“Owen! Get down here, now!” Mom hollered from the bottom of the stairs.
“What?” I yelled back, looking up from my book.
“Just let me finish this chapter!”
“Owen, this is the third time-”
“Fine, I’ll be down in a sec!” I put down my book, spine up, on my bed. Taking the stairs two at a time, I only stopped at the landing to slide down the balcony for the rest of the way.
Mom, dad, and Emmy were all sitting around the table, plates already set in front of them.
“Okay, so you know that new girl, like, Kate?” Emmy was saying.
“Oh, Dr. Lancaster’s kid?” Dad asked.
I took a plate from out of the cabinet and heaped a pile of casserole on it.
“I heard she’s moving in right up the road from us.” Emmy continued.
Mom chewed thoughtfully for a moment. “Maybe you could go see if she needs anything.”
I sat down next to dad. “Tomorrow.” He said. “You should go tomorrow.”
“I can’t. I have dance.” Emmy said, looking over at me.
“I don’t wanna go alone.” I complained.
“I could go with you.” Mom suggested. I made a face at my plate.
“I’ll just go on my own.” I muttered. Mom and dad agreed, looking happy.
Dinner went on from that, progressing to stocks (on my dad’s side), parties (on Emmy’s side), and how glad everyone was that school was over (on my mom’s side, although everyone agreed to that one.)
“Oh! It’s my show!” Emmy shrieked, looking at the clock and dashing into the kitchen. She put her dishes in the sink and rushed into the living room, where the sounds of a sitcom drifted from.
“She really likes that show.” Mom murmured, placing her own dishes into the sink and opening the dishwasher. Dad and I rinsed the dishes and put them all into the dishwasher.
“I’ll be in my study.” Dad said, pushing his wire-rimmed glasses farther up on his nose. He ruffled my hair, although we both knew I was too old for stuff like that. Dad and I have the same hair: a plain-looking carrot top. Other than that, I look like mom: dark green eyes, pale complexion and a normal frame. Dad and Emmy share the tall, thin structure, as well as the dark brown eyes. Although everyone else had gotten our parent’s bad eyesight, only dad and I wore glasses. Mom and Emmy both thought it better to wear contacts.
“Owen, I’m going to turn in early tonight.” Mom said, although she always went to sleep early.
“Sure, but I was thinking I’d go on a little bike ride.”
“That’s fine, but be back before nine.” She hugged me before going out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
My bike was in the garage, so I quickly went in a grabbed it. I pulled it up the three steps next to the door and into the driveway. Coasting down the slight slope, I smiled into the night air.
I pedaled into town, waving at all the cars that passed by. I came to a stop in front of the animal shelter.
“Hey, Mr. C.!” I said, high-fiving Mr. Candaletto, the old Italian who was in charge of running the place. He stood out front, keys in hand.
“Owen, how’s it going?” He smiled to me.
“I don’t need any help right now, sorry.” He smiled again.
“It’s okay, I was just stopping by.”
“It was good to see you!” I pedaled off, back home. It was already dark, so I checked my watch.
“8:56!” I said. I pedaled faster. I cut through a field, booking it as fast as possible. I was going to fast to keep my eye on where I was, when I saw the sign. Millbrook, I thought to myself, uh-oh. I kept my eyes wide open as I sped over the pavement. Chad and his evil minions were liable to show up at any time, just like they always had in the past. Chad, who lived on Millbrook, was the neighborhood bully-in-residence. A five foot tall, spiky haired little punk, he often caused more damage than one would have thought someone with his mental capacity would be capable of.
I breathed a sigh of relief as my house came into sight. I wheeled my bike back into the garage, locking the door behind me as I came into the house. Emmy was still in front of the couch, fast asleep, with her arm hanging off the couch and her mouth slightly open. I walked through the hallway to my dad’s study, where he does his whole “important-math-business-having-to-do-with-large-numbers”, as we all called it (not to his face, however-if we did, he would start on a whole lecture about the importance of math in one’s life.)
“I’m back.” I said, leaning in the doorway.
“You were gone?” He said, genuinely wondering.
“Thanks, dad.” I said sarcastically. I walked up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. There was no light coming through the crack under mom’s door, so I remained quiet as I changed and got into bed. Although it normally took me a while to go to sleep, I had no trouble that night.
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