THE MISTAKE, chapter SEVEN
**Sorry for taking so long to write! It's been, what, seven months? :x sorry! I'll try to make it up. I have to update all me other stories, too. Please review..**
After school, Cory, Shawn and Eric were waiting for Turner at the front of the building. Mr. Feeny walked past them.
"Hey, Feeny," Eric greeted him. "Hello, Mr. Matthews," Feeny greeted Eric. "Where you going?" Cory asked. "After school, I usually go home, Mr. Matthews. But it doesn't feel like home right about now, so I may just go to the library."
"Why?" Shawn asked. "Why, what?" Feeny asked. "Why would you go to the library?" Feeny shook his head in disbelief. "This may come as a shock to you, Mr. Hunter, but people do go to the library to read. For fun."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Well, you must live a sad life if you read for fun."
"Yes, well, you don't exactly make it any happier, Shawn," Feeny started, grinning, "but I'm also going to grade term papers. Oh, and by the way, I'll be expecting your paper tomorrow morning." Shawn shook his head. "Nice try, Feeny, but I already turned my paper in!"
"Sorry to tell you this, Shawn, but the Cold War was not a war in Alaska," Feeny remarked, looking over the rim of his glasses of a disbelieving Shawn.
Feeny left. "Can you believe him?" Shawn asked. "Yeah, I can, you moron," Cory snapped. "Hey, Cor, chill!" Shawn said, running a hand through his hair. "Shawn-oh, forget it," Cory said when Turner finally neared them.
They climbed into the van.
That night, Turner was looking through the cabinets for something to cook for dinner. Cory had gone to his room, and Eric had gone out. Morgan and Joshua were on the floor in front of the TV, watching some children's program.
Shawn walked up to him. "Jon, what's up with Cory?" He asked. "What do you mean?" Turner responded as his head disappeared into a cabinet. "I mean he's always moody. He keeps snapping at me."
Jon pulled out of the area, holding a box of macaroni and cheese and a bag of cheese doodles. "Is this okay for dinner?" Jon asked curiously. "Nah, to much cheese," Shawn said, taking the cheese doodles, "better make it sour cream and onion."
Jon nodded in agreement. "Shawn, you have to understand where Cory's head is at now. His life has been totally disrupted. His parents are dead, and he's being shifted to an apartment with his teacher and four kids. You weren't exactly pleasant when your father first left. Take that pain and magnify it a couple of times," Jon explained.
Shawn got defensive. "Well I never snapped at him like he did me!" Jon scoffed. "Really? I seem to remember you getting upset at Cory and his parents because they were trying to help you."
"They had me on a leash! I couldn't go anywhere. Then she wanted me to wear..." Shawn shuddered and smiled at the same time.
"Well now Cory is on a leash-" Jon started but was interrupted by Cory. "So now you're discussing my problems behind me? Some friends you two are," he snapped, grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
"I'll go after him," Shawn muttered. "No, don't. He'll come back when he's ready." Jon said.
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**Sorry for taking so long to write! It's been, what, seven months? :x sorry! I'll try to make it up. I have to update all me other stories, too. Please review..**
After school, Cory, Shawn and Eric were waiting for Turner at the front of the building. Mr. Feeny walked past them.
"Hey, Feeny," Eric greeted him. "Hello, Mr. Matthews," Feeny greeted Eric. "Where you going?" Cory asked. "After school, I usually go home, Mr. Matthews. But it doesn't feel like home right about now, so I may just go to the library."
"Why?" Shawn asked. "Why, what?" Feeny asked. "Why would you go to the library?" Feeny shook his head in disbelief. "This may come as a shock to you, Mr. Hunter, but people do go to the library to read. For fun."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Well, you must live a sad life if you read for fun."
"Yes, well, you don't exactly make it any happier, Shawn," Feeny started, grinning, "but I'm also going to grade term papers. Oh, and by the way, I'll be expecting your paper tomorrow morning." Shawn shook his head. "Nice try, Feeny, but I already turned my paper in!"
"Sorry to tell you this, Shawn, but the Cold War was not a war in Alaska," Feeny remarked, looking over the rim of his glasses of a disbelieving Shawn.
Feeny left. "Can you believe him?" Shawn asked. "Yeah, I can, you moron," Cory snapped. "Hey, Cor, chill!" Shawn said, running a hand through his hair. "Shawn-oh, forget it," Cory said when Turner finally neared them.
They climbed into the van.
That night, Turner was looking through the cabinets for something to cook for dinner. Cory had gone to his room, and Eric had gone out. Morgan and Joshua were on the floor in front of the TV, watching some children's program.
Shawn walked up to him. "Jon, what's up with Cory?" He asked. "What do you mean?" Turner responded as his head disappeared into a cabinet. "I mean he's always moody. He keeps snapping at me."
Jon pulled out of the area, holding a box of macaroni and cheese and a bag of cheese doodles. "Is this okay for dinner?" Jon asked curiously. "Nah, to much cheese," Shawn said, taking the cheese doodles, "better make it sour cream and onion."
Jon nodded in agreement. "Shawn, you have to understand where Cory's head is at now. His life has been totally disrupted. His parents are dead, and he's being shifted to an apartment with his teacher and four kids. You weren't exactly pleasant when your father first left. Take that pain and magnify it a couple of times," Jon explained.
Shawn got defensive. "Well I never snapped at him like he did me!" Jon scoffed. "Really? I seem to remember you getting upset at Cory and his parents because they were trying to help you."
"They had me on a leash! I couldn't go anywhere. Then she wanted me to wear..." Shawn shuddered and smiled at the same time.
"Well now Cory is on a leash-" Jon started but was interrupted by Cory. "So now you're discussing my problems behind me? Some friends you two are," he snapped, grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
"I'll go after him," Shawn muttered. "No, don't. He'll come back when he's ready." Jon said.
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