Note: Another short chapter. Not that I'm not going to try to make them longer, but I have a feeling that all of the chapters are going to be kinda short. Sorry! Hope you still like the story! Review please!
Arguing Gets Us Nowhere
"Ugh…" Nikki groaned as she pulled herself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She pulled a drawer open and grabbed a toothbrush and paste. As she finished up and ran the brush under cold water, she yelled at her husband, "Jonesy! Get your butt out of bed! It's time for work!" Jonesy mumbled something she couldn't hear, then joined her in the bathroom to brush his teeth. Nikki walked back out of the bathroom and into her huge walk-in closet. She pulled out a pair of khaki cargo pants and a grey t-shirt and threw them on. "Jonesy hurry up! We slept in!" she told him. "Iw huwwying!" he replied, but she shook her head in annoyance since he still had the toothbrush in his mouth. She went to Cassie's room and shook her violently. "Cassie get your butt out of bed it's time for school!" "I don't want to go to school I'm too tired!" was Cassie's reply. "That's too bad missy get ready!"
Nikki drove back from the elementary school to see Jonesy's car still there. She walked inside to see him lying on the sofa. "Jonesy are you skipping work? Anyone would've thought you would've changed from when we were sixteen, but then again…" Jonesy pulled himself up to sit upright and Nikki went to sit beside him. "No, just felling kind of sick today," he told her. Nikki pulled his arm off of her and moved to the other end of the couch. "I can't get sick. But then again, I'd rather not have to go back to work with the clones…" she said. After more than ten years she still had to work with the Clones, but at least she didn't work at the Crappy Barn anymore. "Oh come on, just skip today. We both did it plenty enough in high school," Jonesy said, a playfully devilish grin on his face. Nikki leaned in to kiss him and he kissed her back. "Well, can't risk the Clones getting their 80-pound selves sick now, can I?" she said, returning his devilish look.
The phone rang and Nikki reluctantly got up from where she was sleeping on the couch, careful not to wake Jonesy. She walked to the kitchen and pulled the phone off the hook. "Hello?" she said groggily, still greatly tired. "Um, hello Mrs. Garcia, do you happen to have the time to come to an emergency conference with your daughter?" said the voice on the other end. "No problem," she replied through gritted teeth.
"What are we going to do with you Cassie? Your nine years old and what have you done today? Oh, let's see. Told a teacher to piss off. Pushed a kid's face in the water fountain. Gave a kindergartener a bloody nose, oh, and hit someone so hard with a tetherball that they were knocked out for an hour? Cassie!" Nikki yelled at her daughter in anger. Jonesy stood next to Nikki actually feeling quite sorry for his daughter, because he had experienced Nikki's rages before, and they could be very brutal. "Mom, it's not like that kindergartener got really hurt or anythi-" "Cassie! He bled so much he passed out! He lost, like, a quart of blood! Cassie, I really don't know what we're going to do about this! We punish you, yell at you, and you just don't do anything in response!" Nikki was obviously on the last nerve here, so Jonesy was in a slight state of panic. So he took over. "Cassie, why on earth would you want to do this?" he asked, "What did the teacher do to you exactly?" "Gave me detention." "What about the water fountain kid?" "Hogged all the fountain time." "Cassie, you just come up with excuse after excuse, and know what? They aren't convincing us of anything. The principal said that you are almost going to be expelled. How do you feel about that, Cassie?" he finally asked. "I find it the best thing I've heard in my life!" she sarcastically replied, then ran upstairs to her bedroom.