Chapter sixteen
"Why does it look like that?" Gus asked.
"Because," I said. "When the plane crashed I had a pajamas on, the
trousers were made of fleece, and when they caught fire, it started to
melt. I succeeded to get them off before the fire reached the rest of the trousers. But when I pulled them of
a the skin followed on this leg, and I pulled it of.
Mike and the girls grimaced, but Gus just kept on writing in his notebook.
"Why did the plane crash" he asked. And then I became really angry.
"I don´t know," I shouted and stood up, pulling my pants down again. "Go ask someone who knows. I don´t wanna talk to you any more. I grabbed my photos and went to my room. There I sat down on my bed again, with my back against the wall, until I heard a knock on the door.
"Go away" I shouted, "I said I don´t want to talk." The door opened anyway. And Mike came in and sat on my bed.
"I said I don´t want to talk." I said again. But quiet this time.
"I know." Mike said. "and I understand why not. But Gus can´t help he is the way he is. You shouldn´t shout to him like that."
"Why would I care" I said angrily.
"I don´t know" he said. "And I can´t force you to care. But I wanted to tell you someone here to see you."
"Who?" I asked.
"Someone named Leon." Mike said.
"NO" I screamed. "He´s came to taking me home to Sweden. Haven´t he. I don´t wanna go. He….he can´t force me." I ran out of my room and down the stairs. Unfortunately Leon was sitting in the lounge so there was no way for me to get out.
"Uncle Leon" I said calmly. "What are you doing here?"