Rating: PG-13 (Just because I don't feel comfortable rating this lower than that)
Disclaimer: Ellen is the only character/name I own. Disney owns the rest. Robert Louis Stevenson who wrote the book Treasure Island that this movie is based off of owns Livesey.
Author's note: I warn you…I might spell name's wrong….okay, I most likely will spell names wrong. And a side note: I spell Sarah the way my sister spells her name, so if it is wrong, I'm sorry, it's not my fault. Oh, and by the by, I made the police robots less robotic and a little more caring.
Ms. Sarah Hawkins was a fully respectable woman. She was a single mother and the owner of the Benbow Inn by a small docking area. She really was amazing because she managed to run the inn while coping with the abandonment of her husband. She likes reading, daydreaming, long walks around town, and is desperately trying to raise a juvenile delinquent teenager.
I'm sorry, Delbert, she said after having spilt water on an old friend of the family, Dr. Delbert Doppler, I've just been so caught up with things lately, my mind isn't where it should be. Here, let me get a towel.
No, it's fine, he said, I'll get it…is this about Jim? He asked this with the greatest concern. He knew very well that lately Jim had been able to keep out of trouble, but with Jim, one never knows what could happen.
Not entirely, she replied, having gotten the towel anyway, He's been doing well with staying where he should be lately. He's still not over his father leaving us, so long ago. But truly, I think he's making some different choices.
As if on cue, the door slammed open to reveal two police officers and her son. Ah, but what's this? There is some one else with him today, the surprises never cease. Alas, Sarah had barely noticed the girl before she prepared to scold her son.
James Pleiades Hawkins! she yelled, Were you out on that blasted solar surfer again? She suddenly calmed when she actually took notice of Ellen. Who's this? You have a girlfriend?
Mom, I—What? No! Jim said, all ready to make an excuse, She's my friend. Just pretend you know her. He added that last bit in a whisper. Her name is Ellen.
Excuse me, Ms. Hawkins, an Officer interrupted, Your son and his girlfriend were caught racing in a restricted area. Their vehicles have both been confiscated. As for James, one more slip up can lead him straight to Juvenile Hall.
She's not my girlfriend, said Jim. Ellen had said the same thing, except instead of girlfriend she said boyfriend.
It would be wise to keep better surveillance on your son's activities, chimed in the other officer, as for this girl, she has been given just a warning. Now she knows that area is restricted. But I have one question: Does she really live here?
Ms. Hawkins looked utterly confused, on account what her son told her and that she truly had never seen the girl before in her life. Also, she didn't like lying to the police for any reason. Still, the pleading look on Jim's face was too much to bear, so she nodded. Yes, she said, I believe I hired Ellen recently. This statement was a wild guess at Jim's story, but as they say: like mother like son.
Then she is also your responsibility, the officer said, watch them both Ms. Hawkins. I believe you need all the help you can get around here. Good day, ma'am.
Thank you, Officers, she said. As soon as the door was closed behind them she turned on the two teens. Jim what were you thinking? And you got this young lady into trouble with you? How many more times are you going to get into trouble? Do you want to go to Juvenile Hall? Is that it?
Jim stared at the floor, not replying. Ellen could stand letting him get in trouble with the cops instead of her. She had a good reason for that. But not his mother, that just hurt her. She decided to speak up.
Ms. Hawkins, she said to get Sarah's attention, It's not entirely his fault. I proposed the race in the first place. Please don't be completely angry with him. I deserve some of the blame. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I'll be more than willing to do it.
Jim was staring at her, his face saying thank you. He whispered in her ear. I thought you didn't want to get in trouble.
She didn't reply because Ms. Hawkins had suddenly adopted a headache and Jim and Dr. Doppler helped her sit down. Ellen, Sarah said, I'd like you to stay here for a short time. That is if your parents are okay with it. I don't like lying to the police, but if you live here at least a little while, it wouldn't have been a lie. Jim can show you a room to stay in.
Ellen sort of winced at the mention of her parents. That was one thing she had been untrue about. Her dad hadn't built the solar surfer as a going away present. He built it as a birthday present, but both he and her mother were killed the day after her birthday. But that's another story entirely, and meant for another time. I'm free of my parent's custody, she said, meaning that they are halfway across the world and it wouldn't matter to them where I went because it hasn't for the past three years.
