In this, no one knows of Jack's fear of clowns
'What about Frankenstein?" Jack asked Jerry. It's the middle of October and everyone is beginning to talk all about the Halloween Bash coming up. Banners are posted all around the school saying it would be a 'monstrosity' to miss. Right now, the boys are having a battle of the scariest monster they have heard of.
"Man, that old thing is nothing but a walking waste basket." Milton replied. "I mean, the poor creature has nothing of his own at all! I say the most terrifying beast is the Jersey Devil (1)."
"What's the Jersey Devil?" Jerry asked. Always the confused one.
"It's this ugly flying creature that's like half-goat. Legend has it that it was suppose to be a child, but when the mother gave birth, he fly out with wings and out from up the chimney." Eddie answered.
"Man, that ain't nothing." Jerry said.
"Oh, yeah? What's scary to you?" Jack asked. I have to agree, the Jersey Devil is one ugly creature!
"El Chupacabra." Jerry whispered. The boys 'oohed' while Kim and I rolled our eyes.
What's the chapacubra?" Eddie asked dumbly. He obviously can't pronounce.
"The Chupacabraˆ," Jerry presses down on Eddie with a glare, "is believed to be a monstrous dog coyote that attacks the cattle and animals of farms. He runs too fast for anyone to catch, and it's loos are doo ugly for any human to remember."
"That doesn't make any sense at all!" I say. "Nothing could be so ugly that you can't remember."
"Oh yeah,? Then what are you afraid of Mrs. Do'Herty?" Jerry asked me, some slight accent in his tone. I don't know why but that slip just sends a very, very small shiver- I mean shudder- down my back. Maybe it's form everyone watching me for an answer.
"I fear nothing, Martinez." I say with confidence. I just know he's gonna try and scare me with everything he's got, but it's not going to work. I'll make sure of it.
After lunch, the rest of the day is uneventful. Kim and I walk out of the school, talking and whatnot, until the thorn in my side comes running up to me.
"Hey Grace can I talk to you?" he asks
"Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it's not important Jerry." I respond, already I'm irritated by his presence.
"But it's important." I can't get him to leave me alone but I don't want to talk to him. Maybe Kim will-
"It's alright Grace, you can catch up with me later!" and with that my only resort out walks over to her future husband. She seriously did not just bail on me like that!
"Grace, can we do the whole interview thing tonight?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm busy doing other things, alright!" he exclaims nervously. I know he's hiding something but I just don't know what. I, Grace Do'Herty, Will figure it out.
"Like what?" I ask, more curious and suspicious than annoyed.
"Just other stuff, okay? Geez woman, what's with the second degree?!" Ye-up , he is definitely hiding something. I look him straight in the eye and he stares back. I must say this boy's got guts. Not just anyone can stare me straight in the eye for more than 3 seconds. After about 30 seconds, I give in.
"Fine. What time do you want me to come over to your house?"
"Actually, I was wondering if I could come over to your house? Mine is getting…renovations." He hesitates. Alright, now I'm kind of scared. I understand it's not my place to question family life, but that all seems a little suspicious to me. All houses on Mulberry Road are modern and fixed before anyone moves in, so why would it need to be renovated.
"I'll have to call my parents and ask them about it so hold on." I pull out my phone and dial my dad's number. It rings a few times before I hear:
"Hey! Sorry If I can't make it to the phone right now, I'm probably busy with work. Gracie Belle, if this is you, I went on a three week business meeting that's moving to different locations in order to spread and grow. Be safe you know 911! Love you!"
Great. I have the whole house to myself. (Good sarcasm is hard to come by nowadays )
"So," Jerry asked' "what did your parents say?"
I don't want him in my house alone with me! I don't know what's going to happen! He could be a stalker or a-
Calm down Grace. This is only Jerry we're talking about, the same boy who doesn't know what's happening half the time. There is absolutely nothing to worry about
"Umm…"
"Great, let's walk there!" and just like that he grabbed my hand and began to run It must have been storming because when he grabbed my hand, it felt like I was being electrocuted! I gasped and let go of his hand to inspect my shaking one. Why are there no burn marks?! I could have sworn…
"Hey Grace what's the matter?" Jerry began walking over to me. "Did you hurt your hand?"
"Umm…. I-It's just that my parents never said you could come over." Why am I stuttering?
"Oh." He looks so, disappointed? Why do I feel bad inside?! I never had a problem lying to people before, so why does this fell more like a burden than a getaway. Those brown eyes just seem a little lifeless instead of warm and welcoming. And before I knew it-
"B-But they're not here right now so it's not a no?" Why brain must thy mislead me so! Where did that come from?
I have to stop hanging around Milton so much.
Instantly, those brown eyes warm and I feel enlightened. How could someone like him have such an effect on me?
"Well than let's go-" he tries to grab my hand again, but remembering what happened the last time I stepped back a little, causing him to stumble in front of me.
"I can walk myself you know. " I say walking past him. I can hear him walking behind me.
"Right. You're right."
"Plus" I add, "how would we get there. You don't even know where I live!" Am I the only one laughing? I don't think I even hear his footsteps on the street anymore. Maybe if I just look back a bit- now he's jogging to catch up. Does this guy seriously know were I live?1 What has he seen? Does he know about my family?
"You don't know where I live, right?" I ask.
"Yeah." Now I can panic, scream, maybe call the cops! Yeah- "We're standing in front of it, right?" I look up to meet the front of my house. The blue painted wood and white picket fence surrounding the green property.
"O=oh. Right. Well, come on in." I stutter, much to his confusion
I didn't really know what to do for this chapter but I felt like I needed to update. Someone, even curlygirl02, please write some criticism that will benefit my writing skills! I'm having somewhat of a writer's block with the ideals I have for the future. Anything would be nice!