My Fox Ate My Cake by David Blaze

Author:David Blaze [Blaze, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-04-10T04:00:00+00:00

SATURDAY NIGHT

I couldn’t stop shaking as I helped my mom set the dinner table. I had goose bumps all over my arms like I did on my first day of school here in the country. I dropped a glass and it shattered on the floor. I was glad Fox didn’t see any of that. I didn’t want him to sense my fear. We had hidden him in the one place we didn’t think anyone would look for a fox.

If I was rich, I would take Fox to Japan. I read about a village there, where hundreds of foxes roam freely. You can run and play with them. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about any of this and he could live with his own kind.

“Everything’s going to work out,” my mom promised. She grabbed a broom and dustpan.

I wanted to believe her, and I hoped she was right. I should have told her about Shane and how he bullied me, but there was too much going on. I didn’t need her to worry about anything else at the moment.

I jumped when the doorbell rang. My sworn enemy was on the other side of the door with his dad. I wanted to leave the door locked and tell them to go away. But instead, my mom told me to do the one thing that terrified me the most.

“Go let them in,” she said. “I’ll clean up this mess and get dinner on the table.” I wanted to tell her that she could answer the door and I’d do everything else, but I didn’t want her to know how nervous I was. I hoped I could get my uncle or Dana to do it, but they were at the dining table with their faces buried in their cell phones.

I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders back, and headed for the front door. It wouldn’t be that bad. They had already taken the video down. They wanted to make this right. Everything would be okay, like my mom said.

I opened the door and stared at the same face I had seen right there months ago. Mr. Connors was wearing the same striped suit he had on when he tried to take this house away from us for the IRS. The only thing missing was his smelly cigar. He was so big that I didn’t see Shane behind him.

“Good evening, Joe,” Mr. Connors said. “May we come in?”

Against my better judgment, I opened the door wide and let them in. It’s not like I had a choice.

My uncle greeted Mr. Connors and led him to the dining table. Shane stepped in behind him, and bent over to put his smug face in front of mine. “You’re dead meat, Jonah.” He needed to come up with some new lines. Even though I had expected it, I swallowed hard.

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