Chapter Eleven – Over reacting
"I knew it!" Mr. Lair snapped, jumping up. "That kid has been stalking you, since preschool!" He pulled out his police walkie-talkie, and yelled into it, "He is the one! Arrest the punk." Irma and Mrs. Lair blinked at him. He swore he won't do anything rash! Irma rushed over and peered out the window. Sure enough, there were about ten police cars surrounding the Tubb's house, a few houses away. The police cars' red lights blinking, and the loud siren blaring, as if her father knew it all along. People ran out of there houses to see what was going on. "Come out Martin Tubbs, with your hands up. You are wanted for the rape of Irma Lair." One man shouted.
Irma's mouth dropped, as she stared at her dad. GOD! Did the whole neighborhood have to know? Irma dropped to her knees, still glaring at her dad. "You just had to make sure the whole world knew, didn't you?" she hissed. "Sorry." Her dad grunted, sheepishly. Suddenly, the phone rang, and Mrs. Lair answered. "Yes… Yea… Er… Thanks." She said, and hooked up, only to have the phone ring again. And every time Mrs. Lair answered, and hung up, someone else would call. Irma's cell phone went off too, as her fellow classmates called. "Is it true?" they asked or, "Oh my god!" and some even said, "What a stupid joke. I know you are lying. Martin has no guts to go through with that." Then Hay Lin called. Irma ran up her stairs, with her cell phone. "Did you hear it?" Irma grunted into the phone.
"Yea… I think all of Heatherfeild heard the announcement." Hay Lin said, timidly. Irma just sighed, and brushed away a few tears. "This is not fair. Stupid dad." She answered. "I didn't want anyone to know." "It's ok." Hay Lin said, soothingly. "Want me to come over? We could have a sleep over… with pizza." Irma giggled softly. "I think I could do with some company, other then my family." "Right, so I will be right over. Your parents would understand, right?" Irma nodded, then remembering Hay Lin couldn't see her, she said, "If they do, I will just stick it in their faces that they went back on their promise." "Ok, see you!" Hay Lin said. And then Irma hung up, and sighed. Irma buried her head into her stuffed turtle, and sighed.
Outside, Martin's parents insisted that their son was perfect. That he would do such a thing. But he would, but they didn't know. "Mom, dad. It is true." Martin whispered, but they ignored him. Martin opened his mouth, to speak to an officer, but he was interrupted. "Anything you say, can and will be used in the court of law!" he snarled. Martin sighed. He guessed he would have to confess in court. Martin looked up, to see Hay Lin, running up Irma's porch, and into Irma's house.
Hay Lin ran right inside Irma's house, with out knocking, and rushed up to Irma's room upstairs. "Hey." Hay Lin greeted. "Hi." Irma said, getting up from the bed, wiping her face of tears, which Hay Lin pretended not to notice. "I don't have pizza, but I have Chinese!" Hay Lin said, smiling at her friend. "Ok, I can go for Chinese." Irma said, smiling, all the pain on her face disappearing. Irma sat on the floor, next to her friend, who was pulling out some cartons of rice, chicken, and all that good Chinese food. Hay Lin passed Irma two of the white containers, and kept two for herself, and pulled out a wad of fortune cookies, and placed them in the middle of them.
The girls sat in a moment of silence, as Irma tried to work her chopsticks. Even though she had been eating with them ever since she met Hay Lin, she still found chopsticks hard to eat with. Hay Lin giggled, as her friend got frustrated with the Chinese utensil. "Here, I brought a fork for you." Hay Lin offered, pulling out a plastic fork, and handed it to her friend. Irma smiled at her, and took the fork. "Thanks." Irma said, with her goofy smile.
As the two friends ate, they gossiped, completely forgetting the announcement earlier. It was nice, to just sit back and finally talk about normal teenager stuff, instead of guardian duties hanging over their shoulders night and day, day and night. "So how do you like that new guy, Erik that just moved in?" Irma asked, playfully. Hay Lin blushed, "He's cute." Irma squealed, with delight. "You like him don't you?" Irma said, batting her long eyelashes. "Hay Lin and Erik sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes the love, then comes the marri-" SMACK! Hay Lin hit Irma over the head with a pillow. Irma quickly pushed her rice and chicken, aside and picked up her one pillow.
"It's on!" Irma cried, bringing her pillow over Hay Lin's head. After a few hits over the head, with their pillows, the girls plopped on the ground and gossiped and ate some more. When the containers were empty, the girls spilt up the fortune cookies, two each. "Ok you first." Irma said, watching Hay Lin. Hay Lin opened hers, and pulled out the little slip of paper. "You will find someone special, in the coming months." Hay Lin read out loud.
Irma chortled, "Could that special person, possibly be Erik?" Hay Lin blushed a deep color of scarlet. "You open one of yours." Hay Lin challenged, eating one half of her fortune cookie. Irma broke the cookie in half, and looked at the small piece of paper. "You shall win a challenge from a friend." Irma said, with a smirk. Hay Lin gapped at her, looked away, popping in her second half of her fortune cookie, as Irma popped in her fist half. "So open your second one." Irma said, in between crunches, and inserted the other part of the cookie in her mouth.
Hay Lin broke the cookie, and stared at the paper. "What's it say?" Irma asked. Hay Lin answered, "If you have many best friends, you have no friends." Irma blinked. "Is four a lot?" Irma asked. Hay Lin frowned. "Who cares?" she answered, and ate the cookie, and the paper by accident. Irma opened her other one, and looked at her other fortune. It read, "Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone." "Err interesting." Irma said, eating the cookie.
"It's late, we should to bed." Hay Lin said. Irma glanced at her clock, it read 12:46. "Yea, I guess." Irma said, crawling into her bed. Hay Lin sat next to her, and went under the covers, of Irma's king sized bed. "Night." The girls said to each other. If they hadn't been so tired, they would have screamed, "Jinx you owe me a soda!" The friends cuddled into the newly cleaned comforter, and their eyelids drupe and they soon fell in a deep slumber.
Author Note – Ack, I STILL have writers block. Writers block is terrible! Hmm... counts on fingers I think I will write about 10 more chapters, or something. I really don't know. I blame writers block… Hope this was a fast enough update!