AN: Sorry for the absence. Senior year sucks.
Also, in Chapter 5 May states that there will be a sleep over at the country home that weekend. I meant to type the next weekend. I was unable to fix it. :l
FRIDAY
I sat on the steps outside of the Gym entrance waiting for Daddy to come get me. I was wondering if I would be grounded for getting a detention. A detention over the most petty reason in human history. Maybe the school called them already. Maybe my punishment would await me when I got home (I got a lot of that when I was three years old, whenever we went to the store).
Three minutes later Daddy arrived. I sat in the front and took off my cheer bow.
"Hi sweetheart. How was your day?" He asked.
"Eh. Got an A on my biology test. Turned in the paper for french. Got a detention." I replied. Maybe the good things I did might erase the detention.
"A detention? Should I be concerned?" Daddy asked me as he coked an eyebrow.
"Not really." I replied as I showed him my pink detention slip.
When we stopped at a stoplight, he read it. "A water bottle? When I was kid, we got detention for rolling apples down the floor when we had substitutes." Daddy didn't seem to upset.
"Well, I got detention because I accidentally threw an plastic bottle at Lucille." I rolled my eyes.
"Lucille Johnson? Your best friend from kindergarten?" Daddy asked as though Lucille was some Hallmark memory.
"Yeah. I have detention Monday, but luckily it won't go on my record if I serve it." I said as I adjusted my ponytail.
"Well, you're not in trouble. If anyone is the problem child it's Ollie. Today, he got caught looking up 'Big Boobs' and 'Pokemon' on the school computers." Daddy said as if it were no surprise. Which, it really isn't.
LATER
"Susan honey, we're home!" Daddy yelled.
"Hi hone- Is that what you're wearing tonight?" She looked at him with disgust.
"What's wrong?" He asked defensively.
"You know how much I hate that tie!" She pointed at the totally mismatched paisley plaid tie he wore.
"What's wrong with it? I think it's quite stylish." He defended as he stroked the poor ugly tie.
At that moment I just left. We aren't a dysfunctional family. We just sometimes fight over the dumbest things. Last week, me and Ollie got into a fight over why Charlotte's Web is not called Charlotte's Dead. And that boy is as stubborn as a hangnail.
Tonight is Grandpa Miller's birthday and we are supposed to be celebrating it tonight. But in all honesty, Grandpa Miller would much rather prefer a beer, a cigar and to just sit in his recliner and watch the game in his underwear. But Grandma Miller says he needs to "get out more".
I took a quick shower and applied a small amount of make up. I put on a cream colored dress and a grey cardigan. As I began to curl my hair, mom yelled "JUNIPER BEATRICE JONES, IF YOU DO NOT GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT, WE ARE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!"
"BUT I HAVENT FINISHED CURLING MY HAIR!" I yelled down. Besides we weren't due to leave for thirty more minutes.
"TAKE MY CURLERS! NOW IT'S TIME TO GO!"
I groaned and took my mom's curlers out of the bathroom cabinet and ran down to the car. "Hi grandma!" Ollie laughed at me as I was putting the curlers in my hair. "Oh shut up!" I yelled as I elbowed him in the gut. The heater for the curlers was burning my lap as is. I didn't need his two cents.
LATER
As soon as we arrived at the fancy restaurant "III Forks", we were lead to our table where Aunt Flo sat with her husband (thankfully her little heathens er, children weren't there).
"Did they say when they were coming?" Mom asked her.
"They should be here soon. I called them when we dropped the kids off at the baby sitter's." Aunt Flo replied.
We proceeded to talk about school and Aunt Flo's pregnancy. Not long after did we all hear, "Why can't we eat at Cracker Barrel?" The only indication that it was Grandpa Miller.
"Because Frank, you have high cholesterol." Grandam Miller replied.
"And it tastes a lot better than this gourmet junk you're feeding me." Grandpa Miller replied as they got to the table.
LATER
Most of dinner went well. That is until Grandpa Miller complained about the fact that his birthday cake Was the wrong flavor.
"Next year, I want a chocolate cake."
"Well, what if you're not alive next year?" Ollie giggled.
MONDAY
"Okay girls. I want you to clean the mats. After that, you may go." Coach instructed us as she handed us buckets with sponges and soap. She shortly left.
Of course, I had no intention of talking to Lucille, so I plugged my ear buds in, tied my hair up in my red bandana and went to work. I was doing a pretty good job (not to mention that Fall Out Boy helped too)... Until Lucille started walking over the mat I just cleaned.
"Excuse me? I just cleaned that! Can you not?" I yelled as I yanked my ear buds out.
"What the hell? I'm getting more soapy water. What's your problem?" Lucille rolled her eyes at me as she tracked more dirt on the mat.
"My problem? You're the reason why I'm stuck here having to clean these disgusting mats on a monday!" I defended myself as I threw the sponge back in the bucket.
"Well had you not thrown the water bottle at me this wouldn't have happened!" Lucille argued as she wrinkled her nose at me.
"It was empty and it was an accident! I'm so sick of your holier than thou attitude. Guess what? You poop and you fart like EVERYONE ELSE. You are nothing special." The first grade abandonment was finally starting to seep out the longer I went on.
"Special? You obviously know nothing about me." Lucille huffed ass he folded her arms.
"Oh I know you think you're special. And god forbid if anyone's different from you, you shun them out completely." I crossed my arms as I called her out.
"Is this about when we stopped being friends? That was over EIGHT years ago! Can't you move on?" Lucille had a huge look of disgust on her face.
"Because you stopped being my friend. Over what? That are names didn't rhyme? For a whole two weeks, I had to make new friends. I didn't have Grace either. Then I realized you never truly cared." I wasn't on the verge of crying, but I could feel my eyes watering and my face was getting warm. But it was something I had wanted to say for years.
I could tell though, that Lucille was on the brink of tears. "I'm sorry."
That was definitely something I'd thought I'd never hear.
AN: I know his chapter will undergo some editing. But whatevs. .-.
