Say what? I have FOUR PARENTS!?, chapter 5
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My eyes went as wide as they possibly could, and I almost dropped my phone. Shaking, I handed it to a confused Dad.
"Hello?" he answered, taking it from my hands. "What...Oh god. Oh god, no. Please tell me you're kidding." He stepped out of the car and continued talking.
"Ami? Sweetheart? What happened?" Mom asked.
"Mom...Dad...Sahara...Ron...," I muttered, sliding down in my seat and looking at the car floor. "London...bombed...they're..." I started shaking again. "...Dead..." Layla, Ramona, and Stella hugged me, and I started crying.
"Oh my god, Ami," Mom said, doing a complete 180 in her seat and putting her hand on my shoulder. "Come on. Everyone out of the car and into the Starbucks." We all got out on Mom's order, and Layla and Ramona put their arms on my shoulders. Once we were inside and past the stares-I'm not sure if it was because of Mike, Mom, and Tre (Dad was still on the phone), because we were such a large group, or because of a large group and a sobbing, shaking nine-year-old-we put three tables together and sat down. A waitress came over and took our orders.
"I'm Callie, and I'll be servin' ya'll this mornin'," she said in one of those Tennessee accents. "It's all on the house for ya'll."
"Coffee," Mike ordered.
"ORANGE!" Tre yelled.
"MOCHA!" Stella yelled.
"FRAPPUCINO!" they yelled together, giving each other high-fives.
"I'll just have a caramel cappucino," Mom ordered. "As for him," she pointed to Dad, who was just coming in the door, "A Double Dutch."
"Something with all your vanilla in it for us," Layla said, ordering for both her and me. I nodded.
"Chocolate. All the chocolate you HAVE," Ramona grinned.
"Me too," Joey said.
"Water, pwease," Jake said, Frankito nodding furiously beside him.
"Alrighty. It'll be out for ya'll soon," Callie laughed.
"Okay...," Dad sighed, sliding in beside Mom. "This is what Lexi told me. Apparently, Sahara got caught in the 8:00 London bombing, Ron was killed minutes later in the subway bombing." I started shaking again and fresh tears rolled down my face, crashing all around me. Dad seperated the two of the tables and hugged me. I buried my face onto his shoulder and just cried.
"Ami, wake up," Layla said, shaking me awake. "We're at your new house." I yawned, stretched, looked around, and remembered what happened. I was soon in a depressed state. "Come on, cheer up a little."
"How!?" I yelled. "How the hell HOW!?" I was about to start crying, but my anger took over and stopped it.
"Sissy, come ons," Jake said, grabbing my hand and tugging at it towards the house. I couldn't help but smile at him as my anger melted away. Ya gotta love little kids.
"I'm comin' Jake, don' you worry," I laughed, climbing out of the car with Layla, Ramona, Joey, and Stella-in that order-behind me.
"Hey!" Ramona yelped, suddenly rememberring something. "Let me show you your room! Me and Stella did it, with Adie's help, of course."
"Sure." I didn't get it. How could I be so happy right after something so devestating just happened to me? Oh well. I guess things just happen because they do.
"You comin' or not, slowpoke?" Stella laughed, Ramona already inside and at the stairs, tapping her foot in impatience.
"Yeah. I'm comin'," I replied, rolling my eyes and racing Stella up to where Ramona was waiting and into my room. "Wow...Nice job." The walls were black with red stripes-or vice versa, one of the two-and posters galore: Green Day and a bunch of others I didn't know. The only other one I recognized was Nirvana. Obviously, all of Green Day's CDs were in the rack, and there was a LOT I didn't know. I had a big queen bed, with little smiling skulls on the comforter and black and red striped sheets. The pillows were assorted: black, red, mixed, black with red skulls, and red with black skulls. My favorite thing? No pink ANYWHERE. "I LOVE IT!" I screamed, pulling Mom, Ramona, and Stella into a hug. "THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR NOT PUTTING ANY PINK IN! AND I LOVELOVELOVE SKULLS!!!!" They all laughed.
"Hello?" he answered, taking it from my hands. "What...Oh god. Oh god, no. Please tell me you're kidding." He stepped out of the car and continued talking.
"Ami? Sweetheart? What happened?" Mom asked.
"Mom...Dad...Sahara...Ron...," I muttered, sliding down in my seat and looking at the car floor. "London...bombed...they're..." I started shaking again. "...Dead..." Layla, Ramona, and Stella hugged me, and I started crying.
"Oh my god, Ami," Mom said, doing a complete 180 in her seat and putting her hand on my shoulder. "Come on. Everyone out of the car and into the Starbucks." We all got out on Mom's order, and Layla and Ramona put their arms on my shoulders. Once we were inside and past the stares-I'm not sure if it was because of Mike, Mom, and Tre (Dad was still on the phone), because we were such a large group, or because of a large group and a sobbing, shaking nine-year-old-we put three tables together and sat down. A waitress came over and took our orders.
"I'm Callie, and I'll be servin' ya'll this mornin'," she said in one of those Tennessee accents. "It's all on the house for ya'll."
"Coffee," Mike ordered.
"ORANGE!" Tre yelled.
"MOCHA!" Stella yelled.
"FRAPPUCINO!" they yelled together, giving each other high-fives.
"I'll just have a caramel cappucino," Mom ordered. "As for him," she pointed to Dad, who was just coming in the door, "A Double Dutch."
"Something with all your vanilla in it for us," Layla said, ordering for both her and me. I nodded.
"Chocolate. All the chocolate you HAVE," Ramona grinned.
"Me too," Joey said.
"Water, pwease," Jake said, Frankito nodding furiously beside him.
"Alrighty. It'll be out for ya'll soon," Callie laughed.
"Okay...," Dad sighed, sliding in beside Mom. "This is what Lexi told me. Apparently, Sahara got caught in the 8:00 London bombing, Ron was killed minutes later in the subway bombing." I started shaking again and fresh tears rolled down my face, crashing all around me. Dad seperated the two of the tables and hugged me. I buried my face onto his shoulder and just cried.
"Ami, wake up," Layla said, shaking me awake. "We're at your new house." I yawned, stretched, looked around, and remembered what happened. I was soon in a depressed state. "Come on, cheer up a little."
"How!?" I yelled. "How the hell HOW!?" I was about to start crying, but my anger took over and stopped it.
"Sissy, come ons," Jake said, grabbing my hand and tugging at it towards the house. I couldn't help but smile at him as my anger melted away. Ya gotta love little kids.
"I'm comin' Jake, don' you worry," I laughed, climbing out of the car with Layla, Ramona, Joey, and Stella-in that order-behind me.
"Hey!" Ramona yelped, suddenly rememberring something. "Let me show you your room! Me and Stella did it, with Adie's help, of course."
"Sure." I didn't get it. How could I be so happy right after something so devestating just happened to me? Oh well. I guess things just happen because they do.
"You comin' or not, slowpoke?" Stella laughed, Ramona already inside and at the stairs, tapping her foot in impatience.
"Yeah. I'm comin'," I replied, rolling my eyes and racing Stella up to where Ramona was waiting and into my room. "Wow...Nice job." The walls were black with red stripes-or vice versa, one of the two-and posters galore: Green Day and a bunch of others I didn't know. The only other one I recognized was Nirvana. Obviously, all of Green Day's CDs were in the rack, and there was a LOT I didn't know. I had a big queen bed, with little smiling skulls on the comforter and black and red striped sheets. The pillows were assorted: black, red, mixed, black with red skulls, and red with black skulls. My favorite thing? No pink ANYWHERE. "I LOVE IT!" I screamed, pulling Mom, Ramona, and Stella into a hug. "THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR NOT PUTTING ANY PINK IN! AND I LOVELOVELOVE SKULLS!!!!" They all laughed.
