“Jeez, Art! Why won’t آپ tell me?” I plopped down اگلے to her on the سوفی, لٹانا with a bowl of پاپ کارن, پوپکارن in hand. She looked over at me, “ ’Cuz I can’t.” She said. Then in a lower voice, “You’ll think I’m a freak.” I lifted my head up and laughed. “Freak? You’re talking to the girl who literally knows peoples thoughts and feelings!” She smiled, “I’ve got a lot on my mind, ok?” I brought my legs up to my chest, “Is it because of Wally?” I asked quietly. She snapped upright. “I-I didn’t read your mind! I swear! But the way آپ are acting, and how آپ always talk about him. آپ sure آپ are ok?” I blurted out. “Just peachy.” She mumbled. I sighed and clicked on the movie. This was going to be a long night.
Artemis slept over that night, but when I woke up, she was gone. I walked groggily to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ where my mom was flipping pancakes. “Mom, where’s Artemis?” I said, half-asleep. “Said she didn’t feel good last night and went home.” Mom کہا with her eyes focused on the pancakes. “Of course.” I whispered. “So how’s Dad doing?” I quickly changed the subject. Mom sighed, “Well, the nurses say he will be out in less than 2 months.” She کہا optimistically. I groaned. I know, it wasn’t my fault that he was a drug addict, یا that he came ہوم drunk and angry almost every night. But knowing how he felt when I called him, it made me want to cry. He didn’t even have any hint of wanting me back. I sat down at the میز, جدول and stared at the floor. Thinking about Shane. If he was here, would Dad have done any of that stuff? Probably not.
Mom slid a plate of پینکیکس in front of me and I pushed them away. “Honey, eat.” She کہا gently. I shook my head and walked away. I needed to do something. I needed to find out what was up with Artemis.
I rang the door to where Art lives, not expecting an immediate response. But almost as if she was waiting for me, her mom opened the door. “Hey, Mrs. Crock, is Artemis here?” I asked timidly. I focused in on her eyes, and could tell she was trying to hide something. “She’s….out.” Mrs. Crock کہا slowly. I raised an eyebrow, “But she کہا she wasn’t feeling great last night.” I said. She looked away. I could tell without reading her that she was trying to cover up something. But when I did read her, it was something about Happy Harbor. I smirked. “On سیکنڈ thought, tell Art I کہا hi. I have homework that I need to finish.“ Mrs. Crock seemed surprised, but nodded and closed the door.
At home, I decided I might want to bring a few things, just in case of an emergency. I picked up my cell phone and dialed.
“Hey Tony?”
“Yeah? Who is this?”
“It’s Rae.”
“Rae who?”
“Rae, the sister of your dead best friend?”
I groaned. Calling Tony wasn’t my first choice, but he knew my brother, and he built things. Tony was silent for a moment, then finally answered.
“Oh, whats up?
“I need آپ to make something for me.”
“Why?”
“Cuz it’s important! Please?”
He sighed, then said, “Fine, whudda آپ need?” I smiled. “I’ll come over and دکھائیں you. آپ still live in the same place as before right?” He waited a while,
“Yeah.”
“Great, see آپ in 5 minutes.” And I hung up the phone.
**Please تبصرہ and tell me what آپ think! Should I continue it?**
Artemis slept over that night, but when I woke up, she was gone. I walked groggily to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ where my mom was flipping pancakes. “Mom, where’s Artemis?” I said, half-asleep. “Said she didn’t feel good last night and went home.” Mom کہا with her eyes focused on the pancakes. “Of course.” I whispered. “So how’s Dad doing?” I quickly changed the subject. Mom sighed, “Well, the nurses say he will be out in less than 2 months.” She کہا optimistically. I groaned. I know, it wasn’t my fault that he was a drug addict, یا that he came ہوم drunk and angry almost every night. But knowing how he felt when I called him, it made me want to cry. He didn’t even have any hint of wanting me back. I sat down at the میز, جدول and stared at the floor. Thinking about Shane. If he was here, would Dad have done any of that stuff? Probably not.
Mom slid a plate of پینکیکس in front of me and I pushed them away. “Honey, eat.” She کہا gently. I shook my head and walked away. I needed to do something. I needed to find out what was up with Artemis.
I rang the door to where Art lives, not expecting an immediate response. But almost as if she was waiting for me, her mom opened the door. “Hey, Mrs. Crock, is Artemis here?” I asked timidly. I focused in on her eyes, and could tell she was trying to hide something. “She’s….out.” Mrs. Crock کہا slowly. I raised an eyebrow, “But she کہا she wasn’t feeling great last night.” I said. She looked away. I could tell without reading her that she was trying to cover up something. But when I did read her, it was something about Happy Harbor. I smirked. “On سیکنڈ thought, tell Art I کہا hi. I have homework that I need to finish.“ Mrs. Crock seemed surprised, but nodded and closed the door.
At home, I decided I might want to bring a few things, just in case of an emergency. I picked up my cell phone and dialed.
“Hey Tony?”
“Yeah? Who is this?”
“It’s Rae.”
“Rae who?”
“Rae, the sister of your dead best friend?”
I groaned. Calling Tony wasn’t my first choice, but he knew my brother, and he built things. Tony was silent for a moment, then finally answered.
“Oh, whats up?
“I need آپ to make something for me.”
“Why?”
“Cuz it’s important! Please?”
He sighed, then said, “Fine, whudda آپ need?” I smiled. “I’ll come over and دکھائیں you. آپ still live in the same place as before right?” He waited a while,
“Yeah.”
“Great, see آپ in 5 minutes.” And I hung up the phone.
**Please تبصرہ and tell me what آپ think! Should I continue it?**