Chapter One; Part Three

As I was getting my socks, Richard came to my door.

            “Someone’s running a little late,” he said, just warming up.

            “What do you want, Richard?” I asked snottily, getting ready for what was next.

            “I heard you last night, talking to Mallory. I wasn’t going to let you talk to her, but Rachel insisted. I was prepared to yell, but I thought you could use a break, you know, ‘cause I’m so nice and all.” I couldn’t help but snort at that.

            “Yes, you are the nicest person I know.” To bad he didn’t catch on to the sarcasm.

Smiling, he said, “Yes, yes, I know. But anyway, your mother insisted that I punish you.” Yeah, right. “We are astonished with your behavior. You have no right whatsoever to talk badly about me behind my back. You can try to keep it a secret, but you were being careless.”

            “UUhhh… In case you haven’t noticed, I spoke that loudly on purpose-idiot.” I mumbled that last part; I didn’t dare say it to his face.”

            “What? I couldn’t here half of what you said. You really need to quit mumbling.” I just glared at him.

            “Well, your punishment is no cellular telephone for a month! Perhaps that will help you think about what you’ve done. Now, finish getting ready, and give me the phone.” I did, glaring at him.

            “Creep.” Gosh, he’s such a geek! Cellular telephone? If my friend, Abby, heard him say that, she would think he was from prehistoric times, not knowing what he’s talking about. But I couldn’t blame her, he sure looks the part!

             Abby Gale is on the short side, has dark, curly brown hair, has a face full of freckles, and is super tan- her dad owns a tanning booth. Her eyes are bright

            But, otherwise, Abby is pretty cool. I think that it would be hard to live without all her quirks and mess-ups. More to the point, I don’t think that she could live without Mal and me.

            As soon as Richard was gone, I opened up my underwear drawer. Hhhmmm… where is it? Aha. Here we go. I always keep a spare cell in case Richard takes mine away. He takes my IPhone, I take out my Quickfire. That was my old phone- whenever I get a new cell, I throw the backup in the junk drawer.         Then I take my previous phone and put it in my underwear drawer. I always keep the simcards in most of the phones-just in case. I’ve gotten my phone taken away several times since Richard got here. Before he came, it was taken away about once a year. Maybe not even at all.

green- they’re almost blinding! She’s really pretty. To bad she’s dumb as a post. OK, maybe I’m overdoing it. But I have reasons. First, she mistook stick superglue for chap stick, and glued her lips together! She thought her mom bought her oversized, glue-flavored chap stick. She ended up going to the emergency room, for 4 hours! Once, she bought a power strip, and she plugged it into itself. She couldn’t figure out why her lamp wouldn’t turn on if her life depended on it! Another time, she was working at DQ, and a customer’s bill was $7.75. They gave her a 10 dollar bill, and three quarters, and she told the customer that he paid too much. So, he told her that all she has to do is give him three dollars, instead of two dollars and a quarter. Abby then told the customer that it was impossible to do that. She then gave the man 3 dollars, and a quarter, after she gave him back the 75 cents. She only had that job for 2 weeks.