A Summer's Day Events
GS Note: This is just a short story I had to do for English. It's not half bad but no tmy greatest. I don't expect tons of reviews but the occasional nice comment is nice :) I don't know my mark yet either so I really don't know how good it is.
I was bored. Nothing on TV, Internet was down, my little brother was pulling at my sleeve again and I was trying to read a book that was so worn the front cover had fallen off. It was sweltering hot on the end of my summer holiday, all my friends were gone, my gymnastics lesson was cancelled because of the sudden heat wave on top of that, I was babysitting bratty brother, Ken.
"Caaarla! Caaaarla!" he chanted in his babyish 5-year-old voice. "Caaalra! Too hot! I wanta go swimming!"
"No!" I barked. "Mom didn't leave us any money and I am NOT going to dip into my savings for you! Anyway, I do not want to swim at all today!"
"But Bobby is going with his mom!" he pleaded. "I'll go and you can not see me for hours!"
It was tempting. Ken was extremely annoying and the added effort of having to keep him busy was only rising the 40 degrees trapped in the stuffy living room. Mom wouldn't mind, in fact she was the one that suggested letting Ken go play with Bobby more often. In this heat, I would probably pay the dollar to get him out of my hair for a while.
"Fine!" I sighed and reached into my pocket. Grabbing a five-dollar bill, I handed it to him. "Be back by dinner, do NOT annoy Bobby's mother, play nice and behave yourself!"
"Yea!" he ran out the door leaving me alone and once again, bored out of my skull. After a few more minutes of struggling to read, I placed my book down and grabbed my backpack. It was empty now but she knew when school started again tomorrow, it would be a whole lot heavier. Grade nine was going to be a major change from the small school I had grown up in.
I sat uselessly in front of the huge fan my family ran constantly in the living room and started to add dividers to my binders. It was a mindless task, one that required little to none thinking. But I knew it would only last for a while. Then I would be back to my original state.
It was hours later when I realised how late it really was. My mother was due home in an hour and the sun was setting. Ken was still not home. That was when I had begun to worry. I figured that Bobby's mother had just stopped to buy them an ice cream and they were running late. Or maybe Ken was over at Bobby's house now and forgot to call. He always does that. Usually it was nothing to worry about. But he was going to have school tomorrow and he knew he had to be home early.
I picked up the phone and started to dial Bobby's house. The phone rang once. I twirled the cord between my fingers, waiting patiently for the phone to be answered. It rang again. Still no answer. I shifted my feet. It rang once more before there was a beep and the machine picked up.
"Hello! You have reached-" I hung up the phone. I had no desire to leave a message. Chances were Ken was on the way home and I was over reacting. I settled down with my battered book again. The air was humid but not as stifling as it was before. I hadn't sat down for long when the phone rang. I jumped up and slipped in my hurry to get to it.
"Hello?" I answered while rubbing a bump on my head where I had hit it on the counter in the kitchen.
"Hi sweetie," my mother's tired voice greeted it. "I'm going to be a bit late today. Traffic is just ridiculous. Could you put dinner in the oven? And you and Ken can eat when the meat loafs done, ok?"
"Sure mom," I said as cheerfully as I could. "Be careful."
"I will Sweetie. I'll see you in a few hours. Bye."
"Bye," I said. I heard her cell phone hang up before I replaced the phone on its cradle. I had been hoping against hope it was going to be Bobby's mom or Ken. Of course, with my luck, it wasn't. I picked up the phone again and called Mrs. Robinson. She was Bobby's next door neighbour. Whenever Bobby's mother had to leave or couldn't watch Bobby or Ken when she left, she left them with Mrs. Robinson. Mrs. Robinson was a retired nurse and was getting along in her years.
The phone rang a few times before it was picked up.
"Hello?" the old woman's voice asked uncertainly
"Hello Mrs. Robinson?" I asked politely.
"Yes, that's me."
"This is Carla Caleb. I was wondering if Mrs. Rengo, Bobby's mother, is home yet."
"Oh dear, I thought she called you. One of the boys collapsed at the swimming pool today and she took the two of them over to the hospital. She should be home in a few hours if you want to ring her up."
"Which boy collapsed Mrs. Robinson?" I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Oh, I never got that. I'm sure Mrs. Rengo will call you up soon dear. Oh my, dinner seems to be running over the stove. It was nice talking to you dear. Good bye." I looked stupidly at the phone, the dial tone ringing in my mind. One of the boy's had collapsed? It much have been the heat, but what if it was Ken? He was always hyper and running, he never too it easy in the summer.
I just had to know. The hospital was over an hour's walk away and I couldn't walk that far in the dark. I needed a ride and quick. All my friends were gone; their parents couldn't take me. Mrs. Robinson was too old to drive; her licence had been taken away last year because she failed her eye exam. I had to think carefully.
My mother was out of the question. She was stuck in traffic. I didn't have any older siblings, there was only Ken and I. My best friend had one though, Kevin Odin. He and I had never been on great terms. I thought he a heartless jerk that didn't care for anyone. He just plain didn't like me. Sure, occasionally we would talk, like when Laura, my friend, would be getting stuff from her room and Kevin happened to be home. I knew for a fact he was home alone right now. I really didn't want to call him. I was racked with indecision for a few minutes before I gathered my courage and picked up the phone. I dialled the familiar number.
"Hello?" his deep voice answered on the first ring.
"Kevin," I said trying to keep my voice from cracking. "It's Carla. I need to, um, ask you a favour."
"Laura isn't home," he said bluntly. "I'll tell her you called though."
"No, Kevin, don't hang up!" I pleaded quickly. "I need you to drive me somewhere."
"Sorry, I don't give hand outs."
"Wait! It's not a hand out! It's very important! It's my brother," I could feel tears welling in my eyes but I quickly wiped them away and pleaded my case. "I think he's at the hospital. He was at a neighbour's with his friend and I know one of them collapsed and the mother took them to the hospital but I don't know if it was Ken or not!"
There was silence on Kevin's end. I held my breath as I waited his decision. "Ok," he sighed. "I'll be there in a minute. You'd better be ready to go when I get there."
"I will Kevin," I let out my breath quickly and smiled in relief. "You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Yea, yea," he grumbled. "See you in five." He hung up the phone but I could care less. He was coming to get me and that was all I cared about. I scribbled a note to mom on the odd chance that she might get home early. Then I went out to the door and jammed my running shoes on my feet and stood out on the porch, anxiously waiting for Kevin's beat up truck to come around the corner.
I had to slap away mosquitoes for a few minutes before he rumbled to my house. I didn't even wait for him to stop before I had the rusty door open and was sliding in. I slammed the door; it was the only way to would stay closed and clicked on my seatbelt. Kevin looked a little startled at my swiftness but he stepped on the gas.
It was about then I realised that I probably took him away from something important just so that he could drive me somewhere. I had dragged him away from his life just because he was a sibling of my friend! He had no obligation to help me and I had guilt him into it. I lowered my head to fiddle with my fingernails embarrassed. Kevin drove in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes when he started to talk.
"So how are you looking forward to high school?" he opened nervously.
"I'm fine with it," I didn't look up. "I'm just a little nervous."
"Well you don't have to be," he told me reassuringly. "High school is a breeze once you get used to it."
"That's the problem," I sighed and dropped my hands to my lap. I looked up at him. "I know I'm going to mess up some way. I'll probably get lost or go to the wrong class or wear the wrong thing or forget something and there are plenty of way for me to look like an idiot."
"I never told you about my first day as a grade nine, have I?" he smiled. I mutely shook my head. "I grew a pimple right on the nose the size of a mountain. Then I forgot my lunch. My schedule was messed up and I had three grade twelve classes and a spare. My teachers were a nightmare and I forgot my locker combination right after I finished putting all my books in there. I spent an hour looking for my first period class and even longer trying to find the guidance office to fix my schedule."
"Thanks, that make me feel better," I rolled my eyes.
"My point is, I lived through it fine. And so did everyone else. You will be fine, the first few weeks are chaotic and the teachers allow mistakes. I know one kid for the first week showed up half an hour late for class each day before someone agreed to lead him to class. You will find a way to deal with your problems so I wouldn't lose sleep over it now."
Strangely, his words comforted me. High school was a complete unknown to me, I had no older siblings to guide my way and none of my friends were much help. I thought about what Kevin said until I saw the hospital looming in the distance and the reason for calling Kevin in the first place hit me. I clenched my hands as he drove in to the parking lot.
"I'll come with you," he offered as he turned off the car. "I have to drive you home anyway."
I nodded and opened my door. We hurried up the steps to the doors of the emergency room. We were hit with a stench of medicines and disinfectant. I wrinkled my nose as I scanned the room. Sure enough, in the corner, my bratty brother sat in a chair in the waiting room, impatiently swinging his legs. A small pile of children's books were heaped beside him and he looked at the tiles. I felt relief wash over me as I ran up to him.
"Ken!" I grabbed him in a huge bear hug that lifted him off the chair. "You're ok!"
"Urg!" he made a face and wiggled in my grasp. "Let me go Carla!"
I set him on his feet but held his hand. Kevin stood at the entrance of the waiting room. He was leaning on a wall and patiently waiting for me to finish. I smiled at him and he smirked back.
I talked to Bobby's mother and she told me that Bobby was fine, he just fainted from the heat after swimming. She was very sorry she hadn't called me and made me worry so much. I just shrugged it off and told her not to worry about it. Kevin drove Ken and me home. It was completely dark now, the only light being the street lamps and moon.
Kevin stopped by my house and Ken dashed out to play his video games. I paused and turned to Kevin shyly.
"I want to thank you Kevin, for everything," I rubbed my arms self-consciously and started at the ground.
"Anytime," he smiled and turned on his car. With a final wave he drove down the street and around the corner. I stood by the road and watched him leave. I was sort of sad in a way, for a guy I so recently called a jerk, he turned out to be really sweet and changed my view of him in one day.
I guess you can't just go on your first judgement of people. You never make any friends after that and friends are the only things you are going to have for most of your life.