Post by *Spanglestar on Sept 7, 2008 17:30:22 GMT -5
Chapter 2
As we pulled up to Chandler’s house, I crossed my arms. “I am NOT getting out of the car!” I said angrily.
“Yes you are!” Mom said, opening the door with the auto-opener. “We are both going.”
I felt a tear sting my cheek. This couldn’t be happening. “No,” I whispered. Memories of Chandler clouded my mind, giving me a headache and serious nervousness.
I leaped out of the car and watched the house suspiciously. Suddenly the shade flipped back. I jumped. “It’s a ghost!” I wailed.
Mom sighed. “No, it’s not. It’s probably just Chandler.”
I screwed up my face, not sure how I made my feet carry me towards the door. My legs, as heavy as lead, were shaking and I felt light-headed. I skipped behind mom. “Get me away!” I hissed. “Chandler hates me as much as I hate him!”
“Don’t hate. And I’m sure that’s not true.” Mom replied sternly, ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and Chandler stepped out, carrying what appeared to be Yappy.
Chandler, very short with blond hair with gold and brown stripes, freckles, and green eyes, wasn’t smiling. It was the first time I had seen him not smile since the day I met him. His eyes were full of sadness and I could tell that he had been crying.
Something pulled at me to feel sorry for him, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I shut my eyes. Mom started talking to him and he answered something. Seeing them turn, I raced into the car and put my seat belt on, my eyes blazing fire.
He dropped Yappy in the car and she jumped on me. My love of dogs took me over. I tried not to smile. Yappy was gold with an adorable white face. She licked my hand. I giggled and handed her to Chandler.
My eyes locked on his. My hazel eyes, lit with fury, blazed into his calm and sad green ones. Just then, shock like a lightning bolt hit me. It jerked me, an I bit back a yelp.
“Chandler…” I choked on the last letter, feeling very faint. “I’m sorry...about…”
He nodded, but with confusion in his eyes. “It’s okay. After all, I’m not homeless now.”
I looked away, blinking away tears. I couldn’t imagine life without my parents. Now I felt sorry for Chandler. Something pushed me towards him. I tried to ignore it. I looked down.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“N-nothing…” I tried to control myself and stop acting insane. I looked up and realized we were at our house. “We get out now.” I said suddenly.
“Okay.” Chandler replied, laughing. He smiled. I had made him smile? Wow. Weird.
As I raced into the door, I willed Gizmo and Buster not to bark at Yappy. Strangely, they sniffed her curiously. They seemed to like each other.
“This is Buster,” I told Chandler, pointing to our brindle cairn. “And this little rascal is Gizmo.” I picked up the wheaten cairn terrier.
Chandler smiled. He must like dogs, I noted. “I think I’ve seen Gizmo before.”
“Oh yeah!” I said, remembering that Mom had brought Gizmo to dance for Istanbul sometimes. “Want to see my room?” I asked, dropping Gizmo.
“Sure.”
I raced up the stairs, Chandler hot on my heels. I kicked the door to make it open, then walked in.
Chandler’s eyes widened. “How many Webkinz do you have?”
“Fifty-seven.” I replied, giggling.
Chandler dropped his suitcase on the floor. “I have thirteen.” He walked around my room, looking at everything.
I scrambled up to my desk and looked at my four Chihuahua figurines. One of them looked exactly like Yappy. I grabbed it and gave it to Chandler. “Here,” I said.
He smiled at it and looked at me. “Thanks.” He walked over to my poster. “Grease Lightning.”
“Probably.” I laughed.
He smiled. “Ooh.” I followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at my scrapbook. Mom had just finished this year’s.
I opened it, flipping through the pages.
“Disneyland!” he said.
“Yup.” I smiled. “What’s your favorite ride?”
“California Screamin’.”
“I thought so.” I replied. “I love Big Thunder the most, but I really like Tower of Terror and California Screamin’. And Space Mountain.”
He nodded. I could see that he was still very very sad. He probably wouldn’t get that much better. After all, he wouldn’t be seeing his parents again for a long time.
This time, I let my heart reach out to him. But I stopped and turned my nose up. I sighed. Why did I want to be nice to Chandler all of a sudden?
As we pulled up to Chandler’s house, I crossed my arms. “I am NOT getting out of the car!” I said angrily.
“Yes you are!” Mom said, opening the door with the auto-opener. “We are both going.”
I felt a tear sting my cheek. This couldn’t be happening. “No,” I whispered. Memories of Chandler clouded my mind, giving me a headache and serious nervousness.
I leaped out of the car and watched the house suspiciously. Suddenly the shade flipped back. I jumped. “It’s a ghost!” I wailed.
Mom sighed. “No, it’s not. It’s probably just Chandler.”
I screwed up my face, not sure how I made my feet carry me towards the door. My legs, as heavy as lead, were shaking and I felt light-headed. I skipped behind mom. “Get me away!” I hissed. “Chandler hates me as much as I hate him!”
“Don’t hate. And I’m sure that’s not true.” Mom replied sternly, ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and Chandler stepped out, carrying what appeared to be Yappy.
Chandler, very short with blond hair with gold and brown stripes, freckles, and green eyes, wasn’t smiling. It was the first time I had seen him not smile since the day I met him. His eyes were full of sadness and I could tell that he had been crying.
Something pulled at me to feel sorry for him, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I shut my eyes. Mom started talking to him and he answered something. Seeing them turn, I raced into the car and put my seat belt on, my eyes blazing fire.
He dropped Yappy in the car and she jumped on me. My love of dogs took me over. I tried not to smile. Yappy was gold with an adorable white face. She licked my hand. I giggled and handed her to Chandler.
My eyes locked on his. My hazel eyes, lit with fury, blazed into his calm and sad green ones. Just then, shock like a lightning bolt hit me. It jerked me, an I bit back a yelp.
“Chandler…” I choked on the last letter, feeling very faint. “I’m sorry...about…”
He nodded, but with confusion in his eyes. “It’s okay. After all, I’m not homeless now.”
I looked away, blinking away tears. I couldn’t imagine life without my parents. Now I felt sorry for Chandler. Something pushed me towards him. I tried to ignore it. I looked down.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“N-nothing…” I tried to control myself and stop acting insane. I looked up and realized we were at our house. “We get out now.” I said suddenly.
“Okay.” Chandler replied, laughing. He smiled. I had made him smile? Wow. Weird.
As I raced into the door, I willed Gizmo and Buster not to bark at Yappy. Strangely, they sniffed her curiously. They seemed to like each other.
“This is Buster,” I told Chandler, pointing to our brindle cairn. “And this little rascal is Gizmo.” I picked up the wheaten cairn terrier.
Chandler smiled. He must like dogs, I noted. “I think I’ve seen Gizmo before.”
“Oh yeah!” I said, remembering that Mom had brought Gizmo to dance for Istanbul sometimes. “Want to see my room?” I asked, dropping Gizmo.
“Sure.”
I raced up the stairs, Chandler hot on my heels. I kicked the door to make it open, then walked in.
Chandler’s eyes widened. “How many Webkinz do you have?”
“Fifty-seven.” I replied, giggling.
Chandler dropped his suitcase on the floor. “I have thirteen.” He walked around my room, looking at everything.
I scrambled up to my desk and looked at my four Chihuahua figurines. One of them looked exactly like Yappy. I grabbed it and gave it to Chandler. “Here,” I said.
He smiled at it and looked at me. “Thanks.” He walked over to my poster. “Grease Lightning.”
“Probably.” I laughed.
He smiled. “Ooh.” I followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at my scrapbook. Mom had just finished this year’s.
I opened it, flipping through the pages.
“Disneyland!” he said.
“Yup.” I smiled. “What’s your favorite ride?”
“California Screamin’.”
“I thought so.” I replied. “I love Big Thunder the most, but I really like Tower of Terror and California Screamin’. And Space Mountain.”
He nodded. I could see that he was still very very sad. He probably wouldn’t get that much better. After all, he wouldn’t be seeing his parents again for a long time.
This time, I let my heart reach out to him. But I stopped and turned my nose up. I sighed. Why did I want to be nice to Chandler all of a sudden?
