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Chapter 1

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October 5, 2009

Language Arts, 8

Period 2

 

A start of another autumn

 

       It was just the start of autumn and all the leaves in the trees were already falling. The season of fall always had fascinated me with its colors. But, in my brown front lawn only twelve leaves lie. However, Pierre, my neighbor, had a yard filled with vibrant yellow, deep orange, dark red, and creamy brown leaves. I remember when we were little; we would always play in the leaves. Every since Pierre turned fourteen he thought playing in the leaves was childish. I think he is just being naïve and won’t admit it. Every other person in Novel Alabama still would jump in the leaves except Pierre. Pierre has always been to mature for his age and easily overreacts. Don’t get me wrong, Pierre is one of my best friends, but sometimes he can just be a real stick-in-the-mud.

            Just then I heard a loud shrieking-type noise. It had to be my pet penguin, Pete. He was always making noises when he didn’t get his way. I can barely remember the first time I saw him. It was in a weird looking pet shop in the middle of nowhere and I decided to take a peek inside. Then I saw his irresistible face and his big eyes and bought him in almost in two minutes. After that I was grounded for about two years, but it was defiantly worth it.

            “Phoebe!  Get inside your going to catch a cold out there!”

 My mom was always worried I was going to get sick.  Especially since she heard about the swine flu! I have been inside for almost three months straight. It’s like being grounded again, but worse.

            “Okay, be there in a second!”

I really wish she would just get off my case. I am fourteen and a half; I deserve to have some freedom. Besides it was a beautiful day out, and barely any wind, how on earth could I catch a cold?

            On my way inside I heard Pierre call my name.

“Phoebe, wait up.”

“What Pierre?”

“What did you get on that math test today?”

I immediately knew why he was asking this question. He just wanted to rub in my face that he got a better grade.

“B, minus”

“Oh, well I got an A, plus!”

Called it! Pierre likes to be better than everybody; he likes to think he rules the world. Well, at least in school.

“Well that’s great Pierre. I’ll have to study more next time.”

“I can help you”

That’s another thing he liked to do. He absolutely, positively, loved to prove that he was so smart; he could try to teach other people how to be as “great” as he is.

“No Pierre, I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m Positive. Now my mom called me for dinner about five minutes ago. She is going to kill me if I’m not at that dinner table in the next thirty seconds.”

“Okay, by then!”

Finally he was off my back; I liked him so much better before he turned fourteen. It’s not even that great, you feel the same, and you just have more responsibilities. Especially if your mother was just like mine, psycho and controlling.

“Phoebe, sit down! We are all waiting for you.”

“Okay mom, I’m coming!”

I sat down at the dinner table and immediately my mom asked…

“How was school honey?”

“Boring, the usual”

“Well, what did you do?”

“Nothing”

“Did you learn anything new?”

“Nope”

My mom would always hassle me about school every since this one girl Mara Mud threatened to beat me up. And I was about eight at the time.

“Was there any trouble”

“Mom, nothing happened, absolutely no trouble.”

“Okay, I just don’t want you keeping these things bottled up. Did you know that ...”

Here she goes again with the percents. She spends all her spare time doing this I swear!

“Mom, May I please be excused”

“Yes, go and do your homework”

As quickly as I could I ran into my room and locked the door. Finally I was away from her. I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. I couldn’t wait till I could graduate and go to college and get away from this clown house. With my dad never home, my mom going crazy, and my brother always getting into trouble I did not care what it took, but I would get out of this house, and soon. I feel like a bomb just waiting for the right time to go off! It almost felt like my mom was making it harder and harder to not explode. Eventually, I promise you, I will get out, I will leave, one day soon!

 

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