Teen Ink
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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
((I'm backfor now, you post the start, please.))
((Okay, sorry it took a while. My internet is slow, just a warning))
"FOr the love of God, Garrett!"
William's face was red. Once again, he was yelling at Gar.rett Once again, his nephew wasn't acting like a teenage boy should. Come on, Oliver Twist? He should be outside, building up that scrawny .frame of his. "COme on, outside, move it!
Garrett shuffled lazily through the door and into the yard. "Okay," William began, but the phone cut him off. "We're teaching you to play football like you own the sport when I'm done with this call." He went inside and answered the phone. "Yes?"
Erie was in her house for the brief amount of time it took to get the mail from where her father had dropped it on the couch. She searched through the letters. A few of them looked promising, she stuck them into her pockets quickly. The door creeked open, she hears her dad walk into teh hous eand swore. He was supposed to at work! She quicklly tiptoed to the hallway, ehr father had gone into the kitchen. Darting down the hallway and out the door of the apartment she dashed down the stairs and out of the building. The letters were still in her pocket.
Friday sat back on an understuffed, dirty, ripped up couch in in the orphanage. She was feeling lazy today and watched as the other children went about their ow buisness. No perspective parents had come in today, and it had been pretty boring and quiet, something was going to happen. It always did on these type of days.
((Sorry it took me forever my computer been acting like it wants to be smashed with a jackhammar.))
"Hello, are you William?" He waited before answering "Yes?" The lady on the other end put him on hold, then a voice boomed through the earpiece. "Hey, Willy!" He sighed. His brother would call from work every day to check up on Garrett. Garrett was supposed to spend the summer with his uncle. So far, William was pretty disappointed. "Calling about Garrett?" "No! I was hoping to talk to him!" William shook his head and yelled out the door. "Phone!"
Garrett gratefully ran inside, thankful to be out of the sunlight. He picked up the phone. "Hello?" His father's voiced was loud. As long as William had known his brother, it had been a loud voice. "How's my boy doing?" "Well, umm..." he turned around. William was watching him, expressionless. "Uncle WIlliam and I were going to practice some football." He had tried- and failed- to project enthusiasm into his voice. William shook his head. "Well, Garrett, be safe. You have that trip to the bank in a month. You wouldn't want to have crutches." Thanks, Dad, that helped a lot.
Erie walked to the park and sat down under a large tree, she never sat on a bench because she found the grass more comfortable. Pulling the letters she'd grabbed out of he rpocket she opened the first one ad scanned it, it was nothing useful, just some charity hiding their request for money in a different type of envelope. She opened the next letter.
Friday boredly tapped her foot against the ground. She stared at the clock as the second hand inched along. This was boring, what was there to do though? She tawned and shifted on the old beat up couch, maybe she should get up and take a walk or something. Friday stood up an stretched, she looked out the window. It looked like it was a nice enough day outside, probably mor einteesting out there than in here anyway. She headed for the door and left the orphanage building.
After Garrett was done talking, William went to the bathroom. Sure, Garrett might slip away, but he'd have another chore to do if he did. WOuld Garrett really risk another chore? He had so many already because of his multiple goof-ups. When he was done, he exited, expecting to find Garrett standing in the living room, waiting for him eagerly. Maybe the boy would finally- FINALLY- come around.
As if. Garrett had taken the opportunity to bolt out the back door, down the street, and to the store, bumping into someone on his way. "Oof," he grunted, losing the wind in his chest. He turned around to apologize to the person he had bumped into.
Friday jumped when she was bumped into and stared at the scrawny boy. He didn't looked much young than she was, he might even be her age. She glared at him and muttered some not-so-nice things unde ryour brath, "Watch where going, kiddo." she muttered. She stared at him, he looked like he was about to say something. Probably some sort of apology that he didn't really mean.
Erie cursed and wadded up the letters she'd taken, none of them were useful! She threw them away into a neat by garbage and stalked through the park, she was hungry, time to find something to eat.
Garrett avoided her eyes and uttered a simple apology. "Sorry..." He didn't run away from her, in case she ried to call the cops or something. She may have thought he was a thief. He didn't want to hurt anyone though... He stayed there.
William punched a wall. How dare he run away! He needed to learn respect, hot to be a man! Not run off to the store or the arcade every single chance he got. It was William's brother's fault. He knew all along that the kid was spoiled. He thought of all of the exta stuff to toughen Garrett up some more.
Friday mumbled some more unice things unde rher breath about how pathetic his apology was. She walked past him on her way to nowhere in particualr. She shoved her hands in her pockets, the boy probably was a theif. A rich-kid theif who stole just for the fun of it. Good thing she had nothing to steal. She kept trudging down the sidewalk like she actually knew where she was going.
Erie walked along the sidewalk and looked around at the people, all the happy people, or the busy people. She studied each of the houses, her stomach growled. She ignored it, if she found food she'd eat, but she had to actualy find some first.
Garrett breathed ut a sigh of relief and sat down. She decided to leave him alone. Thank God. She could have pounded him into the ground without a problem. "Garrett!" Oh God... he turned around to see a red-faced William. William started yelling at him to get home, blah blah blah. Whatever...
Erie made her way to the store and watched from across teh street as a man yelled at a boy who looked about her age. The boy looked like he needed to be yeled at he was wimpy looking, scrawney, and didn't seem to be paying attention to the man. Erie leaned against the wall of the cafe as she watched the scene play out across the street. It was quite amusing actually, as long as the man didn'ts tart getting ohysically violent that is.
Friday turned around when she heard yelling, like a lot of other people on the street she watched the scene with the boy and man play out. She found it slightly interesting, but soon shrugged, and turned around, why should she care?
William grabbed Garrett's arm and started pulling him towards the house. Push-ups? Sit-ups? He needed to learn somehow, and technically he couldn't give Garrett parental punishments. "I should make you do push-ups until your arms detach from your shoulders!" he shouted. arrett looked legitimately scared. THat was good.
Garrett wanted to cry. He was getting yelled at for not wanting to play football? Was that honestly enough to yell at him? He was 16, for Christ's sake! Not that he'd point that out to William. Garrett sighed and followed his uncle, having frightening images of various strenuous exercises playing out in his head.
Erie watched the boy get pulled away, she almost laughed at the man's threat to the boy. If her father ever got his hands on her she'd be beaten for not obeying his orders. Of course she was usaully to quick to let him get his hands on her. She decided to follow them home, she wasn't sure why, maybe she'd find something interesting like a soup kitchen or something hear their place.
Friday turned around when the boy was threatened wth push-ups, the boy looked like he was about to cry. Pathetic!! Friday thought, first off the boy tried to steal from her, then he was caught by his father, or whoever that man was, he was told something about push ups and he looked like he was about to start sobbing.
Garrett was halfway home before he did the unspeakable. He spoke. (Ironic, huh?) "William, sir. Permission to speak." He had to ask permission. His uncle was militaristic around Garrett. William sighed. "Garrett, twenty should do fine." Garett hung his head. He was going to bring up that he hadn't eaten all day. William would feed him. Probably after the punishment. At least William could cook well. His own mother couldn't seem to operate a stove under any circumstances.
((I don't let RPs die. I'll rememebr without the bumps :)))
William stopped, causing Garrett to bump into him. William glared at him and whispered, his lips barely moving. "Someone's following us."
Garrett turned around and looked. He didn't know what kind of person he was supposed to be looking for. Maybe Uncle William is crazy, he thought. Either way, he didn't see anything. "LEt's go," William told him.
((I'll bump this then when you're not around. Okay?))
They made it to the house in silence. William turned around and barked at Garrett. "Drop down! Twenty!" Garrett did as he was told, reaching seven before he collapsed. Deep down, William felt bad. Maybe it was just the way Garrett was. He snapped himself out of it. No, boys needed to toughen up. At sixteen, he had to start being a man. Now! "Start again!"
Garrett groaned. He got back up, catching a glimpse of something moving in the window. He figured it was his imagination. Suddenly, he was tired of William and all of it. He got back down. One, two, three... "All the way down!" William yelled. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. He'd done it! He looked up. His uncle was smiling. That was a pleasant change. "I think you're figuring it out." He walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a package of hamburger. "Was that hard?
Garrett shook his head. Truthfully, it was easy. All he had to do was desire to shut William up, and he'd do fine in everything he did. He stepped outside, leaning against the house.
William took the hamburger out of the package, swelling with pride in his nephew. He finally understood! He could start doing a little more and a little more, and Garrett would become a man. He formed the hamburger into patties and pulled out a griddle plate, setting it on the stove and turning it on. He could cook him hamburgers, try football again, and go to bed with peace of mind.
Garrett walked over to the football on the ground, picked it up, and kicked it. The punt went for over forty yards. He wanted to be a kicker if he ahd to play, not a lineman or a safety. He'd even take receiver. William was so bent on having his way though... Garret walked back towards the outside wall and pulled out a Snickers bar, opening it and taking a small bite. Bet William wouldn't guess that would happen.
William took the hamburger out of the package, swelling with pride in his nephew. He finally understood! He could start doing a little more and a little more, and Garrett would become a man. He formed the hamburger into patties and pulled out a griddle plate, setting it on the stove and turning it on. He could cook him hamburgers, try football again, and go to bed with peace of mind.
Garrett walked over to the football on the ground, picked it up, and kicked it. The punt went for over forty yards. He wanted to be a kicker if he ahd to play, not a lineman or a safety. He'd even take receiver. William was so bent on having his way though... Garret walked back towards the outside wall and pulled out a Snickers bar, opening it and taking a small bite. Bet William wouldn't guess that would happen.
Erie saw Garrett kick the football as she quickly rolled around the othe rside of thehouse and getting up moved towards the back. She could sneak in later. She smelled some burgers cooking. She definently wanted to get in there. Those burgers smelt good. Her mouth watered at the aroma.
Friday watched the boy kick the football and raised an eyebrow, maybe he wasn't as wimpy as he looked. She made a mental note maybe he was from Neptune instead of Pluto.
