Her eyes went hard, “You don’t have kids, so you wouldn’t understand what I mean,” she walked back to her chair and rested her head in her hands, “Go to your room,”
“You know what,” I said, “No. I’m not going to my room,” I grabbed my coat, “I’m going out!” she looked up sharply, but I was already out the door.
I ran down the block and made sure she wasn’t following me. I slowed down and stopped to catch my breath. Good thing we don’t test recruits on physical strength I thought. If we did, I’m pretty sure I’d fail. I thought about where I was going to go.
“Can’t go to Mila,” I thought out loud, “Sheelin? Maybe. She’d react better than Mila would,” I walked in the shadows towards Sheelin’s house. I walked for 15 minutes when I became paranoid about everything that moved. I looked over my shoulder constantly and sprinted the last 100 feet to the Rourke’s front door. I knocked rapidly on the door. Sheelin opened up with 10 dollars in her hand.
“Oh,” she said, “you’re not the pizza guy,”
“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, “can I come in?” Sheelin opened the door and I stumbled into their living room.
“What’s up?” Sheelin asked as I closed the door.
“My mom blew up at me because I was out too late. She’s not even mad that I got a tattoo! She keeps bringing up…” I said. My voice slowly died off as I started to talk about the event. I hadn’t told anybody about it and I certainly wasn’t going to start telling people now.
Sheelin eyed me, “What did she keep bringing up?”
“N-nothing,” I stuttered, “just some family stuff,” she shrugged and sat down on the couch.
“So do you need a place to crash?” she asked.
“Could I?” I asked.
She smiled and said, “Make yourself at home, I ordered pizza because… well, I’m not really sure why; I guess I really wanted pizza. I laughed and flung myself on the couch opposite Sheelin.
“So your parents don’t care?” I asked just to make sure I wasn’t unwanted.
She shrugged, “I could get away with murder and they wouldn’t care. Of course I wouldn’t kill anyone, but my point is that my parents only care about my grades,”
I nodded and sank into the sofa. There was a knock at the door and Sheelin got up to answer it. I could sort of hear her thank the guy for the pizza and silently shut the door. She set the pizza box down on the table and opened it. The nauseating scent of greasy, cheese pizza hit me like a lahar hitting a building. Despite the scent, I really wanted some.
Sheelin went into the kitchen and grabbed a handful of napkins and put them next to the pizza.
“Want some?” she asked, picking up a slice and biting into it. I rolled off the couch and made my way to the table. I grabbed a slice and ate. I could feel my body welcoming the revolting food.
“You know,” I said in between bites, “Costco would be rich if they delivered,” Sheelin’s eyes widened and she nodded.
“I really like Costco pizza, but it’s a pain to tell my mom I want to go to Costco just for a pizza and then endure one of her famous lectures about what they put in it,” she said. I laughed; Sheelin’s mom was a teacher and was famous for her lectures. I finished my pizza and could feel a cloud of fog descend on me.
“Night, Sheelin,” I mumbled. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her smile, get up, and cover me with a blanket. I closed my eyes and drifted away.
“You know what,” I said, “No. I’m not going to my room,” I grabbed my coat, “I’m going out!” she looked up sharply, but I was already out the door.
I ran down the block and made sure she wasn’t following me. I slowed down and stopped to catch my breath. Good thing we don’t test recruits on physical strength I thought. If we did, I’m pretty sure I’d fail. I thought about where I was going to go.
“Can’t go to Mila,” I thought out loud, “Sheelin? Maybe. She’d react better than Mila would,” I walked in the shadows towards Sheelin’s house. I walked for 15 minutes when I became paranoid about everything that moved. I looked over my shoulder constantly and sprinted the last 100 feet to the Rourke’s front door. I knocked rapidly on the door. Sheelin opened up with 10 dollars in her hand.
“Oh,” she said, “you’re not the pizza guy,”
“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, “can I come in?” Sheelin opened the door and I stumbled into their living room.
“What’s up?” Sheelin asked as I closed the door.
“My mom blew up at me because I was out too late. She’s not even mad that I got a tattoo! She keeps bringing up…” I said. My voice slowly died off as I started to talk about the event. I hadn’t told anybody about it and I certainly wasn’t going to start telling people now.
Sheelin eyed me, “What did she keep bringing up?”
“N-nothing,” I stuttered, “just some family stuff,” she shrugged and sat down on the couch.
“So do you need a place to crash?” she asked.
“Could I?” I asked.
She smiled and said, “Make yourself at home, I ordered pizza because… well, I’m not really sure why; I guess I really wanted pizza. I laughed and flung myself on the couch opposite Sheelin.
“So your parents don’t care?” I asked just to make sure I wasn’t unwanted.
She shrugged, “I could get away with murder and they wouldn’t care. Of course I wouldn’t kill anyone, but my point is that my parents only care about my grades,”
I nodded and sank into the sofa. There was a knock at the door and Sheelin got up to answer it. I could sort of hear her thank the guy for the pizza and silently shut the door. She set the pizza box down on the table and opened it. The nauseating scent of greasy, cheese pizza hit me like a lahar hitting a building. Despite the scent, I really wanted some.
Sheelin went into the kitchen and grabbed a handful of napkins and put them next to the pizza.
“Want some?” she asked, picking up a slice and biting into it. I rolled off the couch and made my way to the table. I grabbed a slice and ate. I could feel my body welcoming the revolting food.
“You know,” I said in between bites, “Costco would be rich if they delivered,” Sheelin’s eyes widened and she nodded.
“I really like Costco pizza, but it’s a pain to tell my mom I want to go to Costco just for a pizza and then endure one of her famous lectures about what they put in it,” she said. I laughed; Sheelin’s mom was a teacher and was famous for her lectures. I finished my pizza and could feel a cloud of fog descend on me.
“Night, Sheelin,” I mumbled. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her smile, get up, and cover me with a blanket. I closed my eyes and drifted away.
