the decimal, and your answer is point eight,"

"So how do you get the percent?" asked Tracy.

"By moving the decimal over two places,"

"But there's only one place to move it!"

"Which is why you add a zero and end up with eighty percent. Don't you pay attention in class?"

"Well, not really,"

"Ugh! Let's just do Spanish," said Melanie.

"Oh, good, I have some questions on that too," replied Tracy.

"Okay, what do need to know?"

"What, Hola, como estas means. Oh, and Que dia es hoy? And Los dias de la semana,"

"Tracy, that's everything we've learned in Spanish this year, plus the answers to all that. Let's do history,"

"Not too good in history either," said Tracy.

"Okay, science?"

"Nope,"

"English?"

"I get confused with those semi-colons and colons and commas and stuff,"

"Literature?"

"I have no idea what that Rip Van Winkle story is about," said Tracy. (A/N: Rip Van Winkle is a real book that was written way before I was born and therefore can take no credit for.)

"Is there any class you actually pay attention in?" exclaimed Melanie.

"Well, gym. But that's only because I don't want to get hit in the head when we play dodge-ball,"

"Okay, so we won't do homework on the bus," said Melanie.

"But I want to get some of it done,"

"Why don't you ask Dad to help you when we get home?" asked Melanie.

"Because Dad has to bring me to basketball practice when we get home,"

"You realize that you have to keep your grades up in order to stay on the team, right?"

"Yeah. That's why I have you to help me,"

"What if I stopped helping you?"

"I'd beg,"

"You're pathetic,"

"Not all the time," retorted Tracy. Melanie rolled her eyes. The bus finally pulled in front of their house.

"About time," sighed Melanie. She and Tracy got off and walked to front door. The bus drove away once Melanie opened the door.

But, when the girls got inside, no one was there.

"Dad, we're home!" Tracy called as she usually did. But there was no answer.

"Dad!" called Melanie as she and her sister walked into the kitchen. They put their backpacks on chairs at the kitchen table and put their binders on the table.

"Dad?" Tracy called.

"Hello?" called Melanie.

"Dad, we need to get basketball early!"

"Where is he?" Melanie asked.

"I don't know. You're the smart one," replied Tracy.

"Dad!" Melanie called.

"Oh, maybe he's in the garage. He said he wanted to work on the car this weekend and never got to. Maybe that's what he's doing,"

"Can't hurt to look," said Melanie.

The two walked outside and went into the garage. But, to their surprise, it was empty. Their dad wasn't there and nor was the car. And all the tools were untouched.

"Maybe he left early to pick up Chris," said Melanie.

"Might have," said Tracy.

"Let's go get some homework done,"


Meanwhile, at baseball practice, Chris and Toby sat in the bleachers, waiting for their turn at bat. The coach was working on their batting and pitching skills. Chris let his gaze wander to the parking lot. He expected to see his dad pull up to watch the end of practice as he normally would. Chris glanced at his watch. It was about the usual time Dick showed up. But he was no where in sight.

"Grayson! You're up!" the coach called. Chris walked off the bleachers. He took the bat from Leon and got ready. Just when Dean threw the pitch, Chris looked back at the parking lot. The ball flew right by him.

"Chris, pay attention!" the coach snapped.

"Sorry," said Chris. Dick still wasn't there.

Once practice was over, Chris sat on the curb waiting for his dad.

"Chris, my mom can drive you home if you want," said Toby.

"Nah, Tobe. I don't want my dad to worry,"

"Alright, suit yourself," said Toby. With that, he left.

Chris fumbled in his jacket pocket until he found a few quarters. He walked over to the payphone and dropped in fifty cents. He dialed his number and waited for someone to pick up.


Melanie grabbed the phone, seeing as Tracy was in her room with the music blasting getting ready for her basketball practice.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mel, is Dad home?" came Chris' voice.

"No, we thought he was with you," said Melanie.

"Nope. He never came. I thought he forgot,"

"Well, he wasn't here when we came home and Tracy has basketball at three,"

"Where could he be?" asked Chris.

"I don't know. I tried calling Mom before, but there was no answer. She's probably busy with interviews. Where are you calling from?"

"The payphone near the field. Mel, what if Dad doesn't show?"

"Chris, calm down. Maybe he's just running late. If he doesn't pick you up in five minutes, call me again and I'll get one of the neighbors to pick you up," said Melanie, being the responsible one.

"Okay, thanks Mel. Bye," said Chris.

"Bye," said Melanie. She hung up. By now, she was getting really worried.

A/N

Okay, so it was a short chapter. But hey, better than nothing. TTFN

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