[color=#FF8000][color=#FF8000]1 ~ Bree ~
As dismissal bell rings I shut my science book and shoved them in my desk with the rest of my things. Then I stand up, grab my bag and walk out of the classroom. Once outside, I get my bike and ride off. The rain is cold and being the middle of October the air is already chilly enough in my opinion.
I turn off the main road and onto Cedar Brook Grove then off onto a dirt path leading through the woods. After a little while, a small tattered cabin rises from the path. When I arrive there I slow down and shove my bike under the porch. I run up the stairs to the door and dig in my pockets for the keys. Buttons, an acorn, a wad of cash, coins, and finally my fingers feel the metallic of the key. I unlock the door and step inside.
Ah the comfort of home. I change into a sweat suit and head down to the kitchen again.
I yank carrots, celery, potatoes, beans, and some cut chicken out of the freezer box. I cut this all up and pour it into a pot filled with water and chicken broth. Then I light the fire and hang the pot to cook. I’m about to get Whynn from Melanie’s house, but I remember, she’s supposed to be home by now. Crud.
I arrive at school and see Whynn’s bike there as usual. I walk into the detention room and sure enough, Whynn is there. Must’ve picked another fight.
“C’mon Whynn,” I hiss through gritted teeth, “Go outside and wait for me.”
I yank her up and push her to the door. Then I apologize to the office lady and leave myself.
Outside Whynn’s waiting for me so she can, yet again, try and ‘explain’.
I hold my hand up to stop her and say, “Hurry up.”
Then pedal away, with her following.
“But Bree!” she calls after me, “It was Joey Smith again!” she protests. “I was just defending myself!”
She still had no right to mess with him.
Whynn already has enough to worry about. Sixth grade is like a jungle. I’m the responsible one just ‘cause I’m a few minutes older. But to tell you the truth I’m best friends with Joey Smith, he just has a rivalry with Whynn.
Once we’re home, I send Whynn to Melanie’s so they can make up the time Whynn’s detention took away. She ends up having dinner with Mel, so I invite Luna over for dinner.
Luna is the only out-of-the-family person that knows how and where Whynn and I live. Luna is Whynn’s friend too, and Melanie is my friend, just Luna and I get along better and Whynn and Melanie get along better than if we’d switch it up.
Eventually, Luna shows up and I serve the soup.
“You know, Whynn should really let Melanie know about this.” Luna says with her mouthful.
“Yeah, but Melanie gossips. With that kind of reputation, I wouldn’t trust her with a blueberry.” I explain.
Luna giggles, she soon breaks out in a hilarious laugh and soup squirts out her nose. Now I’m laughing too!
I try to be as responsible and mature as I can given all the authority, but I just can’t help being footloose and fancy-free!
Soon enough a burping contest begins, “BBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!” Luna’s first blow rattles the windows, “BBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!” Mine shakes the whole house! Finally, she leans back in her chair and puts her hands up in the air, I win! She chows down again and I head to the kitchen to clean up. Then after a few minutes, she’s done and we sit down in the living room.
“Do you want to sleep over?” I ask Luna.
“Sure, but I’ve gotta ask my mom first.”
“Well don’t bother going all the way home to ask, just say it was too stormy out and we weren’t allowed to go outside.” I suggest.
“I like the way your mind thinks. Can I borrow a toothbrush and some pajamas?”
In the morning I realize Whynn’s not home yet.
“Luna,” I whisper, “I’m going to get Whynn from Melanie’s house.”
She grunts and rolls over. Gosh she sleeps late, it’s already eleven o’clock.
Once outside, I dig my bike out and pedal of onto Cedar Brook Grove again. Then I turn onto the main road and on to Rose Creek Lane. I ride up three blocks and at the second house on the fourth block I see Melanie’s mom and Whynn on the front porch.
Whynn looks sick. As I arrive the house, I see that she is crying, not sick.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Bree… BREE… I, I didn’t m-mean it! I-I t-t-told th-them! BREE! WE HAVE TO LEAVE THEY ARE GOING TO TELL THEM! BREE!!” she sobbed.
I understood. She told Melanie about us. Living alone in the woods, run a ways from the orphanage.
“WHYNN! WHYNN!!” I’m so MAD!!![/color][/color]
