Touring A Dream, chapter 16
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"What to wear? what to wear? what to wear?"
"Caroline calm down."
"I don't think I can."
"Well you have too."
"Why."
"Cause... your angering me."
"Fine, fine Jason." I said glaring at Jason Freeze, who was sitting on the couch reading a book. We were the only ones there I had no idea where they went and Jason wouldn't tell me unless I shut up so, naturally I didn't find out where they went.
"I'm hungry."
"Caroline, STOP TALKING!" He said putting his book roughly down on the ground and walking over to the counter with his back to me.
"Well, I'm sorry." I said in a tone that meant I wasn't serious. He turned around with the biggest butcher knife in his hand.
"Caroline... you don't have to really dress up like its prom or some really big thing. We are performing one song, then sitting down for the rest of the time seeing if we win anything. No ones gonna see us sitting there."
"Still, I never dress up."
"I can see why." I glared at him, he turned around and put the knife down, and opened the refrigerator and grabbed some food.
"When are they coming home?"
"If your quiet then I'll tell you."
"You know I'm not capable."
"I wasn't going to tell you anyway."
"What!"
"Forget about it." He mumbled picking up a sandwich he was making and walking into his room and shutting a door.
"Loser." I said, throwing some clothes into the corner of the room. I looked at the mound there, a small pile of clothing, all my clothing. I allayed wished I had more clothing but I found out not so long ago that I was pretty much done growing. Which stinks I am only 4' 9" at the age of 13.
Then someone knocked on the door.
"Coming!" I yelled. Walking up to the door and opening it, it was Mike and Tre.
"Guys the door wasn't locked."
"I know." Tre said. Then they pounced on me, each grabbing an arm. They dragged me toward the other side of the car they were driving and I tried to wiggle free. Once I got to the other side I saw Billie Joe, Jason White and Ronny each holding a good size bucket. I didn't want to know what was in that bucket. Mike and Tre were laughing at me as they dragged me over there, as soon as I got close enough they let go of me and I was eventually drenched from head ot foot in water.
"Haha you know what's kind of funny?"
"What?" I said gritting my teeth.
"That you didn't say one word while you where coming over here."
"What? Jason!" I said running back up to the van. I open the door saw him sitting back on his couch reading. I walked over to him took his book out of his hands and sitting on his lap.
"Well you what goes around comes around." I said.
"Caroline! My lap is wet!" He looked angry.
"So is mines I'm not complaining."
"Bitch."
"Whore."
"Slut." We both started laughing at each others combacks. Everyone else walked in, somehow wet. I looked at them questioningly.
"Water fight." Billie Joe said whose eyeliner was bleeding down his face.
"Oh."
"Tre start it?" Jason asked, whose lap I was still sitting on.
"I call first showing!" I leaped up and ran into the bathroom. I heard protesting outside the door, which eventually died down as I turned on the shower. When I got out of the shower, the rest of the day I never found an outfit.
"Caroline calm down."
"I don't think I can."
"Well you have too."
"Why."
"Cause... your angering me."
"Fine, fine Jason." I said glaring at Jason Freeze, who was sitting on the couch reading a book. We were the only ones there I had no idea where they went and Jason wouldn't tell me unless I shut up so, naturally I didn't find out where they went.
"I'm hungry."
"Caroline, STOP TALKING!" He said putting his book roughly down on the ground and walking over to the counter with his back to me.
"Well, I'm sorry." I said in a tone that meant I wasn't serious. He turned around with the biggest butcher knife in his hand.
"Caroline... you don't have to really dress up like its prom or some really big thing. We are performing one song, then sitting down for the rest of the time seeing if we win anything. No ones gonna see us sitting there."
"Still, I never dress up."
"I can see why." I glared at him, he turned around and put the knife down, and opened the refrigerator and grabbed some food.
"When are they coming home?"
"If your quiet then I'll tell you."
"You know I'm not capable."
"I wasn't going to tell you anyway."
"What!"
"Forget about it." He mumbled picking up a sandwich he was making and walking into his room and shutting a door.
"Loser." I said, throwing some clothes into the corner of the room. I looked at the mound there, a small pile of clothing, all my clothing. I allayed wished I had more clothing but I found out not so long ago that I was pretty much done growing. Which stinks I am only 4' 9" at the age of 13.
Then someone knocked on the door.
"Coming!" I yelled. Walking up to the door and opening it, it was Mike and Tre.
"Guys the door wasn't locked."
"I know." Tre said. Then they pounced on me, each grabbing an arm. They dragged me toward the other side of the car they were driving and I tried to wiggle free. Once I got to the other side I saw Billie Joe, Jason White and Ronny each holding a good size bucket. I didn't want to know what was in that bucket. Mike and Tre were laughing at me as they dragged me over there, as soon as I got close enough they let go of me and I was eventually drenched from head ot foot in water.
"Haha you know what's kind of funny?"
"What?" I said gritting my teeth.
"That you didn't say one word while you where coming over here."
"What? Jason!" I said running back up to the van. I open the door saw him sitting back on his couch reading. I walked over to him took his book out of his hands and sitting on his lap.
"Well you what goes around comes around." I said.
"Caroline! My lap is wet!" He looked angry.
"So is mines I'm not complaining."
"Bitch."
"Whore."
"Slut." We both started laughing at each others combacks. Everyone else walked in, somehow wet. I looked at them questioningly.
"Water fight." Billie Joe said whose eyeliner was bleeding down his face.
"Oh."
"Tre start it?" Jason asked, whose lap I was still sitting on.
"I call first showing!" I leaped up and ran into the bathroom. I heard protesting outside the door, which eventually died down as I turned on the shower. When I got out of the shower, the rest of the day I never found an outfit.
