Chapter 4:

Homework

Charlene P.O.V

I got off the bus just smiling like an idiot. That was one of the best conversations with the finest boy I ever saw. I now knew I was totally free from being distracted from the hyper little Chelsea who attends grade one. Grade one's are always the hyper grade's. Having homework I knew Tina would not let Chelsea near my room till I was done. I knew this because of all the phone calls with Mark and him saying when Chelsea had homework she had to do it right away (before her after school snack!) before anything. (Knowing Chelsea she did it and then got her snack.) Tina kept him from seeing her five minutes after she got home. Well no she did her homework at the kitchen table. She was new to a lot of these things. If she had questions Tina or Mark would help her. I am in grade 11 and not needing a lot of help. I might sometimes need it but other then that. Oh well.

But I never really was good at Spanish. Great. I might fail. Then I might get kicked out of my brothers house and-

"Aunty Charlene! Aunty Charlene your home!" My wonderful niece screamed as I walked in the door. Interrupting my thoughts. People need to stop doing that. That is the third time today! Calm down Charlene. No one knows you are thinking when they speak. I tried to calm my self down.

"Yes I am home Chelsea. You are so smart." I forced myself to not laugh. She was so annoying, that's what she was. "Now do you know were your mom and dad are?" I asked ever so politely after I managed to have the threatening laugh stop.

"Yes I do. I do know where they are." She smiled her 'I am not going to tell you' smile. That annoyed me.

"May you please tell me?" I asked as politely and sweet as I could. This was going to be hard. Luck for me Mark and Tina heard Chelsea and came out. It was a pure funny moment when Chelsea did not notice they came in. Again she smiled her 'I am so not going to tell you.'

She literary jumped when she heard my brother speak. He knew what was going on. I think. (Mark dose not always know what is happening if it peeled his eyes out. (ok harsh way to put it. The better way to sat it is 'if it hit him in the face' but I always make my own.)) "Ok. Chelsea I think Charlene has to be in her room because I am pretty sure she has homework. You know what it is like when you have homework. It is like quiet time."

I smiled with just the slightest bit (where no one can see it) of smugness in my smile. Chelsea then getting annoyed glared at me for the slightest second. She replaced it with an innocent smile and turned around with a "Ok Daddy."

I swear she is the worst six year old that ever lived. But to bad her parents did not know that. Even if they did what would they do? Put her on a time out? Take her dolls away. No she would scream and cry until she got what she wanted. I was hear a week so far and she has been nothing but spoiled. She is one good actress. She should so take drama. She would pass it no problem. She is such a huge brat.

Donde está Minnie, ¿Con hacia fuera Micky? Era es Tigger, ¿Whith hacia fuera Pooh? ¿Dónde es Patrick, Whithout Spongebob? Donde está, ¿Sin usted? Awe this is a cute one. I knew this easy. So I simply wrote down, Where is Minnie, With out Micky? Were is Tigger, With out Pooh? Where is Patrick, With out Spongebob? Where is Me, Without you?

Ok. Next one. Wait. This is my last one right here. Sweet. I did not notice I did that many in class today. Here it goes.

Tarda un minuto Para tener un agolpamiento en alguien, tarda una hora Para tener gusto alguien Tarda un día para amar alguien Pero toma un curso de la vida para olvidar alguien. Awe Sweet. Not as aweet as the last one but still. Here is the English version. It takes a minute To have a crush on someone, It takes an hour To like someone It takes a day to love someone But it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Sweet. I am done my homework. That was so easy. I can not believe it. Spanish is supposed to be one of the subjects I am not that good at.

Just then my phone vibrated. I was getting a text? I always get calls. I got my phone and read.

Hey there little lady.

My breath stopped for a quick second. How did he know my number? Well what was I supposed to do? Nothing. So I started over.

Charlene,

Hey there little lady.

How is your homework coming?

I still feel a bit guilty that you did not finish it on the bus.

I have something to ask you.

Meet me for lunch tomorrow at room 104.

It is pretty important.

See you tomorrow little lady.

Jeff.