Chapter Eleven

Abby's POV

I sat at my desk, attempting to write my Haiku for English. But I was stumped. I wish Kuki could've done this instead of me…or even Rachel. My attempted thoughts at sappy were interrupted by my jean pocket vibrating and singing Buttons by Pussycat Dolls. I excavated my purple mobile, and saw that Cree was phoning. Why would she wanna phone me?

"Whatcha want Cree?" I answered bitterly. "Abby's kinda busy right now."

"What do I want?" I really hated her tone…so seductive and evil at the same time. "I only called because mama asked me to. She wants you home for a family dinner. You know, with everyone."

"Well, if mama wants it, Abby'll be there." I concluded. "She'll be there in five."

I hung up on the witch, and dropped my pen. At this rate I was totally screwed, but all that I had to worry about now was to survive my sister. Though she has no idea that I'm still against her. I got up slowly, and made my way out of my room.

I noticed Kuki's room was empty as I walked past, and noticed the main room's light was off. I guessed Kuki was still on the lounge, and everyone else had retreated back to their rooms. Well, I knew Hoagie was in his room, and he was still on his mobile. I never thought he could talk for that long and not bore the other party. I reached the main room, and decided to use my stealth skills as to not wake my friend. Like a ninja, my feet barely scraped the floor as I darted to the nearest window. Don't ask me why I loved going through windows, because I don't know myself. I knelt upon the window frame, and readied myself to swing down the branches. But, a stir from the couch made my head snap around in an instant.

"5-T?" came the blocked up voice of Kuki. "Where are you going?" She seemed almost angry with me by her tone.

"Numbuh 5-T's goin' home for family reasons. Why, where'd you think she was headed?" I said in a loud whisper.

"No reason." She huffed back. I realized she was angry with me at that stage.

"Whateva." I concluded as I jumped down to the nearest branch. I didn't really have time to argue with her. But I was going to consult her tomorrow. I reached the grass at the bottom of the tree house, and casually headed down the street to my house. I enjoyed the tranquility of the night, with the exception of a dog barking in the distant area of the city. I pulled my cap down, and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked on. And then, that little voice came back…

You're running out of time. You need to let him know how you feel.

I tried ignoring it, but it only got louder.

She's angry with you. She knows your secret.

I picked up my pace and started into a light jog. But it didn't help.

He's yours. She's in the way. Just get rid of her…

I stopped once I reached a house with a red roof. My house. I let myself in casually, and saw my daddy at the table reading a newspaper. His eyes caught mine, and he put the paper down to show me his pearly grin.

"Well if it isn't the daughter, with the red hat and the blue shirt and the…daw, you know what I'm talking about. Come and give your old daddy a hug ey?"

"Hey daddy," I replied, giving him a brief hug. "Where's mama?"

"She's in the kitchen with the sister and the cook books and the…daw, you know what I'm sayin'."

"Thanks daddy." I made my way to the kitchen, and noticed my sister Cree standing by and helping mama with the cooking. She noticed me, and greeted me like we actually got along. Can you say drama queen?

"Oh Abby, you made it." Her sappy talk followed through with a bear hug. I pretended I was happy to see her and hugged back, just so mama thought we were getting along fine. But to be honest, I couldn't stand her being a foot near me.

"Hey sis." I replied casually. "Hey mama."

" 'ello Abbie." My mama said in her thick French accent. " 'ow woz your day?"

"Fine mama. You need any help?"

"Non, I'm fine. Oo and Cree can do vat oo want until dinner."

Cree and I leant upon the table in the kitchen, and eyed each other.

"So, got a boyfriend yet?" Cree asked, pretending to examine her nails.

"As a matter of fact, no. Abby doesn't need a boyfriend at this time."

"You think that? C'mon, you've got that many guy friends, how can you resist temptation?" She grin her evil grin. "What about the Nigel guy?"

"He's got a girlfriend, and he's Abby's best friend. Nothing more."

"Ok, what about Hoagie? Or is he still in that fantasy dream of his that involves yours truly?"

Talk about flattering yourself. "Lucky for you, he's got a girlfriend too. You know, my friend Fanny?"

"The red head? I thought she was a bi…" I gave her a glare. "Oh, well that's a good thing for me then. Well, Wally? Is that the blonde's name?"

"Yeah dat's him. But why would you bring him up?"

"No question…" Cree shrugged her shoulders. "And there's always Maurice I guess." I noticed she strained to say that.

I rolled my eyes. I was about to answer, when mama turned around and ushered us to the dinner table. Cree gave me this weird face, and kept glancing at me for the rest of the night.

"So Abby, where'd you go last night?" Nigel asked me as we headed off to school the next morning. "You missed our meeting."

I slapped my forehead. "Sorry man, Cree rang and Abby had to dash home for family time."

"That's ok." He said, a little bummed. Lizzie was talking with Kuki, who had avoided us all morning. And I have no idea why. Nigel put his glasses on his head. "And you were fine around her?"

"Yep totally normal. Didn't suspect a thing." Well, she did, but he didn't need to know what she was suspicious about. Nigel stopped me, and pointed over to a lonely male standing at the school gates. His dred locks were as ebony as my hair. His skin a dark mocha, and his clothes darkish colours. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and I waved at him. He noticed, and waved back at me. I ran over to him, and flung myself on him. He smiled and hugged me back.

"Abby, long time no see." He said in a deep and soothing voice.

"Well, you are in College now Maurice." I replied with a wide grin. "So, what brings you here anyway?"

"Well, I came to see you actually." He said, letting me go and wrapping a hand around my shoulders. "Since we don't hang out much, I figured I'd come and ask you personally. So, how's Sunday night sound to you?"

I shook my head. "Sunday's bad…. what about Monday afternoon?"

"It's settled then. Meet you at your house at 5?"

"5 is good." I replied with a wink. I hugged him tightly one last time before watching him make his way to his own day. I turned around, and saw Wally and Nigel were giving me strange looks. I shrugged my shoulders, and made my way to the school building with Rachel.