What are you doing in My bed?, chapter 2
They both listened and heard stomping coming up the stairs. Suddenly, the door flew open and Mr. Anderson (Carries dad) stood fuming in the doorway. He had thinning grey hair, a red complexion, a large forehead with purple veins pulsing furiously on it.
He stomped over to Carrie and grabbed her arm, fiercely and tugged at it as if to make her follow him.
"Wait... " Tre said to Mr. Anderson in a small voice. When he turned around and gave Tre a raging glare, Tre wished he'd had shut up.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Anderson growled. "And you are...?"
"I'm Tre Cool." Tre said under his breath. A sickly smile stretched over Mr. Anderson's inflamed cheeks.
"Tre cool? TRE COOL? What kind of foolish name is THAT?!" The middle aged man cried, laughing cruelly.
Now Tre had been pretty tolerant towards the strange, shouting man that had barged into his room so inappropriately until now. Who was HE to say his name was foolish? Tre doubted he'd ever met this son of a bitch before!
Carrie saw Tre's eyes filling up with anger and annoyance. She gave her father a stern look; as if to say: Dad, enough!
Tre walked over to his window and looked out, ignoring the two people in his room. Carrie was hurt and walked out of the room silently. Mr. Anderson followed close behind, cursing Tre.
Tre heard Mr. Anderson having a go at Mike downstairs about his lack of respect for elders. Mike had slammed the door after they'd left and was now kicking the walls in aggravation with Tre, who rolled his eyes and lay onto his bed.
When his face hit the pillow he felt something hard underneath it. He reached under and pulled out a small black beaded bracelet. It was Carrie's. Tre clenched the bracelet in his fist and through it out of the window. Why did he have to fall in love with the girls COMPLETELY out of his league?
At Carrie's house, her father was yelling and shouting all around the house. Carrie had locked herself in her room and began to cry. She could see Tre doing the same in his room, which was opposite hers. She put her hand up on the glass, as if to stroke Tre's figure.
When she heard her father leave the house, Carrie got up and went downstairs. Her dad had smashed her dead mother's painting of Carrie when she was little. Carrie scowled and headed back over to Tre's place.
She was met at the door by a very pissed off Mike.
"Yeah?" He barked at her.
"Oh, hi Mike. Is Tre there?" Carrie said, peering behind Mike to look around the hallway.
"Oh, you must be Carrie. Tre left you something." Mike said, passing Carrie a note.
Carrie held it in her hands, as tears filled her eyes.
He stomped over to Carrie and grabbed her arm, fiercely and tugged at it as if to make her follow him.
"Wait... " Tre said to Mr. Anderson in a small voice. When he turned around and gave Tre a raging glare, Tre wished he'd had shut up.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Anderson growled. "And you are...?"
"I'm Tre Cool." Tre said under his breath. A sickly smile stretched over Mr. Anderson's inflamed cheeks.
"Tre cool? TRE COOL? What kind of foolish name is THAT?!" The middle aged man cried, laughing cruelly.
Now Tre had been pretty tolerant towards the strange, shouting man that had barged into his room so inappropriately until now. Who was HE to say his name was foolish? Tre doubted he'd ever met this son of a bitch before!
Carrie saw Tre's eyes filling up with anger and annoyance. She gave her father a stern look; as if to say: Dad, enough!
Tre walked over to his window and looked out, ignoring the two people in his room. Carrie was hurt and walked out of the room silently. Mr. Anderson followed close behind, cursing Tre.
Tre heard Mr. Anderson having a go at Mike downstairs about his lack of respect for elders. Mike had slammed the door after they'd left and was now kicking the walls in aggravation with Tre, who rolled his eyes and lay onto his bed.
When his face hit the pillow he felt something hard underneath it. He reached under and pulled out a small black beaded bracelet. It was Carrie's. Tre clenched the bracelet in his fist and through it out of the window. Why did he have to fall in love with the girls COMPLETELY out of his league?
At Carrie's house, her father was yelling and shouting all around the house. Carrie had locked herself in her room and began to cry. She could see Tre doing the same in his room, which was opposite hers. She put her hand up on the glass, as if to stroke Tre's figure.
When she heard her father leave the house, Carrie got up and went downstairs. Her dad had smashed her dead mother's painting of Carrie when she was little. Carrie scowled and headed back over to Tre's place.
She was met at the door by a very pissed off Mike.
"Yeah?" He barked at her.
"Oh, hi Mike. Is Tre there?" Carrie said, peering behind Mike to look around the hallway.
"Oh, you must be Carrie. Tre left you something." Mike said, passing Carrie a note.
Carrie held it in her hands, as tears filled her eyes.
