The Three of Us, chapter 2
"So do you guys wanna go?" dad asked. We were all seated at Tre's large dining table. It was one of our usual gatherings with Mike, Brittney, Stella, Tre, Franky (Frankito), Claudia and Mona. We always found a reason to celebrate something, this time being that Ramona was here in Oakland for the short spring break, down from New York.
"Well?" dad asked again impatiently.
"I don't know," I said, "I mean, camp? For two weeks? We're a bit too old for that now."
"No, this camp will be good!" dad insisted.
I highly doubted that. It seemed that the adults had just wanted to get rid of all of us for the holidays by dumping us at a lame music camp. Between us all, we played a lot of instruments, and had a lot of musical talents; Meeka and I played piano, Franky and Jayde played electric guitar, Stella sung, and Mona played drums. Plus Meeka, Jayde and I all danced.
"No, I don't think I want to go," said Jayde. We all pretty much agreed.
"Well, we've all already made our minds up kids, your going!" said Tre over the top of everyone else whinging.
We all groaned. Music camp. What joy.
"Mum, have you seen my other black bra or my phone?" I yelled, rushing around my room, desperately but hopelessly trying to find some lingerie which I had forgotten to pack.
"Didn't you pack it last night?" mum yelled back.
"No, I forgot!"
"Hurry up Ciarra, your gonna miss the bus!" dad yelled impatiently from down stairs, where Jayde and Meeka were ready and waiting.
"Errgh... I'm coming, I'm coming. Have any of you seen my phone or my bra?"
"Yeah, I think I borrowed your bra the other night when I couldn't find mine," dad yelled sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. Ah ha! My phone! It was lying under my bed. I picked it up and decided that I'd have to use my other bras that I'd packed.
I rushed down stairs and out the door, with everyone else behind me. We piled into the car, and drove off.
When we got there, we saw the others already waiting outside of the big bus. There were other teenagers and their families too, some were waiting around the bus, and others had already got on.
We said our goodbyes and boarded the bus. I sat next to Jayde. The bus wasn't leaving for another couple of minutes. Jayde and I were just staring out the window, when a guy around my age plonked himself in the seat in front of us. He was hot. He had spiked blonde hair and, from what I could see, bright blue eyes.
I got out my phone and called mum, who was waiting with the other adults for the bus to leave. She picked up and looked at me, like we were having a face to face conversation, but with a glass window and a couple of metres in between.
"Miss me already? You've got a long way to go!" mum laughed.
"No, look at the guy in front of us," I whispered so that he wouldn't hear. Mum and I were really close. I could tell her just about anything.
"What about him?"
"How hot is he!?!"
Mum laughed, and opened her mouth to answer, but dad pulled the phone away from her.
"Ciarra Clare Armstrong! Don't you dare even fuckin' think about it!"
"Think about what?" I said innocently."
"Any sexual activity of any kind with that guy!"
I snorted. Since he found out Jayde did it with her boyfriend a couple of months ago, Dad always assumed that I was going to have sex with any guy I lay my eyes on.
"Well?" dad asked again impatiently.
"I don't know," I said, "I mean, camp? For two weeks? We're a bit too old for that now."
"No, this camp will be good!" dad insisted.
I highly doubted that. It seemed that the adults had just wanted to get rid of all of us for the holidays by dumping us at a lame music camp. Between us all, we played a lot of instruments, and had a lot of musical talents; Meeka and I played piano, Franky and Jayde played electric guitar, Stella sung, and Mona played drums. Plus Meeka, Jayde and I all danced.
"No, I don't think I want to go," said Jayde. We all pretty much agreed.
"Well, we've all already made our minds up kids, your going!" said Tre over the top of everyone else whinging.
We all groaned. Music camp. What joy.
"Mum, have you seen my other black bra or my phone?" I yelled, rushing around my room, desperately but hopelessly trying to find some lingerie which I had forgotten to pack.
"Didn't you pack it last night?" mum yelled back.
"No, I forgot!"
"Hurry up Ciarra, your gonna miss the bus!" dad yelled impatiently from down stairs, where Jayde and Meeka were ready and waiting.
"Errgh... I'm coming, I'm coming. Have any of you seen my phone or my bra?"
"Yeah, I think I borrowed your bra the other night when I couldn't find mine," dad yelled sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. Ah ha! My phone! It was lying under my bed. I picked it up and decided that I'd have to use my other bras that I'd packed.
I rushed down stairs and out the door, with everyone else behind me. We piled into the car, and drove off.
When we got there, we saw the others already waiting outside of the big bus. There were other teenagers and their families too, some were waiting around the bus, and others had already got on.
We said our goodbyes and boarded the bus. I sat next to Jayde. The bus wasn't leaving for another couple of minutes. Jayde and I were just staring out the window, when a guy around my age plonked himself in the seat in front of us. He was hot. He had spiked blonde hair and, from what I could see, bright blue eyes.
I got out my phone and called mum, who was waiting with the other adults for the bus to leave. She picked up and looked at me, like we were having a face to face conversation, but with a glass window and a couple of metres in between.
"Miss me already? You've got a long way to go!" mum laughed.
"No, look at the guy in front of us," I whispered so that he wouldn't hear. Mum and I were really close. I could tell her just about anything.
"What about him?"
"How hot is he!?!"
Mum laughed, and opened her mouth to answer, but dad pulled the phone away from her.
"Ciarra Clare Armstrong! Don't you dare even fuckin' think about it!"
"Think about what?" I said innocently."
"Any sexual activity of any kind with that guy!"
I snorted. Since he found out Jayde did it with her boyfriend a couple of months ago, Dad always assumed that I was going to have sex with any guy I lay my eyes on.
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