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"Mum! Dad!" Caine yelled as he entered the house.
"Your parents are out!" Carla called from the kitchen.
"Has there been any calls this afternoon?" Caine asked her as he walked into the kitchen.
"No, are you expecting a call?"
Caine had to think of a response, there was no reason why he would get a call from anyone on the landline. "Dad's expecting a call from some guy and he wants me to answer it, that's all." With that Caine turned and went up to his bedroom to escape any further questions. Before he even entered his room he realised there was someone in it, and he knew who. "What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled at his sister, who was rummaging through his belongings.
"I'm going to Rachel's house tomorrow night for a sleepover and I said that I would bring 'The Simpsons Movie'." Emmy replied and then returned to looking through Caine's books on his desk. Caine went over to her and grabbed her arm away from his stuff.
"I'm sorry, but since when is looking for some stupid DVD a reason to invade my privacy and touch my stuff?"
Emmy sighed in frustration, "It's not downstairs with the other DVDs and it's not in my room, so it must be in your room."
"Well it's not in my room," Caine said.
"Then where is it?" Emmy asked.
"I traded it with some guy at school."
Emmy's eyes widened with anger. "You did what?" she yelled.
"This nerd got the new Call Of Duty from his brother, even though he doesn't own an Xbox. I asked him what he wanted for it and he said 'The Simpsons Movie', so I gave it to him."
"Why would you do that? It was MY DVD!" Emmy screamed at him.
"Actually," Caine said in a calm voice, "it was OUR DVD."
"Whatever, you still didn't have a right to do that, you jerk," Emmy snapped back at him.
"Yes I did, the DVD may have been both ours, but because I'm older I had the majority share of it and therefore could do what I wanted with it." He smiled down at his sister, who had crossed her arms and her eyes had narrowed at him.
"I'm telling Mum," she threatened.
Caine laugher at her, he had been prepared for this. "You do and I'll tell Mum how you started the food fight at the Church picnic last week." Emmy looked around, trying to think of a way to still win, but she couldn't. She just stamped her foot and screamed, "I hate you!" as she stormed out of Caine's room.
Caine stood there; proud of how he was nearly always able to get the upper hand with Emmy. Yet the sound of the phone ringing reminded him that he still had to be alert. "I'll get it," he called and he went and picked up the phone on the landing.
"Hello, this is Principal Hamilton from Reagan Middle School," said the voice on the phone. This was the exact call that Caine had been waiting for. Caine's mouth went dry, he had think of are reply. "Hello, is anyone there?" Principal Hamilton asked.
"What do you want?" Caine said in his deepest and most gravely voice.
"I'm calling to talk to you about your son, Caine Soren?"
"Who?" Caine replied.
"I'm sorry, but this is the Sorens' house, isn't it?" Principal Hamilton asked.
"No, I've never heard of those people, you idiot," Caine enjoyed the opportunity to insult his principal.
"Oh, right then," Principal Hamilton obviously wasn't sure what to do. "Sorry for disturbing you. Thank you, goodbye." Caine breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Principal Hamilton hang up.
"What was that?" Caine heard from the phone. It took him a while to realise who it was: Emmy.
"Emmy, what are you doing?"
"I heard how eager you were to answer the phone and I wondered why. So I picked up the kitchen phone. Now, I'm wondering why your principal rang and you put on a weird voice." Caine had thought up a great plan, that was about to be ruined by his sister.
"If you dare tell Mum or Dad about this, I'll- " Caine started to threaten her, but she interrupted him.
"You'll what? Tell them about the food fight? As if they'd care about that compared to you doing something so bad that your principal is calling, and that you tried to hide it from them." Caine sighed, it was going to be hard to get out of this one.
"How do you know he was calling to talk about something bad?" Caine said, trying to be clever. "He was calling to tell Mum and Dad about something great I did. I picked up the phone, not knowing it was him, and decide to mess with the guy. That's all."
Sadly, Emmy had an answer for that. "Why on earth would you, Caine Soren, try and stop another person telling someone else how great you are? Has your ego finally reached maximum capacity?"
"Okay," Caine sighed, "how much will your silence cost?"
"Um... let me think," Emmy paused. "One 'The Simpsons Movie' DVD."
"You know I don't have it, you idiot," Caine said. "You know that I don't have to buy your silence. Tell Mum and Dad and I will give you the worst Chinese burns ever!"
Emmy laughed down the phone, "You're stupid, but not stupid enough to do anything like that when Mum and Dad are angry with you. So enjoy being grounded right when summer starts!" Caine heard Emmy slam down the phone, and he did the same. "Emmy!" he yelled as he stormed down the stairs.
When he reached the bottom, in walked his parents. "Hi, son," Mr Soren said as he set down the shopping bags he was carrying. "Your Mum and I were shopping, thanks to her giving all my vacation clothes to the charity shop."
"Those clothes were so out-dated, I could not be seen with you in them," Mrs Soren replied.
"We're going to France, who do you know will be there?"
"I don't care, that's not the point."
Their little argument ended when Emmy came from the kitchen. "Hey Princess, how was your day?" Mrs Soren asked. Caine sent her a glare and she gave him one back. "Oh no, have you two fallen out again?" Mr Soren said looking at the pair of them with his arms folded.
"I didn't do anything," Caine said as held his hands up defensively.
"Whatever happened sort it out."
"But Dad, Caine-" Emmy whined but was cut short by her Mum. "We don't want to hear who did what, you are both as bad as each other." With that she and her husband picked up their shopping bags and headed upstairs. Caine looked over at Emmy and showed her his smug grin. All this did was to spur Emmy on.
"Oh, really?" Emmy called after them. "You don't want to hear that Caine's principal rang and Caine put on a fake voice so that the principal thinks it was a wrong number?"
Caine's parents froze, looked at each other and then at him. "Is this true Caine?" his Dad asked.
"No, of course not!" Caine said with a touch of being offended.
"Then why would Emmy say such a thing?" Mrs Soren asked.
"Because, I traded a DVD that you got us for an new game. She's just trying to get revenge."
"Emmy, did you make it up?"
Emmy's mouth fell wide open. "Do you seriously believe him? Yes, he sold a DVD that was just as much mine as it was his. But I did not make up it up!"
"Caine," his Dad said with exasperation, "Tell us the truth, now!" Caine sighed; his Dad wasn't going to be fooled.
"Fine, Emmy's telling the truth." He looked at his parents, both had looks of disappointment.
"Caine go to your room and I'll call your school." Caine obeyed his Dad's orders and threw himself down on top of his bed. He was in real trouble when his parents found out what he had done. Not that he would wilfully admit to it. A few minutes later his Dad roared for him to come downstairs at once. Caine took his time, walking slowly and heavily. Once he entered the living room his father immediately interrogated him.
"Do you want to tell your mother what you did?"
"Well, what I am accused of is not what I did," Caine replied confidently. This made his Dad even angrier.
"Fine, I'll tell her what you are 'accused of'." He even did quotation marks in the air. "He super-glued a boy to his seat!" Mrs Soren's eyes widened to such an extent that it was comical.
"What? Why?" she turned to Caine for an explanation. She was not going to get one.
"I didn't do it!" Caine protested.
"Fine, you can tell Principal Hamilton all about how you are innocent when we see him tomorrow at the school."
"What?" Caine asked.
"Yeah," Mr Soren said, "that's right. He wants to see both your mother and me, to talk not just about this incident but what's been happening the whole year!"
"I'll tell you what's been happening all year. Anything that happens to any little nerd has been blamed on me!" With that Caine stormed up to his bedroom. It wasn't fair, if his parent's understood his point of view they wouldn't even be mad at him.
His History teacher had given the class an assignment to make a presentation in pairs. Like most of his friends, Caine had paired up with a nerd, the sure fire way to get an A+ with no effort. Yet Caine had picked the new kid, a guy called Randy. Randy didn't know the way things worked at the school yet, so when Caine did none of the work, he went straight to the teacher. He had even convinced his friend, who was in the same situation with Caine's friend Ben, to complain to the teacher. This left Caine and Ben working together on starting a whole new project two days before it was due. They did work hard, but only got a B. Ben didn't really care, but Caine did, and he wanted payback.
Caine had told some guys to hold Randy and the rest of the nerds up on their way to English, and the teacher was late as usual. This meant anyone who may have tried to stop him wasn't there. This gave the boy that Caine had convinced to do him a favour time to spread superglue on Randy's chair. Because as if Caine was going to publicly implicate himself. Randy sat down and didn't notice anything. It was only when Randy got up to go to the bathroom and fell over, did he realise it. The whole class laughed hysterically at him, flailing on the ground and freaking out. Yet, afterwards the whole class had to go to the Principal's office and when no one confessed, bags were searched. That's when they found the bottle of superglue in the boy's bag. Now of course he must have blabbed and blamed Caine.