They Found Him In A Cadillac..., chapter 8
Ten minutes later, I'm opening the door to my new house. (Its unlocked. Mom must be home... Crap... ) I dump my bag and am just about to go upstairs when I hear a shout.
"JAKE?"
"What?"
"GET IN HERE NOW!" I sigh and slowly drag my feet into the kitchen. Here we go... I look up and see my Mom with a half worried, half angry look on her face. She's tossing her dreadlocks slightly, like she always does when she's agitated.
"Where were you, Jake? You were supposed be home more than an hour ago!"
"Sorry Mom I just... Just went to a friends house."
"Without telling me?!? Leaving me a note? Giving me a call?!?"
"I lost my keys... And I knew no one'd be home for ages... And my friend, she asked if I wanted to come over to her place... And I forgot my phone..."
"Why didn't you phone when you got to her house?"
"I... I guess I forgot."
"OK honey," she hugs me, "next time just don't forget to tell me where you've gone, ok?"
"Ok Mom."
Of course, Joey picks this moment to walk in.
"Oh, precious, Jakey," he says, smirking. I let go of Mom.
"Shut up Joe-Joe." He hates that.
"Or what, Jakey-Wakey?" Arrgh. He knows I hate that, "Or you'll get your new girlfriend to come and beat me up?" My face burns, as Mom looks at me.
"Jake you-"
"Yeah, I saw ya. Walking down the street like the happy little couple you are..." says Joseph, sniggering.
"Shut up, Joey!" I yell, "She's a frigging friend!"
"Ok, ok, no need to get all defensive, Jake. Sorry, ok? Anyway," he looks at Mom, "Can you drive me to Chris's house? He said he'd gimme some lessons... I still can't play End Of The World." Mom sighs.
"God, could you get your bloody license, Jake? Maybe? Then I wouldn't have to drop you off everywhere?"
"Aww," I say, seeing my chance to get Joey back, "Don't be too hard on Joey, Mom. Its not his fault he failed the first time. And the second."
"Shaddap. A lot of people fail first time. And I had a hangover the second time."
"Oh yes," snaps Mom, "And THAT wasn't your fault at all!"
Laughing, I leave the kitchen where Joey and Mom are still arguing, grabbing my bag as I pass, and walking upstairs. I'm rather liking Australia.
SOPHIA'S POV
Just after Jakob left, I heard a small voice calling.
"Sophia?" I quickly walk to Jack's room and open the door. Jack's lying awake on the bed, looking expectant.
"Can I have a story?" I smile. I know its childish, but I love reading to him. Kids his age have the greatest books.
"Ok," I say, still smiling warmly at him, "What do you want?"
"Horrid Henry! Horrid Henry!"
"Ok then..." I go to the small shelf and extract 'Horrid Henry and the Secret Club'. I sometimes wonder if its a bad idea to read him Horrid Henry... It might give him ideas... But the books are too good to stop reading, and without reading to him, I have no excuse for reading baby books.
"Ok. Ready?" I ask, and Jack nods, settling down, "Ok. 'Horrid Henry and the Secret Club. "Halt! Who goes there?" "Me." "Who's me?" said Moody Margaret... '" I read to him for more than an hour, reading venture after venture of Horrid Henry, until he was sleeping soundly, looking like a little angel. I closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and went into my room. Gawd, it was still really early. Only about 7:30... I flop on the couch and turn on the TV, in time to catch The Simpsons. Halfway through the episode, the door slams and I turn to see Mum, walking into the room.
"Mum!" I say, surprised, because her shift is usually isn't over 'till about eleven, and NEVER before ten, "What're you doing here?"
"It's my home, isn't it?" she snaps, kicking off her shoes, and glaring a little in my direction, "Don't I have a right to be here?"
"But," I persevere, "You usually aren't home until much later, work-"
"THEY FIRED ME!" she bursts out suddenly, cutting me off. I just stare at her.
Oh my god...
"JAKE?"
"What?"
"GET IN HERE NOW!" I sigh and slowly drag my feet into the kitchen. Here we go... I look up and see my Mom with a half worried, half angry look on her face. She's tossing her dreadlocks slightly, like she always does when she's agitated.
"Where were you, Jake? You were supposed be home more than an hour ago!"
"Sorry Mom I just... Just went to a friends house."
"Without telling me?!? Leaving me a note? Giving me a call?!?"
"I lost my keys... And I knew no one'd be home for ages... And my friend, she asked if I wanted to come over to her place... And I forgot my phone..."
"Why didn't you phone when you got to her house?"
"I... I guess I forgot."
"OK honey," she hugs me, "next time just don't forget to tell me where you've gone, ok?"
"Ok Mom."
Of course, Joey picks this moment to walk in.
"Oh, precious, Jakey," he says, smirking. I let go of Mom.
"Shut up Joe-Joe." He hates that.
"Or what, Jakey-Wakey?" Arrgh. He knows I hate that, "Or you'll get your new girlfriend to come and beat me up?" My face burns, as Mom looks at me.
"Jake you-"
"Yeah, I saw ya. Walking down the street like the happy little couple you are..." says Joseph, sniggering.
"Shut up, Joey!" I yell, "She's a frigging friend!"
"Ok, ok, no need to get all defensive, Jake. Sorry, ok? Anyway," he looks at Mom, "Can you drive me to Chris's house? He said he'd gimme some lessons... I still can't play End Of The World." Mom sighs.
"God, could you get your bloody license, Jake? Maybe? Then I wouldn't have to drop you off everywhere?"
"Aww," I say, seeing my chance to get Joey back, "Don't be too hard on Joey, Mom. Its not his fault he failed the first time. And the second."
"Shaddap. A lot of people fail first time. And I had a hangover the second time."
"Oh yes," snaps Mom, "And THAT wasn't your fault at all!"
Laughing, I leave the kitchen where Joey and Mom are still arguing, grabbing my bag as I pass, and walking upstairs. I'm rather liking Australia.
SOPHIA'S POV
Just after Jakob left, I heard a small voice calling.
"Sophia?" I quickly walk to Jack's room and open the door. Jack's lying awake on the bed, looking expectant.
"Can I have a story?" I smile. I know its childish, but I love reading to him. Kids his age have the greatest books.
"Ok," I say, still smiling warmly at him, "What do you want?"
"Horrid Henry! Horrid Henry!"
"Ok then..." I go to the small shelf and extract 'Horrid Henry and the Secret Club'. I sometimes wonder if its a bad idea to read him Horrid Henry... It might give him ideas... But the books are too good to stop reading, and without reading to him, I have no excuse for reading baby books.
"Ok. Ready?" I ask, and Jack nods, settling down, "Ok. 'Horrid Henry and the Secret Club. "Halt! Who goes there?" "Me." "Who's me?" said Moody Margaret... '" I read to him for more than an hour, reading venture after venture of Horrid Henry, until he was sleeping soundly, looking like a little angel. I closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and went into my room. Gawd, it was still really early. Only about 7:30... I flop on the couch and turn on the TV, in time to catch The Simpsons. Halfway through the episode, the door slams and I turn to see Mum, walking into the room.
"Mum!" I say, surprised, because her shift is usually isn't over 'till about eleven, and NEVER before ten, "What're you doing here?"
"It's my home, isn't it?" she snaps, kicking off her shoes, and glaring a little in my direction, "Don't I have a right to be here?"
"But," I persevere, "You usually aren't home until much later, work-"
"THEY FIRED ME!" she bursts out suddenly, cutting me off. I just stare at her.
Oh my god...
