V.C. Andrews - Shooting Stars 01 by Cinnamon

Author:Cinnamon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-01-17T01:31:26+00:00

furious.

"Go to your room." he ordered. "and you had better be in school tomorrow and behave or I'll take the car away from you. I mean it."

"Who pays for the mortgage and for the food and for the as I waste..."

"What? You're not making any sense.

Cinnamon. Go to bed," he ordered and turned away quickly.

I think he was actually afraid of me.

I sat there for a while, listening to the soft murmuring of the voices in the walls, the comforting rhythm of their words. A hundred years ago they came up here to escape from sadness too. I thought.

How little really has changed.

Daddy did take the lock off, but the hasp remained as a reminder of my grandmother's fury and power. She muttered around me all throughout breakfast the next day and followed me out of the house with a trail of warnings and threats, trying to make me feel guilty for putting more pressure and turmoil on our family at a difficult time.

"You're not the only one who's suffering here.

Cinnamon. Think of your father having all this on his head and having to have to do a good job at work at the same time. I know it's difficult for young people to be considerate of others these days. They've been spoiled and turned into self-centered little creatures.

but I expect more from you."

Before I left, I couldn't resist turning on her and saying, "I'm not the self-centered one here.

Grandmother. You should direct yourself more at Daddy," I fired. She raised her eyebrows and chased after me, out of the house and to the car.

"And what is that supposed to mean, young lady? What are you saving now? How can you say such a thing? Well?"

"Ask him," I said and got into my car. I left her standing there, fuming.

Clarence was waiting for me at the lockers in the hallway when I arrived at school. One glance at his face told me something was very wrong.

"What?" I asked instead of saying hello or goad morning.

"They called my mother at work." he said.

"Told her I wasn't at school. She called my father and I'm grounded for a month. I can't go anywhere on the weekends."

"Oh. Sorry," I said. They called my house too.

Who knew they cared?' I added and pulled what I needed from my locker.

Clarence smiled.

"Get ready for the wisecracks," he said. 'My sister already warned me they're talking about us."

"Good." I put my arm through his. "Let's give them something to really talk about then."

He looked surprised, but happy.

There wasn't an eye not directed at us as we made our way to homeroom. And that was the way it remained most of the day. We could see them all whispering, giggling, rotating their eves with their fantasies and stories about us. I could tell Clarence was becoming more embarrassed by it than I was, but whenever he was embarrassed, his earlobes would turn red. The rest of him would grow pale and he would keep his eyes down, his lower lip under his upper.

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